And with that he releases me entirely, and my body collapses onto his desk knowing one more would have sent me over the edge.
“Sir! Is everything all right in there?” I hear a female voice cry out accompanied at the same time by three quick knocks on his door.
“Don’t make a sound,” he says softly enough that only I can hear.
r /> “Go away,” he bellows, and there are no further interruptions.
“I love how you squirm for me.”
I want to deny it, to spit right in his eye, but I can’t. We both know it would be a lie. I was thrusting my hips back demanding that final lick of punishment, wondering why he didn’t use the belt but at the same time glad he didn't.
“While you’re under my roof, in my building, you’ll do what Daddy says.”
“That hurt, Daddy.”
“Did it? Good,” he says moving in closer and wrapping his hand around my neck. “Because that’s exactly what we both wanted.”
I nuzzle into his pant leg and he slides his hands underneath my armpits, pulling me up onto his lap.
“Little girl, I want what’s best for you. I’m not one of the bad guys,” he says as I wrap my arms around his head and nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, making my body as small as humanly possible on his lap.
“I’m pretty sure you’re not one of the good ones either.”
4
Scarlett
The next morning
I wake to the sound of my neighbors fighting, thinking I might have been better off sleeping another night in my car. At least I could park it in a nice neighborhood, recline the seat, and not be bothered.
Not here.
Although HR pulled me into their office after Silas spanking, to tell me I’d be receiving a salary advance before the end of the day, it still didn’t go too far after paying the first month’s rent, last month’s rent, and security deposit on the place where I found myself now.
The neighborhood wasn’t exactly scary, but then again what was after being around Silas all day?
I’ve lived in low-income housing my whole life and that kind of scary is a lot different than the kind of scary Silas serves up. His was more like a protective, possessive, I want what’s best for you kind of scary.
But as I rolled over and shake my phone so it will display the time I realize that theory might be put to the test really soon.
7:24.
Crap!
I bolt out of bed, stripping out of my polka dot pajamas and sliding into my work clothes on my way to the bathroom. And by on my way, I mean the five feet that separate the bed from the bathroom.
I splash some water on my face and then run my hands through my hair, trying to make myself look presentable.
I squirt a glob of toothpaste onto my toothbrush and then brush furiously enough to age my gums about five years in five seconds.
Grabbing my bag I’m out the door and trying to flag down a taxi…to no avail.
I’d flirted with danger before and Silas proved he’d stand his ground. Part of me thought about testing him again, but at this point it didn’t seem right. Although another spanking seemed right, in the absolute wrong kind of way.
Being late today would just be irresponsible, especially after SteeleSharp’s generosity. I still, for the life of me, couldn’t find out why he named his company SteeleSharp and not just Sharp as Steele, if that’s the vibe he was going for.
I finally manage to flag a cab and tell him I’ll pay extra if he can get me to the office by five till, which will allow me enough time to navigate the elevators and arrive on time.