“Because I’d bend you over my knee and spank that perfect ass of yours until it glows. And then do you wanna know what I’d do?” She gives me a shaky nod. Three uneven breaths. “Yes,” she whispers. “I’d teach you a lesson about wanting. About wanting to come so badly you have to beg for it.” My cock hardens as Sloane’s blood surges against my fingertips. “And once I was sure you’d learned that lesson, I’d teach you about wanting to stop coming so badly you beg for that too.”
