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tone was harsher now, which only added momentum to her thunderous heartbeat.
    Scowling at him, she picked up the leather crop and got down on her hands and knees. She looked pleadingly at him to spare her the embarrassment of crawling over the floor with the damned crop in her mouth, but his eyes told her there would be no leniency. Her face burned with humiliation, but she swallowed her pride and grudgingly carried out his order. She had never felt more submissive than she did at that moment. And aroused, God, she was so turned on she could hardly see straight.
    When she reached him, she waited for him to tell her what to do next and the bastard left her on all fours with the crop still in her mouth for way longer than he needed to.
    Finally, he spoke. “Good girl.”
    He leaned forward and took the crop out of her mouth, leaving an empty taste of leather behind. “Now, present yourself to me.”
    Huh? She frowned as she tried to work out what the hell he was talking about.
    “I told you to remember the kneeling position from Saturday night.” He sounded impatient now and was tapping the crop softly and rhythmically into his hand as a warning.
    Oh, yes . She quickly sat back on her heels, pulled her ankles together and spread her knees apart. The warm air in the room brushed against her pussy, sending little shivers through her body. When she placed her hands behind her back and looked downwards, he reached over and patted her on the head. He actually patted her on the fucking head! A surge of annoyance shot through her, leaving her wondering why the hell her pussy was throbbing so much when all she wanted to do was grab the fucking crop and wallop him with it.
    She heard Adam chuckle, then he reached down and stroked her exposed sex, easily sliding his finger inside her. He withdrew it almost immediately, leaving her desperately wanting more, and held it up in front of her face. “Very nice,” he said, showing her the wetness of her arousal. “Get back on all fours.”
    She did as she’d been told and waited, arse in the air and breasts hanging heavily down, her hard nipples giving away how turned on she was. He stood up and walked around her, tracing the leather tip of the crop along her back and down her buttocks to her thighs. She sighed in pleasure as anticipation replaced her irritation. He continued lightly trailing the crop over her body, up and down her arms, over her nipples, even over her bare mound.
    She was quivering with excitement by the time the crop returned to her arse and she deliberately stuck it out a bit more in the hope that he was going to hit her. He did, suddenly and hard. Ow! The sharp pain rushed from her buttocks to her pussy and she felt her internal muscles tighten slightly as the sensation filled her with delicious pleasure. He hit her again on the other cheek, only slightly harder, which intensified the pleasure she felt in her groin. What the hell was wrong with her that she should enjoy this so much? Surely it wasn’t normal?
    “Ahh!” The crop hit her several times in a row and to her shame she felt the juices from her arousal trickle down the inside of her leg. She hoped he wouldn’t notice but, of course, he did and slowly ran the crop along the wet trail and up over her stinging buttocks.
    Then, to her complete dismay, he stopped and let the crop fall to the floor. But…
    When she heard the sound of a zipper she dared throw a quick glance in his direction and was thrilled to see his huge erection standing proudly out of his jeans. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she was looking up at him. At that moment, she would probably have done anything for him—she was in that ultimate submissive state again and suddenly nothing mattered except pleasing him. Just as well, as he then growled, “Suck me.”
    She grinned up at him, eager to take him in her mouth. “Yes, Sir.” Turning her body to face him and, still on her knees, she took him into her mouth. He groaned