I give her another slight slap. "And how do I know that to be true?”
"I never saw them. So maybe you could check to see if the texts were deleted after being sent? Because it wasn't me."
I rest my hand on her ass again, to remind her that punishment is only a breath away, and she better answer as truthfully as she possibly can.
"After your phone disclosed information to the rivals, twenty-five thousand dollars hit your bank account. Are you telling me that you didn't notice that?”
She doesn't respond again; she knows what that means. Anger surges in my chest as I secure her over my lap and give her six hard, relentless smacks with my palm. She flinches with each one and still doesn't respond. I shake my head, willing and able to punish her more. I shift her on my lap so my fingers reach her breasts, cup one and finger her nipple.
She gives a quick, sharp intake of breath. "What are you doing?"
Will she tell me no? Will she tell me to stop it? Is she going to try to tell me that she doesn't want this?
But… she's responded really well to my praise. She has a natural submissive streak a mile wide, whether she wants to admit it or not.
So while I finger her nipples, I watch her reaction. I watch the way her cheeks flush pink, how she involuntarily parts her thighs. I dip my fingers between her legs and feel the evidence of her arousal. A dark, powerful sense of possession washes over me.
No one will ever touch this woman again. No one else will question her.
I will get the truth out of her one way or another, but every shudder of pleasure in her body belongs to me. I long to taste her, to devour her, to feel every spasm of ecstasy that crashes through her body when I make her sing for me.
"I'm questioning you."
She doesn't respond, but her breathing hitches and gets quicker when I stroke between her legs. Gentle, tender. Then my fingers close around her nipples and tweak, hard. She screams and arches her back.
"I asked you a question. I can tie you up and whip it out of you. I could use other forms of torture to get my answers and you know that no one else will hear you. No one’s coming to rescue you.” I could restrict her breathing, threaten to hurt her. But she's a delicate woman, and I can't allow myself to do anything that would cause permanent damage. A good spanking or whipping she'll recover from quickly.
Which is good, because something tells me I'm going to have to rely on that method a little more often.
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