We? Who the hell was he kidding?
He gave me four additional cracks, one right after the other, two hitting my upper thighs. This time, there was no holding back my anguished whimpers.
“Oh… Please stop. I just…” What could I say that would make any difference?
“That’s enough. I won’t tolerate any more of your complaints. You earned yourself a severe punishment and that’s what you’re getting.”
He issued four more, each one harder than the one before. I was confused, the scent of my feminine wiles wafting into my face, filling my nostrils. Was I truly excited from this wretched, horrible experience? The answer was terrifying. My fingers were clawing the counter and one leg bending at the knee from the agony, but all I could think about was his rugged body and the touch of his hand. No. I had to fight this man any way I could. He wasn’t going to rule me. Not now. Not ever.
“Imagine if you could be a good girl for me.”
“I’m not your girl.”
“That’s where you’re very wrong.”
I couldn’t resist laughing. The heat on my body was explosive, burning the backs of my legs and he honestly believed I could or would care about being a nice girl in order to receive his good graces? Oh, he was out of his mind.
The spanking continued. Long. Hard. Every stroke ripped a moan from my throat. The man knew what he was doing, leaving my bottom red and swollen, and my pussy wet and aching.
When it was over, I hung my head, willing myself to hate the man. To loathe him and all his stood for. But the wafting scent of my desire and the wetness between my legs only confirmed the mess he’d made me.
“I find it difficult to resist you,” he said quietly, once again dipping his fingers to my pussy, sliding them up and down several times. “However, you seem to forget that I can and will take you in any manner I see fit. You belong to me. The sooner you begin to accept and follow through with the deal you made, the better off your experience will be.”
“I have no intentions of allowing you to own me.”
“I guess we shall see. Won’t we?” He continued his controlling glare as he slipped his belt through the loops, the same sexy smirk on his face.
My face remained flushed as I smoothed down my dress, refusing to give him the time of day. But I continued to tingle all over, trying my best to hold my head high when he threw open the door. Thankfully, his men paid us little attention.
He remained completely silent as he led me back to the table. It felt as if everyone was watching us. How utterly embarrassing.
I refused to alter my expression as I sat down even though my bottom hurt like hell. With the wine as a prop, I did my best to try to ignore him.
He was surprisingly patient for a few minutes, allowing me to enjoy pretending as if he didn’t exist.
But it was short-lived. The man was completely used to getting everything he wanted. Maybe he’d learn that wasn’t acceptable.
“I was hoping that we could consider ourselves business partners and that’s entirely up to you. Whatever the case, you entered into a deal and you will follow the rules.”
My laugh was involuntary. “I don’t think you becoming my landlord means I’ll be your partner.”
“Perhaps I might surprise you. Now, answer that question for me. What are your favorite things?”
He was intent on forcing me to have a polite conversation with him.
“I don’t know what you’re asking me.”
“It’s simple. What excites you? What makes you happy?”
“You really think I’m going to have this conversation with you?”
As soon as he leaned over the table, I caught a masculine whiff of his aftershave. Woodsy. Musky. Citrusy. All the scents I preferred in a man. While he needed nothing to embolden his powerful aura or the masculinity he had wrapped around him in spades, the intense sensations fueled by his aftershave were a harsh reminder of my desire.
“Does that mean you have secrets, my little liar?” He was obviously enjoying making me feel extremely uncomfortable.
“Don’t call me a liar. I pride myself in telling the truth. I doubt you can say the same thing.”
“What have I lied to you about?”
