I was already imagining her sprawled out on the table, thighs open.
Her arms stretched out over the top of a nearby file cabinet. I knew she was looking for a weapon as she searched with her hands to compensate for her compromised vision. “I want to warn you again. Stay back.”
I reached for my belt buckle. “I see I’m going to have to resort to more extreme measures to persuade you to submit.” I whipped the belt out from the loops of my trousers. I folded it in half and snapped it twice. Being a dress belt, it was made of thin patent leather. It would hurt more than a thicker, raw leather belt.
Her eyes narrowed as she struggled to see what I held in my hand. She would know what it was soon enough by the feel of its bite on her backside.
I could see her body tense for flight moments before she took off, trying to reach the exit door to my right. The moment she passed, I grabbed her by the hair. Using her forward momentum against her, I spun her around until she slammed against my chest. Her small fingers gripped at my bare upper arms as I crushed my mouth against hers.
Keeping my fist in her hair, I sucked and bit at her tongue as I tasted deeply of her charms. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a promise of possession.
The moment her body wilted against mine, I knew I had her.
I turned her around and bent her over a low stainless steel-topped table, pressing her down by the back of her head. “Stay there.”
“What are you—”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” I growled as I flipped her skirt up.
Dark purple satin covered her sweet ass. I ran my palm over her hip and cheek, before giving her a quick smack.
Catherine jumped as her fingers gripped the edge of the table. “Please, I’m not sure—”
I ran my middle finger down the crack of her satin-covered ass to then cup her pussy from behind. “You don’t have to be sure, pet. I am.”
I wrenched her panties off her ass. They floated down her slim thighs to pool at her feet. Her pale ivory skin was exposed and vulnerable to my touch. I gave her one more caress before I stepped back with my right foot, raising my right arm. Adjusting my grip on the belt, I brought my arm down in a punishing arc. The smack of leather against her skin vibrated around the empty room.
Catherine’s torso flew upward off the table. “Ow!” she exclaimed as her hand flew back to cover her ass cheeks.
“Move your hand or I’ll tie you up.”
Her lower lip trembled as she obeyed.
I brought the belt down on her ass several more times, delighting in the thin red stripes the sharp patent leather was leaving on her skin. Next time I would use a wider, raw leather belt. I wanted to see her entire ass blush from my punishment.
Catherine rose up on her toes after I struck her upper thighs just below the curve of her ass. “Please, please. I don’t like this.”
I stepped forward, pressing my hips against her ass, knowing the fabric of my wool trousers would scratch the sensitive and swollen redness. Once more, I placed a hand on her pussy. She was wet and ready for me. “You’re lying.”
I then leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Little girls who lie get punished even harder.”
CHAPTER8
CATHERINE
The heat of his words was only matched by the heat of my punished skin.
I couldn’t believe I was allowing this stranger to treat me like this. It was as if he had me under some kind of spell. I couldn’t think of any other reason why I would let him kiss me… or spank me.
I pressed my cheek against the cool stainless steel surface, willing away both the humiliating shame and the even more humiliating arousal his touch had caused. I had never in my life been roughly handled by a man. All the men in my life previously had been nerdy scientists who were hesitant to even hold my hand, let alone kiss me. Men like Henry.
Edward was different.
He was arrogant, confident, and domineering. He didn’t ask permission. He took. When he forced me against the wall and claimed my mouth, I thought I would come right there and then. Men never did such things anymore. They didn’t dare. Not in this day and age. It seemed as if Edward was from another time. A masculine, no-holds-barred time when men took what they wanted and didn’t give a damn about the consequences.
I shouldn’t find such a thing arousing. It was unthinkable that I did, but I couldn’t help myself.
He was just so handsome and… forceful.