<i>No.. No... No....NO!</i><br/><br/>Nadia was screaming within the confines of her mind as Carl's hand moved down her ass and between her thighs. Her cheeks flamed with color as he explored the truth of her reactions. The threat that passed his lips forced her to look up and some of that color drained out of her face at the look she caught in his eyes. She tried to swallow her fear before he could see it, but something in his smile told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her.<br/><br/>His fingers spread tingling traces of fire through her skin as they traveled over her stomach, making her muscles tense as they passed. She wanted to rail at him as his fingers found her damp outer lips and then began to stroke over them and between them. A fresh rush of liquid heat flared inside her only to trickle down his fingers. His touch had her body trembling for him and when the next smack landed hard against her ass she yelped from pain and surprise. The sound was small, but enough to make her realize she was in far more danger than she had bargained for. His palm settled against her skin, applying a subtle pressure that made her clit tingle and her slit ache for more thorough attention.<br/><br/>He whispered to her, and something about his tone made her entire body tense up as if she expected to be attacked. But, the words he so carefully chose to give her made her want nothing more than to press herself closer to him. Being reminded of the others made her stomach do a flip as if stage fright were nagging at her, but the next smack of his hand brought her right back to what really mattered as she was forced to hide her face against his shoulder to keep herself quiet. He had said she needed this as well as wanted it, and that he was just giving her what she wanted. Was it true? She wasn't certain if she needed this. Of course, as his fingers worked magic between her thighs, she knew she wanted it and much, much more.<br/><br/>But that was the game, wasn't it? He knew she wanted this, she knew she wanted this, the trick was making her say it.<br/><br/>His third smack made her whimper softly from the pain, but his finger driving into her slit nearly made her knees buckle. Nadia's hands let go of the table and her arms wrapped tight around Carl. Her hands fisted in his shirt and she clung onto him, unable to deny that holding herself against him was as intoxicating as the things he was doing to her. The pressure against her clit increased, another smack landed against her ass with a hard crack, and a second finger slid inside her. Nadia's grip tightened as her hips pressed forward against him. It was a small movement, one others may miss, but he had felt it... somehow she felt certain he would not let her forget it.<br/><br/>He told her to beg, and she nearly did. All that stopped the words was his shoulder. She bit down on his skin to keep herself quiet, hating that he could make her feel this way and yet loving every second of it. She shut her eyes tight to try and block it out, fighting to keep her body still and relaxed while every move of his finger made her ache for more. And then he took them away.<br/><br/>Nadia gasped as she looked up at him, stunned. Shock played through her features, and then fury settled in to leave her glaring up at him. She wanted his touch back, but begging for it... her jaw set as she forbid herself to even think it. One more smack and this would be over with. She forced herself to keep breathing, to ignore the longing her had created in her and focus. Her hands let go of his shirt and, shaking, reached down to the table and firmly grabbed onto the edge once more.<br/><br/>"Get it over with," she answered him coldly, finding she was more angry that he was denying her what he knew she wanted to flaunt how much power he could claim over her. "I have one more left and my punishment is over. Do it, like you said you would, and then we're done here."