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equal amounts fear and desire. It was her first spanking and he was determined to see the job done right. Using his feet, he pressed against her ankles.
    “Spread your legs apart.”
    She complied and he was treated to the sight of her juices covering the tops of her thighs. One of the perks of claiming her panties so early in the evening. “So wet,” he murmured and she trembled again.
    “Why are you being punished?” he asked in a dark voice.
    “I opened the car door after you told me not to.”
    “And?”
    “And I was pushy downstairs in the car. Making demands.” Perfect. She was utterly fucking perfect.
    He brought his hand down on her buttocks three times in quick succession. While his smacks weren’t as hard as he’d used in previous encounters, he wasn’t pulling any punches. Her rear end quickly turned a rosy pink and as he continued to pepper her ass with blows, she groaned, thrusting into his smacks, rather than away.
    After placing a dozen sharp hits on her rear end, he dragged his hand along her drenched slit, quickly shoving two fingers into her pussy. She cried out and he immediately felt the beginnings of her climax. He pulled his fingers out as she protested.
    “Have I given you permission to come?” he asked.
    “No sir,” she said, her complaints dying on her lips.
    He locked his knees at the sound of her voice calling him sir , the impact that single word had on him staggering.
    He replaced his fingers, driving them into her with more force than he knew he should. She’d shattered his resistance, his will to ease her into the new role. She was 66
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    born to be his submissive and by God, he wasn’t questioning that fact again. She belonged to him and he was about to show her exactly what that meant.
    “Will,” she cried when he removed his fingers again as she was on the verge of climaxing. “Please, God.”
    “Not without me, Keira,” he commanded. “I own your orgasms. You only take them with my consent.”
    Her body quivered on the desk as he alternated between the spanking and his fingers fucking her burning-hot pussy.
    She was writhing on the desk, her body overheated and pleading for release. He spanked her ass once more before driving three fingers to the hilt.
    “Now, Keira. Come.”
    She screamed, her body trembling with the power of her climax.
    “You’re mine,” he whispered as her inner muscles pummeled his fingers, squeezing them in the iron-hard grip of her orgasm. “Only mine.” 67
    Mari Carr

Chapter Six
    Keira checked her face once more in the mirror then rolled her eyes at her newfound vanity. She was wearing jeans and a normal blouse, but Will’s comments from the previous evening kept drifting back to her. She’d left the top three buttons of the shirt undone, so her tight tank top flashed more than a little bit of her normally well-concealed cleavage. Then she’d taken the time to style her hair, even going so far as to borrow Teagan’s curling iron. She’d just put on the last swipe of mascara when Riley had come into the bathroom and let out a wolf-whistle.
    “Oh damn. You do have it bad,” her sister said.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Makeup, fancy hair, fuck-me clothes. You, big sister, have got the major hots for your teacher.”
    “He’s not my teacher anymore and you better not let Pop hear you spouting off the
    ‘F’ word or you’ll never hear the end of it.”
    “Where on earth could Mr. Too-Hot-For-Words be taking you so early in the morning?” Riley asked.
    “We’re going shopping,” she replied.
    “What?” her sister said, laughing. “You? Shopping? What the hell for?”
    “I don’t remember you having such filthy language before you headed off to culinary school.”
    Riley shrugged. “So sue the school. Seriously, what are you shopping for?”
    “New clothes,” Keira answered. “You saw me the other night in Teagan’s outfit. I looked like a clown.”
    “I didn’t think you looked that bad.