"One," she said finally and breathed a sigh of relief. Was she even audible, she wondered. She hoped.

  Smack.

  This time, he didn't caress her to soften the blow.

  "Two." She could feel how aroused he was. His hardness was pressed up against her stomach. It twitched against her as the next blow came.

  Smack.

  He ran his hand up and down her thighs, giving her a little time to adjust. He had switched his blow.

  She thought for a long while, wondering which number comes after two. Her brain was blank and all she could think about was the sting on her skin and the emptiness in her stomach that needed to be filled. Even though she was being punished, she was still at the brink of an orgasm, and the spanks weren't really helping her come down.

  She needed to c.u.m. Period.

  "What comes after two, love?" he coaxed. She shook her head. "What's wrong?" he asked, a bit of concern leaking into his voice.

  "I don't remember," she said truthfully. She heard him chuckle but she couldn't even feel offended.

  "Okay, get up." He put his weight off her let her stand up. As she stood up, she saw him survey the room. "Where should I take you?" he mumbled to himself. Katherine waited patiently as his eyes zeroed in on the location.

  He took her wrist and guided her to her work desk. It was glass and she could only imagine the wet stains she was going to make when she sat on it. He moved forward and made sure all the things were kept away before placing her on the desk. The coolness of the glass against her stinging ass and warm thighs made her hiss. She didn't even know if it felt good.

  He chuckled and pressed her chests together, kissing her slow and steadily. The passion was overwhelming. "I love you," she heard him say. The pain seemed to vanish instantaneously and she pressed their forehead together. Her hands wrapped around her shoulder and they just kissed for god knows how long. The heated urgency from before was gone and the thought that he had spanked her was dulled down. This? This was soft and steady, full of emotion.

  "Okay, Lean back," he ordered, finally pulling away. Dominant Cage was back. "You have a choice. You can watch me take off my pants or you can do it." Was this even a choice? Of course, she wanted to do it herself. She had been dying imagining it since he entered the room.

  She hooked her fingers through his waistband and waited for his approval. He nodded, urging her on. She slid her hands down, taking his pant down with it and watched in wonder as his c.o.c.k popped out, hard and dripping with pre-c.u.m.

  'Happy you are as aroused as me, Master,' she thought. She heard herself m.o.a.n out loud and wiggled on the desk.

  "So eager to be f.u.c.k.i.e.d," he growled. The promise in his voice made her s.e.x pulse uncontrollably.

  "Please?" she begged. Her voice was low and almost a whisper. It was the only option, really. She could have screamed but he might have thrown some more obstacles and not let her come at all.

  "You have to tell me what you want. Be articulate. You are an intelligent girl……" He had taken the opportunity to fully take off his pants and before she could answer him, her eyes fell on his c.o.c.k. He was stroking it. And f.u.c.k, if it wasn't a sight to behold. His other hand was on her thigh and the slight shake of it let her know that he needed to be inside her as well.

  "Katherine, tell me what you want."

  "Please f.u.c.k me," she stumbled over her words. 'Just please f.u.c.k me already, or I will take your c.o.c.k and put it where it belongs!'

  Right, was this the part where she should start to beg? Because she really wanted to beg.

  He didn't reply. He stepped forward and she braced herself in anticipation. 'He's going to slam his c.o.c.k in me.' But the f.u.c.ker simply rubbed the tip of his c.o.c.k at her entrance. At this point, she had a right to be angry. This was pure torture.

  Katherine was sure that he could feel her pulse. Their heads were down and both stared at the place they were almost joined. He rubbed it with up and down over and over again. Suddenly he stopped and pushed the tip against her. But alas, even though the tip entered her, he pulled away. Again, he continued the dance.

  'Three. That is what comes after two. Damn it.'

  "Mm. Okay," he said. The silence between them had been long and she didn't understand what he meant until he grunted and slammed his c.o.c.k into her. The force made her throw her head back. It hurt when it hit the wall behind her but she didn't make a sound. Her hand flew to the glass and she tried to hang on for dear life. The surface was too slippery so she tried to hold onto the wall.

  The grunts overwhelmed the room. His thrusts were rough and merciless, just as she had asked him. The sensation of his c.o.c.k pistoning in and out of her while his skin rubbed against her clit was delicious. The depth of his thrusts had confused her, was it pain or pleasure…… or were they the same thing?

  His arms hooked under her knee and he held them up, making her get into an uncomfortable position. Her head still rested on the wall, but she was lower than before, her neck straining a little. They were closer and he was deeper inside her.

  "I'm coming," she screamed.

  "Oh," he said, stopping mid-thrust. He was still inside her, his hand gripping her legs and holding them up. "Let's slow down." Her eyes flew open and she wanted to behead him. That evil grin on his face? Yeah, she would slap that off.

  'Slow down?' Hell no.