Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I could have picked anything. I could have said the Pledge of Allegiance or state capitols. Anything that would have been easy, but no. I chose the one thing my brain was determined to forget.
“Um—Ah!” The sound of his palm slapping my ass echoed through the cavernous suite and I blinked in shock.
He spanked me. He literally spanked me. It took a second to process.
“Um is not a principle.”
Holy shit he was actually planning on disciplining me. Role-playing just got very real as my ass started to burn from the imprint of his palm.
“I’m waiting.”
“S—strategic m—management,” I stammered, racking my brain for the principle concepts.
“And what is strategic management, Rayne.”
Hale could be a tenured teacher at any university for all he knew about business. I, on the other hand, was a low B student on my best day and a C student on most days.
“Or—organizational strategies!” I rushed out.
“More detail please.” His nails scraped over my tender ass.
Shit. I was so fucked. “Organizational strategies and formulation within competitive environments.”
“You’re missing something.”
I panicked and blurted, “While understanding industrial dynamics and the effects of globalization.” Holy shit! I couldn’t believe I remembered that.
“Very good.” He rewarded me by gently massaging my ass cheek and soothing away the burn. “What’s the next principle.”
Well, fuck.
It had something to do with style and technique, but I couldn’t remember the name. “Ah!”
“That’s for making me wait. You clearly haven’t studied.”
Clearly. “I’m sorry, sir, I must have been too busy fucking my husband.”
He stilled. “Is this a joke to you?”
I smothered a laugh. “No, sir. I’m taking this very seriously, as is my ass.”
He swatted me again, this time a little harder, and my body rocked forward. “Watch your language.”
“Sorry, sir.” My fingers splayed over the marble floor as the blood rushed to my head, making it difficult to think.
His touch gentled as he traced the seam of my ass, pressing his fingers against the wet silk of my panties. I moaned, surprised by how turned on this was making me.
“Repeat after me, leadership and organizational behavior require a high emotional intelligence and an appreciation for team dynamics.”
I seriously should have had him take that final for me. “Leadership behavior requires a high emotional intelligence and team dynamics—Ah!”
“You missed some words.”
“My ass is on fire—Ah! Damn it, Hale!”
“I warned you not to cut corners. And once again, it’s Mr. Davenport. Now, do I need to teach you what happens to naughty girls with filthy mouths?”
That sounded fun. More fun than spanking. “Maybe.”
His nails scraped down my heated flesh, and my ass cheeks reflexively clenched. “I think you’re too eager.” He wrenched my panties aside and dragged his fingertips through my wet folds. “Look at what a dirty girl you are.” His fingers sank inside of me. “I think you like being disciplined.”
Well, I certainly didn’t like The Principles of Operational Management. Obviously some part of me enjoyed what he was doing, but I wasn’t really sure why. “I like what you’re doing now, Mr. Davenport.”
He stilled. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
“And now?” He pressed deeper, and I moaned.
“Yes, sir.”
My head shot up when he spread my cheeks wide and pressed his thumb against my little rosebud, his fingers still buried inside of me. “And now?”
My breath quickened. My arms were getting tired from holding my weight and things were intensifying quickly.
“Tell me whose ass this is, Rayne.”
“It’s yours—sir.”
“Good girl. Back down you go.” He pressed a hand between my shoulders directing me back into position.
I forced my body to relax and let my head hang low, only I lurched forward when he applied pressure and breached my tight hole.
“So tight. So obedient.” He stroked my back affectionately. “Look how good you behave for me.” His grip tightened on my ass cheek as he slowly stroked his fingers in and out. “Such a beautiful view from my angle.”
My eyes flashed open at the recognizable shutter sound of his phone taking a picture. “Hale!”
“Quiet please.” He pumped his fingers faster. The press of his erection became more pronounced, and my legs trembled as I tried to stifle my moans. “I bet you want to say something indecent, don’t you Rayne?”
My body rocked with the pressure of his thrusting hand. The wet sound of his finger sliding in and out of my body played like a filthy symphony and I whimpered, trying to keep quiet. Typically, Hale loved it when I made noise. In a way, he’d conditioned me to be loud during sex because it added to his pleasure, but now he was turning things around and I was going to burst if I didn’t scream soon.
“Your pussy’s so wet, and your ass is so tight. I can’t wait to stuff my cock inside of you. Which hole will it be, Rayne? Here or your ass? Or maybe that dirty mouth of yours?”