Playing Hard to Master (Masters Unleashed 2)

“When I saw you at lunch, you had quite the sassy mouth on you.”

She hung her head. “I’m sorry, Sir. I was so upset about my grade that I kept saying the wrong thing. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” Her expression turned hopeful.

“Lean over the desk, Everly. That’s two. If I need to ask again, you’ll just be making things worse for yourself.”

Something clicked. He could see it behind her eyes.

“Well, what if I don’t want to lean over your desk?” She tilted her head in challenge.

“I don’t recall giving you the option of disobeying me.” He wrapped his hand around her arm.

“Heyyy! Let go!”

He spun her around and shoved her down over the desk. She tried to rise, but he pinned her down with one hand and lifted the back of her skirt with the other.

“Spoiled little girls like you need to learn to mind their manners.”

“No!” She tried to hide her simple white panties with her hands.

He groaned aloud. Between the modest underwear and the feigned reluctance, his pants were getting uncomfortable. That and the fact that Everly had the sweetest fucking ass he’d ever seen.

He grabbed her wrists and fought her hands down until they were wrapped around the opposite side of the desk. “Hang on like this, Everly, or you’re not going to like what happens.”

“I’m not?” she asked anxiously.

“No.”

He let go of her hands and her fingers stayed obediently where he’d placed them.

With no need to hold her down, he lifted the back of her skirt again, draped it up on her back, and stood there staring for a moment. Would it be horribly rude to gawk at her and jerk off on her ass? Probably.

He hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down slowly, inch by painful inch.

She whispered something he couldn’t hear, but the tone sounded embarrassed and aroused.

“What are you doing?” she whined.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, so you need to be punished.”

“Nooo. I won’t do it again. I promise.” She squirmed but didn’t let go of the desk.

Ambrose opened the drawer and took out the strap he’d made to use on her. Fuck the store-bought shit. He preferred his own handiwork.

She was studying him, and when she caught sight of the strap she grimaced. “Aw, fuck.”

“Language, young lady.” He tapped her luscious ass with the leather, and she froze in place. “For your sass earlier today, you’re going to get twenty. Understood?”

The drone of the television in the background would have covered most noise she made, but they were in the middle of nowhere and she could scream her head off without anyone else hearing a thing. Was it creepy that it turned him on?

“Twenty? But I won’t have any skin left!”

“Then maybe you should have thought about that beforehand.” The sadist in him was wondering how much he could punish her before she begged for mercy. He imagined her sweet round ass rosy and her voice high and pleading. He had to close his eyes and calm his breathing. Going into a punishment too excited was a novice mistake.

Ambrose put the strap in front of her face. “Kiss it.”

She glared at him, and he grabbed her by the hair and shoved the strap in front of her mouth. For a moment she melted, kissed the strap, and whimpered. His adrenaline spiked, and he readjusted his dick, which was urging him to forget this punishment business and fuck her already.

Patience.