Zara's POV
His hand came back to my ass, touching it gently at first, his fingers tracing over the warm, sore skin. I moaned softly at the mix of pain and pleasure, the sting from his earlier spanks blooming again under his touch. It sent a fresh wave of heat straight between my legs, and I had to grip the edge of the desk tighter to keep from pushing back against his hand.
He squeezed one cheek lightly, his fingers digging in just enough to make the soreness sharper for a second. “You like that, don’t you?” he said. “The sting. The way it makes your p***y ache. You were dripping for me last night when I spanked you, and you’re dripping now. I can see it. Your panties are clinging to you like they’re begging to be pulled down.”
He ran his fingers along the edge of my panties, tracing t
