The word reward hit me harder than any of the spanks.
My aching, searching cunt clenched so violently I had to press my thighs together. A reward. From him. My mind flooded with images—his mouth, his fingers, his c**k. I didn’t care that my ass was on fire. I didn’t care that tears were still drying on my cheeks. I wanted whatever he would give me. I wanted it so badly my hands were shaking as I picked up the pen.
I forced myself to focus.
Every word he had said earlier suddenly mattered. Elasticities. Demand curves. The exact definitions I had ignored while drawing him f*****g my throat. I read each question twice. My ass throbbed against the chair. My c**t pulsed in time with my heartbeat. The wet spot on my shorts grew bigger. But I paid attention. I wrote carefully. I double-checked
