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was any way I could make it up to you, I would, but I know there’s nothing I can do to offset the pain I caused you.”
“Actually, there is something.”
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Kate almost laughed at the way his gaze shot up to hers, then at the perplexed expression on his face.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Well, you caused me pain, so I should cause you pain.”
She placed the signed agreement beside her briefcase on the table, then opened the case again and reached into the leather divider in the lid. Her fingers found the pencil-thin crop and she pulled it out, then turned to face him.
“You should be punished for what you did.”
His gaze darted to the leather-wrapped riding crop with the rhinestone-trimmed handle and the heart-shaped leather tag on the end. His expression didn’t change, but she could see the gleam in his eyes.
“You want to punish me?”
She resisted letting her lips turn up in a smile. “That’s right. Now, stand facing your desk and take off your jacket.”
He walked to his desk and turned his back to her, then slipped off his jacket and tossed it onto his leather chair behind the desk.
“Now, drop your pants.”
She watched as the belt loosened, then the pants slipped to the floor and landed with a clunk. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He now stood in his shirt and boxers, but she needed to see bare ass.
“Now, the boxers.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She couldn’t prevent the smile this time. Her heartbeat increased as his boxers dropped, but his shirt covered his fine ass.
“Pull your shirt out of 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.”