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Back Losers: Part I Save as PDF
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  1. Table of Contents
  2. Content Note
  3. A Note From The Author
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  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Also By Harley Laroux
  58. About The Author

“Sometimes I do,” I said, and her expression faltered. “Depends on my mood. What doesn’t depend on my mood is that if you start talking back to me, you’ll pay the consequences.”

I pointed behind her, and she turned. A slim wooden paddle was leaned up against the side of my desk, its surface covered with holes for better aerodynamics.

I grabbed her collar and tugged her toward me. Her chest pressed against mine, her eyes wide as I pulled up on the collar and forced her to her tippy-toes. “If you give me any attitude, if you disobey, I’ll bend you over and make you thank me for every swat until your ass is black and blue. Is that understood?”

She nodded quickly, voice slightly squeaky from the pressure of the collar. “I…Yes, sir.” She worked her jaw, as if the words were thick and uncomfortable to get out.

“Now bend over. The boys are waiting, and I need you plugged before you play.”

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Jessica

The paddle remained directly within my sight as I bent over. I rested my hands on Jason’s desk, gnawing my lower lip, trying my hardest not to let my nerves overtake my mouth as I remembered Vincent’s warning.

I thought of what it would be like to bend over for the paddle, to hear the swish of air before the sharp cracking contact. To have to hold myself in place and thank him while enduring a punishment like that…I shivered.

“Excited, princess? You’re wet already.”

Taking a deep breath, I looked back at him. It wasn’t fair of him to be wearing those thin joggers and nothing else. I could clearly see his dick imprint on them. His bare chest was covered in colorful tattoos, a neon canvas that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

He put the metal nipple clamps and anal plug aside on the seat of his chair. His fingers were warm as they probed between my legs, pushing and spreading me. Slowly, experimentally, he buried a finger inside my pussy. The cold metal of his ring pushing inside made my breath catch, and I moaned, unable to formulate words as a second finger joined the first. He curled them inside, pumping them slowly in and out.

“That feels so good,” I said. Then I added quickly, “Sir.”

“So you can learn. Good girl.”

Good girl. Oooh, fuck, that made me weak. My insides clenched and his fingers paused before withdrawing completely. A moment of unbearable anticipation passed, then something firm and strangely textured stroked over me.

“Keep being obedient for me, and I’ll make you feel so good you won’t be able to think straight.”