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.
