“Come here,” I said firmly. She started, biting her lip, and glancing down at my hand nervously before she dared take a step toward me. I watched her closely, delighting in the indecision written all over her face. She was probably wondering what would happen if she disobeyed me. I opened and closed my fist, and she jumped.
Yes, she was, the naughty little minx.
I held out my hand for her and she hesitantly took it. I jerked her toward me, and she gasped as I wrapped my other arm around her back.
“You are a good girl, aren’t you?” I purred.
“Yes…” she answered warily, her voice raspy. I dropped my hand to cup her bare bottom and she whimpered nervously.
“Sometimes even good girls are naughty though. Sometimes those girls need to be taken over my knee and given a good hard spanking, don’t they?” I whispered pointedly. I squeezed her ass a little and she flexed beneath my fingers.
“Yes, sir,” she sighed.
Quickly, I slipped my hand beneath her chin and lifted her gaze to mine. There was no anger or shock, only arousal shining through.
I fucking loved that.
I pulled her into a soft kiss, capturing her lips gently. The taste of her was sweet. I didn’t want to pull away, but I did eventually, knowing that she needed to eat.
“Go freshen up, Mila. Breakfast will be here by the time you come out. If I have to come and get you though, you’ll be going over my knee and eating your meal with a bright red and very sore backside. Do you understand me, little girl?”
“I understand, sir,” she blushed. Her pink nipples were stiff against my chest, and it took everything in me to step away from her and not throw her on her back on the bed for another hard fucking. She swallowed visibly, glancing down at the iron spike of my cock, and blushing at the sight.
The thought of punishing her made me very hard, just like I knew it made her little pussy very, very wet.
With red cheeks, she dipped her head and walked off into the restroom, closing the door behind her. I watched her sashay away. There were a few marks from my belt left behind, but they were only light pink now. They would be gone by nightfall.
I strode over to the closet and chose a pair of gray sweatpants. I threaded my feet into them, pulling them up and slinging them around my hips. Then I sat down in the armchair by my window and called for room service.
I didn’t really know what Mila liked to eat, so I ordered one of everything.
“Right away, boss. I’ll send it up in no more than twenty minutes,” Chef Rob exclaimed. He barked out a couple of orders to the cooks and I hung up the phone. I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom, and I resisted walking inside. Seeing her naked and wet in my shower would only make me want to fuck her even more.
I called Ronaldo.
“Boss,” he answered, his tone all business.
“Is there an update on the Reznikov situation?” I asked.
“He seems to have more people on the ground, more soldiers guarding the warehouses. Sergei might be preparing for something. I’m just not sure what yet.”
“Our weapons stock?”
“Already being refilled as we speak. There’s more that should arrive tonight into tomorrow, but by the time we’re fully restocked, we’d be prepared for whatever the Russian fucks throw at us,” he explained.
I heard the shower turn off.
“I’ve got a little thief to finish questioning at the moment. Let’s talk more over dinner tonight,” I replied.
“Good luck, boss,” he replied. I hung up the phone and there was a knock at the door. I got up to answer it, walking out of the bedroom briefly.
The chef had arrived with breakfast. He placed it on the dining table, and I nodded my thanks before he took his leave. I returned to my room just as Mila was opening the restroom door. Her hair was wet and freshly brushed and she was wearing nothing more than a cotton terry robe.
I hadn’t given her permission to wear that.
There was just a hint of a smirk on her lips when I laid my eyes on her. She was purposefully pushing me now, testing my limits to see what would earn her a spanking and what wouldn’t.
Feisty little thing. I loved it.