She didn’t regret it. He had her positively squirming, her cunt pulsating with need. There was a rhythm to it, what he did. In between smacks, he was running his hand over her arse, squeezing as if he had every right to touch her wherever he damn well pleased. And then he’d dip his hand back down, shoving two fingers into her until she was crying out with need, before retreating again. There was something heady about being so helpless. Her normally busy mind was surprisingly quiet aside from arousal as she felt herself getting thwacked. Her head was down, forehead buried in one arm while her other arm was stretched out, gripping the edge of the work table. She felt securely held down as one of his hands pressed down on the back of her neck, while the other swung at her. There was literally nothing she needed to do but lay there and take it.