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He allowed a black object to pass briefly in front of my eyes before it disappeared behind me.
    What was that? A rubber paddle of some sort?
    Heat coursed through my body at the thought of it.
    Being whipped by Dix had bordered on erotic. What would being paddled by Mason feel like?
    “Put your hands in the seat of the chair. Keep your legs spread.”
    Once I obeyed, my head was down and my ass was up, pointing toward him. The idea that he could see into my pussy caused another liquid release.
    I felt a slight tickling sensation on my clit, even though Mason wasn’t touching me there.
    Interesting what the human mind could do. He hadn’t laid a hand on me and I was almost ready to come.
    “You will learn discipline.”
    Slap!
    The flexible paddle made contact with my ass.
    I moaned. I wanted more. Such a strange reaction. The sting of the paddle satisfied some innate need in me.
    “You will learn to obey me.”
    Slap!
    The words “obey me” in Mason’s voice combined with the sting of the paddle almost undid me. For a split second, I thought I would orgasm.
    Slap! Slap! Slap!
    My knees buckled and my shoulders nearly gave way. The last three had been too hard, too quick.
    I needed him to stop. I needed him to do more to me.
    “Please!” I said, not sure what I was asking for.
    “You want better treatment?” Mason said sternly. “Assume your original position.”
    I moved my hands back up to the slat at the top of the chair.
    “On your toes and answer me with ‘Mr. Maddox’ when you talk to me.”
    I stood on my tiptoes.
    “Are you ready to be a good girl now?”
    “Yes…yes, Mr. Maddox.” Should I be disgusted with myself for allowing him to debase me like this? But I was so aroused.
    “Will you obey me in all things?”
    “Yes, Mr. Maddox.”
    “If you’ll remain in this position, I’ll show you how good employees get rewarded.”
    Through sheer will, I forced myself to stay up on my toes.
    A minute later, I felt something slide across my pussy entrance from the back, spreading my own fluid over my clit.
    Mason’s finger.
    I sighed.
    At this point, I didn’t care about the gloves. I was grateful for any contact.
    He circled around inside my pussy lips. He slid back and forth across my clit until a pang flashed through me. I moaned.
    He plunged his finger inside me, pumping in and out rapidly in a torturous tease.
    It was almost enough…
    Then my pussy felt full and I knew he’d added another finger. He thrust the digits inside me. His other hand found my nipple and pinched so hard I screamed.
    I stiffened and began convulsing. My leg muscles felt like they might give way at any moment as brutal ecstasy reeled through me.
    My shoulders gave out, but Mason used the hand already on my breast to keep me from falling forward.
    As I experienced the sensation of melting downward, he suddenly picked me up. I had just enough time to relax against the warmth of his chest before he laid me on the couch in the sitting area at the corner of his office.
    The leather upholstery gave me a chill. I shivered.
    “Are you all right?” He seemed genuinely concerned.
    I realized he’d placed my head on a leather throw pillow.
    Now that it was over, I felt embarrassed. I was naked in my workplace with my boss, who was fully clothed. What a weird situation I’d gotten myself into.
    Yet, I still wanted something more from Mason. His yearning gaze told me he wanted it, too. After a few seconds of eye contact, his gaze left mine.
    He walked over to his desk, dropping his gloves in the trash can and placing the paddle in a desk drawer. After pulling his coat from the back of his chair, he took his cowboy hat from a hook on the wall.
    Was he leaving? These Maddox boys had a penchant for walking out on me when I was at my most vulnerable. Was that what their dad did whenever things got uncomfortable?
    When Mason put the hat on, fresh desire swelled in my chest. Why were men always hotter in a cowboy hat? Okay, not all men.