This would be a mistake. Future Wyn would hate me for it. But the version of me in my office with him didn’t care.
He pressed his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “Be a good girl and stand up, drop your pants, and put your elbows on the desk.”
For a few moments, I couldn’t move. My mind struggled to come up with a response. I should have shoved him away. I should have commanded him to leave my office. But every molecule in me responded to his words, his tone, his voice.
I took a deep breath, stood, unbuttoned my trousers, and pushed them down to my ankles. He grinned and stepped back while I leaned over my desk, placing my palms on the cool wood. My stomach tensed as he moved closer, heat radiating off him in contrast to the cool air on my legs. Fen hummed appreciatively and touched the curve of my ass, his fingers reverent and gentle, almost like he was touching a skittish horse.
I hung my head. Shame warred with excitement as another burst of my scent floated up from between my legs. I’d never done this before. I’d never submitted myself to the whims of a dominant shifter, and now that I had, I couldn’t contain the thrill of being so on display.
“You deserve sixty good swats.” He gripped my ass harder, digging his nails into my skin, but it didn’t hurt. No, I arched my hips into him, begging for more. “But since you’re being so good for me right now, I’ll lower it to twenty.”
I whimpered and pushed back on his palm, practically preening for him.
“And Wyn,” he whispered close to my ear, “don’t make a noise. The walls are soundproof, but not infallible.”
I knew that. I had white noise machines and extra insulation because conversations in my office were often sensitive. But I never thought that would come in handy for this.
He put one hand on the back of my neck and grabbed the waist of my underwear to yank it up, squeezing the cotton between my cheeks and exposing my skin.
“Such a beautiful ass,” he murmured, but before I could react to that, the cool brush of air told me he’d raised his palm behind me. When it landed with a smack against my skin, I jolted forward, and my hips pressed into the edge of my desk. But it wasn’t hard. It didn’t even hurt.
I looked over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “That’s all you’ve got? I thought this was supposed to punish me.”
His wolfish smile widened, and he tongued a rapidly growing canine. “Such a smart mouth on you.”
The next one landed with a thwack that forced my eyes closed and a groan from my lungs.
Yes. More of that. More.
“You never listen.” He brought his hand down on the other side, a sharp sting rattling up my spine and down my legs. But that only made me wetter.
I shivered against the chill of my slick coating the insides of my thighs. My panties stuck to me. My toes curled, pushing me up on the balls of my feet, and my palms squeaked against the mahogany desk as I tried to hold myself still.
“What’s it going to take to get you to understand?” Three more spanks landed in quick succession on either side of my rear, and the ache turned into a fiery brand that both soothed and tormented me. Just when I thought I’d sob, he brought his hand down between my legs and rubbed over my clit. I sighed, sparks of euphoria shooting through my body.
“If you don’t take care of yourself, you aren’t fit to take care of anyone else.” Fenris’s skill and authority over my body stopped my spinning thoughts. For the first time in my life, my mind was blissfully silent. All I had to do was listen to him. I just needed to lie here and accept whatever he gave me. A small voice in my head asked if I trusted him enough for that. He’d never acted like this toward me before, and as far as I knew, he’d never been this serious about anyone else. What made me think I was any different?
But I pushed that away. In this moment, the only thing that mattered was the way his skilled palm massaged away my worries. I sank on the desk, my arms finally giving out on me, the wood a relief to my overheated face.
“Say it,” he said. “Tell me you’re worth being cared for.”
“I’m worth it,” I muttered, rocking my pelvis back on his hand, the dam inside me threatening to burst. Maybe it was the last little bit of my heat lingering well after it should have died, but I was already close to climax, and he hadn’t even removed my underwear.
“Hmm, not convincing enough.” He pulled his hand away, and the cold atmosphere rushed into the void he’d left. I nearly cried, but I stifled that reaction when he picked up his spanking again. The fire turned to scalding heat, each fleshy slap another reality check.
Maybe he’s right.
Maybe he has a point.
Maybe I work too much. Do too much.
But if not me…who?
Who would look after the pack? Who would save them?
“Stop thinking,” he said with another resounding smack. “Just feel.”
I would typically never bow to a dominant wolf. It was what made me the healer. I existed outside of the pack’s hierarchy. I didn’t even have to listen to the alpha. But the command in his voice reached down inside me to yank at strings I didn’t even know I had.
