Chapter 2

Christopher pressed his fingers against the crotch of her panties. She knew they were damp. "You're wet. Is this for him, or for me?"

"It's you, Mr. Wolfe. It's always you."

"You knew he was looking at you. You enjoyed it," he said.

"I did." Lacey never minded men watching her. She knew her coloring made her stand out. The attention made her feel attractive. "It didn't mean anything."

"Is that what you think?" He pushed her to her feet. "Take off your skirt."

As he watched, Lacey unbuttoned and unzipped. She let the skirt slide around her ankles before she stepped out of it.

"You need a reminder of who you belong to." Christopher took her hand and pulled her beside him. "Bend over my lap."

This wasn't something they'd done before. Lacey suddenly felt very nervous. "Please, Mr. Wolfe, I--."

"Do it, now o