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there. When he leaned back, he winked. “You did good, office girl. Now, think you can behave from now on?”
    Raelie whimpered because Bryce was pinching her clit.
    Morgan chuckled and rose, pushing his cock back into his pants and zipping up.
    “You got it handled from here?” he asked, his gaze rising behind her.
    “I’ll finish the punishment.”
    Morgan walked away, his steps muffled on the thick carpet. The door shut with a quiet click behind him.
    Raelie tensed, wondering what Bryce would do next and whether a punishment fitting her naughty crime was his only intention.

Chapter Four
    A searing flick of leather branded her bottom, answering that particular question. She gasped and instinctively twisted her hips to avoid the next lash.
    “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Bryce asked, snapping the leather against the other cheek. “What you planned all along?”
    “I don’t know,” she whimpered. “I didn’t really think you’d see those pictures.”
    “I’m not talking about the pictures. Morgan wasn’t the only one to notice how slutty you’ve been acting. Are you a slut, Miss Wood?”
    Shock rendered her speechless for a moment. Raelie groaned as another sharp flick fell, and she rolled her hot cheek on the wood. “Yes, yes…I’m a slut.” Your slut, she wanted to add.
    The belt landed on the desk beside her. Bryce leaned over her back, his clothed cock grinding between her legs. “What did you fantasize would happen?” he whispered in her ear. “You’ve teased me to distraction for days, playing with your buttons, letting me see glimpses of your underwear, watching me with those big blue eyes.”
    But his weight left her breathless, unable to answer. They remained like that for long, tense moments, his cock grinding against her, and Raelie waiting to see whether he’d regret letting things get this far.
    He withdrew, and her skin felt the chill as an air-conditioned breeze struck her.
    “When you spread your pussy on the glass, what did you want to happen?” he asked softly. “The truth.” His hands smoothed over her buttocks. Then one lifted. He struck her again.
    Raelie sank deeper against the desk, moaning because the welts he raised stung enough to make her bottom quiver and her whole body vibrate with need. “I wanted you to catch me,” she sobbed. “I wanted you to n-notice me.”
    A slap landed, this one harder and criss-crossing other welts, stinging exquisitely.
    A flush of euphoria swept over her, and she groaned, undulating helplessly on the desk.
    “Please,” she gasped, “more.”
    But Bryce was back to rubbing her ass, bringing her down again. “Miss Wood, I don’t think I’ve ever had a more disobedient secretary. Almost as though you want me to punish you. Do you want that?” he asked, his voice deceptively mild.
    She knew he was only acting detached now. She’d felt the steely strength of his arousal when he’d pushed against her. Her breaths evened, and she turned her head to the side, resting, gathering strength for whatever he intended to do next. “I do. I do want it, sir. Punish me, please.”
    “Why should I give it you, Miss Wood?”
    She rubbed her cheek on the cool wood. “I need punishment because I’ve been bad,” she whispered, “…because I’ve teased you instead of being honest about what I need.”
    Another swat landed dangerously close to her labia, and she twisted—this time to encourage him to aim the next stinging slap there.
    His hand smoothed over stripes of hot flesh, massaging. “How did you think this would end…in your fantasies?”
    Should she tell him? She opened her eyes. Or had she misread the source of his strength? “I want to be yours,” she said, giving an ambiguous answer because she feared being wrong and making a fool out of herself.
    A tongue traced the length of one fiery welt. “What do you think that means—
    belonging to me?” He licked closer to her sex, his fingers touching her intimately, following