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nipples straining pink behind
the lace. The curve of her ass, and the tapered muscles of her
thighs.
    Fuck, she’s incredible.
    I lean close to murmur in her ear, still not
touching her. “Have you missed me?”
    Isabelle shudders. “Yes, oh yes.”
    “Did you lay awake at night, thinking about
me?” I continue, letting my breath fall hotly on her skin. She
tries to sway back against me, but I stay out of reach. “Did you
touch yourself, and imagine my hands on you? My cock thrusting deep
inside your slick cunt, your body pushed to breaking point?”
    She moans, and I can smell the desire on
her. I know that she’s wet for me, clenching to keep control.
    “Admit it, darling,” I murmur. “Tell me all
the wicked, filthy things you did to your sweet body imagining it
was me.”
    “Yes,” she gasps. “I touched myself. God, I
missed you so much. I went crazy without you.”
    The way she’s talking, it’s all I can do to
keep from touching her, so I force myself to pull back. I make my
voice tender now, so Isabelle can hear how much I want her,
too.
    “You don’t have to suffer anymore. I’m here
now, and I promise you, you’ll get exactly what you deserve.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    I step back and take a seat on my chair
again. “Come here,” I order her. “Bend over my lap.”
    Isabelle’s head lifts. Her eyes flash with
excitement. “Are you going to spank me?” she asks, a tremor of
excitement in her voice. I remember how hot she got the last time I
spanked her, and fuck, blood rushes straight to my cock.
    “Are you questioning me?” I counter.
    Immediately, she flushes. “No, of course
not.”
    Isabelle scurries over and arranges herself
over my lap. Her stomach presses against the top of my thighs, and
her ass juts up, barely covered by a scrap of lace.
    I slowly stroke the delicious curve, dipping
back between her legs to nudge at her sodden pussy. She whimpers in
response.
    Fuck. It takes all my hard-won control to
keep from yanking those panties down and just fucking her right
here: driving deep inside her until I’m branding her with my cock
from the inside out.
    But that isn’t what she needs from me right
now. Now, she needs me to take care of her. She needs to know I’m
in complete control.
    “You disobeyed me,” I remind her. “Your
punishment is ten slaps. If you move, or make a sound, that will be
doubled.”
    I feel her freeze against me.
    “Are you ready?”
    This time, her voice has a tremor of fear.
“Yes, Master.”
    “Good.”
    I don’t give her any more warning before I
yank down her panties and land a stinging blow on that gorgeous
peach of an ass.
    Isabelle jolts against the pain, but she
bites back her cry.
    I spank her again, hard, a series of
devastatingly accurate blows that leave my palm print branded red
on her flesh. With every slap, my heart pounds, steady, until
nothing in the world exists but the careful force of my hand,
measured just enough to sting and pain but not more than she can
take.
    I knot her silky hair in my other hand,
holding her in place as the punishment continues.
    “You don’t question me,” I say loudly,
moving to spank the back of her thighs. “You don’t protest, and you
don’t object. Those are the rules of our contract, my darling, and
don’t think for one moment I won’t hold you to account from now
on.”
    Isabelle’s body is shaking, as she silently
sobs with every strike. But I know that her body is primed now for
pleasure, and that when I take her to the edge, it will be even
more intense than before.
    “Do you understand?” I demand, punctuating
the words with another spank. “Answer me now!”
    “Yes!” Isabelle sobs, gasping. “I
understand!”
    I smooth her tender flesh, and tease her
clit through her panties. A bit of pleasure for my sexy minx.
    “Good.”
    In a single move, I rise from the chair and
spin her around to face me. I yank open my belt and shove my
trousers down, freeing my engorged, aching