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the way.” She drew in a deep breath as he revealed his tight, hard buttocks. “Very good, now bend over”
    She stepped toward him as he obeyed, bracing himself against the desk. Then she flicked the crop back and slashed through the air until it connected with his gorgeous ass. A red mark appeared, in the shape of a heart. That’s why she’d chosen this crop. Because she liked the idea of leaving red hearts on his ass.
    She flicked the crop again, on the other cheek this time, then watched the heart appear.
    “Does that hurt?” she asked.
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    A part of her told her to stop.
    “Do you want me to do it again?”
    “Yes, Mistress.” This time his words came out in a sexy rumble.
    God, this was turning him on, too.
    She smacked again, forming another heart. Then again.
    She stepped back and admired her handiwork.
    “Please punish me, Mistress. I was very bad.”
    “I will punish you.” She stepped closer and ran her fingertips over the angry red flesh, needing to touch him. His skin was hot where it was red. She glided her fingertip around one heart, then she stroked his hard, muscular butt with her palm. “Now, turn around.”
    She stepped back as he straightened up. When he turned around, her gaze shot straight to his rock-hard cock, the fabric of his shirt draping over it.
    Oh, God, she wanted to touch it. To feel it in her hand.
    “Go sit in your chair.” Her voice came out raspy so she cleared her throat.
    She walked to her briefcase again and retrieved the black leather bands she’d brought. He sat in the black executive chair now and she approached him, her gaze falling again to his big cock, which was standing straight up. Long and hard.
    “Put your hands on the armrests.”
    When he complied, she wrapped one of the leather bands around his wrist, binding it to the armrest, then fastened it. She then bound his other wrist in the same way.
    She smiled at the sight of him sitting there, helpless before her. She leaned forward and stroked the tip of his hard cock and watched him twitch.
    She stepped back and leaned against the desk.
    “Now, maybe I should go let that secretary of yours in here. I wonder if she’d be shocked seeing you like this.” She grinned. “Or maybe she’d climb aboard and give you the ride of your life.” She glanced toward the door. “That could be fun to watch.”
    She could tell Matt wasn’t worried in the least. He knew she’d be more embarrassed than him if the woman walked in here right now. He also knew she’d never share him.
    “Yes, Mistress. That would be a severe punishment. Having that beautiful young woman climb on top of me and ride me to orgasm. My hard cock gliding in and out of her. Her wet pussy clenching around me.”
    Oh, God, he knew what he was doing. Her insides melted and she longed for that hot, hard cock of his to be inside her right now.
    “No, I think I can find other ways to torture you.”
    She unbuttoned her suit jacket and his gaze locked onto her chest as the garment opened, revealing her red bra beneath. It was trimmed with delicate black lace, but the cups were made of totally transparent red fabric, so he could clearly see her breasts and the hard nipples. She stroked a finger over one bud. Her insides quivered. She stroked the other, seeing his blue eyes darken as he watched. She pushed herself from the desk and reached behind her to unfasten the skirt, then she shimmied it downward until it fell to the floor. She wore equally transparent panties. His gaze shifted to her crotch. She stroked her hand over her stomach, then lower. As her fingers glided under the fabric, his breath caught. She pushed her fingers into her folds, then inside her damp opening. She was so hot, and anxious to have his big cock inside her. She ripped off her panties, then turned and leaned over the desk.
    “Lick me,” she demanded.
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    He might be bound to the chair, but she knew that wouldn’t stop him. He rolled the