“No, Sir. I don’t think so.”
“Climb off my lap. We’ll go over to the desk to sign it.”
She wiggled back off his lap. Damn it, she’d kind of been hoping he’d end negotiations with some mutual pleasure. But instead, he stood and took hold of her hand, leading her over to the desk. He placed the contract down and signed it then handed the pen to her.
“Take the time to read it over,” he told her.
Even though she wanted nothing more than to get on with things, she did check everything. Then she signed her name at the bottom.
“I did it. I signed.” She turned to look at him. He stood behind her, his arms crossed over his chest, a small grin on his face.
“Good. That means you’re mine now.” He came over then wrapped his arm around the nape of her neck. And then he kissed her. It was possessive. Hot. Wild. And she felt her legs weakening, her heart racing, her need for him so intense it might have frightened her if she were capable of holding onto a thought for more than a few seconds and at a time.
He kissed his way along her jaw then down her neck, reaching her nipple. She sucked in a breath as he reached for one nipple clamp, removing it. She let out a cry as blood rushed back into the distended nipple. Fuck! That hurt. Immediately, he took her poor nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, licking it until the pain disappeared. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Oh, God. Oh, God.
“Poor baby, bet that hurt, didn’t it?” He sounded sympathetic, but since he’d been the one to cause the pain in the first place, she wasn’t really buying it. He gave her another soft kiss then pulled back.
“Now, lean over the desk, grasp the edge with your hands and spread your legs.”
14
He stood there, staring at her, one eyebrow raised imperiously. Swallowing nervously, she turned and positioned herself.
What was he going to do? Would he tell her or just do it? Shit. Shit. Shit.
A hand smacked down on her ass, making her gasp. “You’re worrying, kitten. Scared?”
“A little, Sir.”
“A little fear is fine. You get too scared, you use your safewords. Understand?”
“Yes. Sir?”
“Yes?” He was running his hand over her ass, and the need to press her legs together, to get some friction against her clit was almost overwhelming but she held herself still.
“What-what are you planning to do?”
He moved his hand between her thighs. “I’m not always going to tell you what’s coming next, but since this is new to you, I’ll go easy on you.” He circled her clit in slow, lazy circles that soon had her gasping and biting down on her lip in an effort not to demand that he move his finger faster so she could come.
“First, I’m going to deal with the punishment you’ve got coming. It’s not going to be as easy as the spanking you got earlier. No, this spanking needs to ensure that you will never disobey that rule again. It needs to show you how serious I am about your safety. And then, I’m going to spread you wide and I’m going to fuck you, right here over my desk. And if you’re a very good girl I just might let you come. Don’t expect that all the time after a punishment, though. Any questions?”
“N-no, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He moved his hand away from her and she had to bite back her protest. Probably just as well he had, since she had little faith in her ability to hold back her need to come until he gave his permission. With how on fire she felt, that just seemed like too big an ask.
His hand landed with a sharp slap on her ass cheek. Oh, God, he hadn’t been joking. That one smack showed her that he meant business. Another smack landed on her other cheek. She sucked in a
breath. Each slap of his hand against her ass was heavy and hard and made a very instant impression. It didn’t take long until her ass was burning, a deep throb that filled her entire body. Tears dripped down her face and she clung to the desk, holding on for dear life.
Fuck. Fuck. It was too much. She couldn’t take much more. Just when she thought she might have to use her safeword, he started talking.
“I don’t ever . . . ever want to receive a phone call like I did the other night, understand me?” he lectured between slaps. “Do you know how my heart stopped? I didn’t know what had happened to you. I didn’t know where you were. You are mine to take care of. And now you’re also mine to fuck, to discipline, to pleasure.”
He moved his hand down to the tender skin of her thighs and she started to bawl. Heavy sobs wracked her body. He laid several heavy, sharp smacks to her upper legs and oh, God, they hurt. They stung. And she knew she wouldn’t forget this lesson for a while.
Gradually, she became aware he’d stopped. That he was lightly rubbing her lower back and making low crooning noises. Then he carefully pulled her up and took her into his arms.
He kissed her. Even though tears were still dripping down her face and she no doubt looked like a complete mess, he kissed her. It was hot. It was wild. And the pain in her bottom was soon forgotten as another more pressing need took over.