I don’t say anything, but harden my features, making it very obvious that I’m exactly that—serious.
Katja has been treated like a princess her entire life. She’s been surrounded by men who would throw themselves down on a sword for her. Z and I would have done anything for her, and our payment for our loyalty was a swift kick to the ass the minute she found a new man to dote on her. It was high time that our little hotel heiress learned a lesson of humility.
“Please, Dex, I’m coming to—”
“I’m not going to stand here and negotiate, or hear pleading, or anything else you’ve got swirling in that brain of yours. I’ve got a lot to do today as I’m sure you do as well. So, if you want the money wired to you today, you will accept the consequence or find the money some other way.”
Her face turns a shade of pink I’ve never seen before. “You want to... what exactly?”
“Bend over,” I say, pointing to a decorative hallway table placed against the damask wallpaper. “Lift your dress up, pull your panties down, and let me spank that ass of yours with my belt.” I give a wicked smirk which I know has her boiling on the inside. “Accept a consequence for the first time in your life.”
“Absolutely. Fucking. Not!”
I shrug and start to turn. “Suit yourself. Good luck.”
“Wait!” she says breathlessly. “Fine. Fine!” She shakes her head, nibbles her lip, and glares at the rich mahogany table. She then turns to me and asks, “Can we at least go to your room?”
I shake my head no.
“The hotel cameras,” she says as her eyes dart to where the wall meets the ceiling.
“Z and I had them deactivated on this floor this morning. My clients need privacy.”
“Z could interrupt us—”
“He’s upstairs dealing with The Rooftop.”
“Hotel guests could come—”
“The floor’s been emptied. Completely vacant. Just you and me right now.”
“The staff—”
I sigh loudly, slowly losing my patience. “Katja, I’m running out of time. Either pull that skirt of yours up and accept your punishment for allowing The Whitney to get into this situation, or allow me to go about my business.”
She takes a tentative step toward the table, her back to me, and then freezes. “Is this a joke? A test to see how far I’ll go for the money?”
“No test. No joke.” I place my hand on the buckle of my belt and wait.
With a huff, Katja hikes the fabric of the skirt up over her hips, bends over the table and reaches for the lace thong panties in one effortless motion. As she lowers the panties to her thighs, baring herself completely, my dick instantly hardens.
I didn’t think she’d do it, and I’m frankly taken aback by the sight. Regardless, I’m a man of my word, and I have a duty displayed before me.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she whispers as I unfasten my belt and pull it free from the loops of my pants.
“Another $300K is a lot of money. Especially when I just gave you a shitload only a day ago. Maybe after our little consequence today, you’ll turn over a new a leaf on how you manage money and rethink some of your decisions in the past.”
Katja’s silence tells me all I need to know.
She’s restraining herself.
Seeing her clenched fists, and the tension in the cords of her neck, she’s clearly doing everything within her power to not tell me to go fuck myself. But I have to hand it to her, she remains in position no doubt wanting to just get it over with as quickly as possible. And though my palm itches at lashing her perfect ass with red lines, I can’t help but stand and take in the view.
She’s breathing heavy, her ass on display, the muscles of her thighs and calves accentuated due to her humbling position, and the way her white lace panties shamefully rest right above her knees. I shouldn’t like this as much as I do, but I fucking love it.
I double over the leather in my hand and rest it on her ass, allowing her to feel the weight of what’s to come.
“Dex—”