Work Hard Play Harder

Work Hard Play Harder

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Maybe it was the way I saw him work no matter how hard the task, maybe it was the way he smiled with his friends, it could even be the way he looked at her when she walked by. She can't talk to him, she can't see him and she can not fall in love with him. She must listen. She must do as I'm told. "Yes daddy. No daddy. I love you daddy." After all what's work without no play?
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"Get on your knees." His voice was low, rough, rolling over my skin like smoke. But I didn't move. I stayed exactly where I was, arms crossed, chin lifted in challenge. Submission was never my language. I loved control-lived in it, breathed in it. Except in bed. In bed, I wanted him to take control... But that didn't mean I'd give it easily. His jaw tightened. Impatience flashed in his dark eyes. Good. Let him burn. "Bella," he growled, voice sharper now. "Get on your damn knees." I smirked, slow and deliberate, the kind that always pushed him over the edge. I knew I was asking for trouble. I wanted it. "Testing my patience?" he murmured. "Fine. I'll show you exactly how you submit to me." I barely had time to blink. One moment I was standing, the next I was thrown over his knee-my stomach pressed to his thigh, my ass raised perfectly for him. His hand cupped me possessively, as if he had been waiting for this position all night. Excitement shot through me. So did fear. And God, I loved the mix. Then- CRACK. The first slap landed hard, echoing in the room. Pain flared, sharp and hot, pulling a gasp straight from my throat. My panties were gone-when did he even take them off? My skin throbbed, and behind the burn, heat pooled low in my belly. His hand smoothed the sting, almost tender. "I'm going to enjoy coloring your ass red. Twenty spanks. And after each one..." His fingers gripped my hips. "You will say, 'Thank you, sir. Can I have one more?' Do you understand?" A shiver ran through me. Pure bliss. "Yes, sir," I breathed. "Good girl," he purred. "See? Submission isn't so hard, Bella. Not when it's me." His thumb traced slow circles along the curve of my ass- SMACK. A sharp yelp escaped me. He didn't go easy; he never did. "Thank you, sir... can I have one more?" I whispered, breath shaky. He hummed approvingly. "Of course, Bella." And the spanking began-rhythmic, punishing, delicious.

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