~Bianca’s POV~
“...twenty.”
The word scraped harshly from my throat. My body shook and my p***y was on fire. I trembled, humiliated, yet soaked with my thighs sticky with arousal dripping onto the desk beneath me, betraying me with every pulse.
Damien finally stilled. His chest rose with calm control as the spatula dangled from his hand like a weapon he might decide to use again. Merciless blue eyes were fixed on me with cruel amusement.
“Look at you.” He said. “Dripping after every strike. You pretend you hate it, Bianca, but your filthy little cunt tells me the truth.”
Shame scorched me. “I-I don’t—”
“Don’t lie.” His smooth thumb pressed against my swollen red folds, dragging my arousal across the sore skin deliberately. “You’ve drenched my desk. Is this what you need? To be punish
