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down with a hand on her back, he went down to his knees and kissed each cheek in turn. “You have a gorgeous ass, my lady judge. And after the way you treated me, I’m going to paint it pink.” He smacked one smooth globe, kissed it, and then repeated it with the other.

He’d never done anything like that before, and yet, for some reason Rufsur felt like that was precisely what they both needed. It was a gamble, though.

If Edna perceived it as offensive, she might kick him out and tell him that she never wanted to see him again.

Except, his gamble paid off.

As the scent of her desire blossomed, filling his nostrils with the best aroma there was, he smacked the other side a little harder this time.

Edna groaned, but didn’t move an inch.

Given her response, she wasn’t averse to a little play. On the contrary, when the next smack landed on her ass with a loud clap, she responded with another throaty moan.

“More?” he asked to make sure.

“Yes.”

19

Edna

Why was getting her bottom smacked so damn arousing?

So intimate?

Edna hadn’t been aware of having any fetishes, but there she was, moaning and running wet in anticipation of another smack.

Except, it didn’t come.

Instead, Rufsur ran his hands down her thighs. “Lift your leg.” He commanded. When she did, he took her shoe off, tossed it aside, and then freed her foot from her pants. “Now the other one.”

When he was done, he ran his hands up her inner thighs, pushing them apart. And then his mouth was on her core, kissing, licking, his strong fingers digging into her butt cheeks.

Gripping the desk’s edge on the other side, Edna sagged against it. Lost to the pleasure, she rocked on Rufsur’s tongue as much as his grip on her ass allowed.

He was like a man possessed, going in deep with his tongue, then retracting it and kissing her folds, her inner thighs. Then out of nowhere, he smacked her bottom again, once, twice, and then went back to the licking and kissing.

The combination of pleasure and slight sting was driving her up the cliff, toward an orgasm that she knew would be epic, but she didn’t want to get there yet.

Edna wanted more.

More licking, more sucking, and more stinging slaps on her butt cheeks.

Except, control over her body had been taken away from her, and as Rufsur added his fingers to the play, the orgasm detonated. The powerful explosion pushed her up and off the desk, but a moment later, she was pushed back by Rufsur’s hard body. His arms enveloping her, he reached under her blouse for her breasts, and without much preamble, pulled the bra cups down and pinched her nipples.

“Fates!”

As a second, gentler orgasm rippled through her, Edna wasn’t sure whether it was an aftershock or a new climax, but before she had time to absorb the sensations, Rufsur entered her with a single hard thrust. This time, she had no doubt that the explosion he’d detonated was a full-on orgasm and not an aftershock.

Clamping his hands on her hips, he retreated and then surged in, again and again, pumping into her full force and not sparing her even an iota of his immortal strength.

If she were a human, he would have broken her, but she wasn’t, and every time his hips slammed against her backside, her arousal rocketed further up.

Even her heavy mahogany desk couldn’t absorb the powerful thrusts, sliding toward the center of her office and pushing the guest chairs until they got stuck on the edge of the carpet and toppled down.

Through the orgasmic haze, Edna wondered how she was going to explain the wreckage in her office. By the time they were done, the place would look like a tornado had passed through it.

Tornado Rufsur.

The chuckle that the thought evoked died on her lips as Rufsur grabbed her bun and wrenched her head up and back. Tilting it sideways, he licked her neck, kissed the spot he intended to bite, and then struck with his fangs.

Even before his venom hit her veins, a fourth orgasm blasted out of her, and then another, and another, and then, for the first time in her immortal life, Edna blacked out.

20

Rufsur

As Edna went limp under him, Rufsur retracted his fangs, licked the puncture wounds closed, and collapsed over her back. “Are you okay?” he murmured into her ear.

When he got no response, a momentary panic seized him. He’d gone all out, not moderating his strength as he would have