Zara's POV
He removed his hand completely and stepped away from me. The sudden loss of his touch made me want to cry out. I almost did. My body felt empty and aching without his fingers there, and I had to fight the urge to press my thighs together again just to chase some kind of relief. The ache between my legs was worse now, throbbing and insistent, and I could feel fresh slickness dripping down my inner thigh. I stayed bent over the hood, my hands still flat on the metal, my ass still exposed and stinging from his spanks. My breath came in short, shaky gasps, and I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from how badly I wanted him to touch me again.
He stood there behind me for a moment, and I could hear the way his breathing had changed too. When he spoke again, his voi
