VOWS OF SIN
The flat of the belt stung sharply, not hard enough to bruise but enough to make her jolt forward against the display case.
Heat bloomed across her skin.
Another slap, then another, across her ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs, the sensitive underside where ass met thigh. Each strike made her gasp and moan. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing every time the leather connected.
“Look at you,” Grayson said, his voice velvet-smooth and cruel.
“The woman who runs million-dollar auctions, standing here in the dark with her wrists cuffed, dripping like a desperate slut. Your professional pride is falling apart, isn’t it? All because your pussy is aching for a man you barely know.”
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