Excitement zips through me at the promise in Aidan’s words.
“What are you going to do?” I ask breathlessly as he crosses back to me.
“You know exactly what I’m going to do.” His hand finds my arm again, spinning me around so I’m facing his desk. Then he pushes until I fall forward, bent at the waist. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I say, wiggling my ass in the air. Is he going to spank me? Fuck me? God, I want it all.
He’s right. Iama brat. I shouldn’t have crawled under his desk. And when Dad entered the room… God, I should have stopped. But something defiant streaked through me in that moment. My father thinks he can control me, but he can’t control all of me. Not my emotions. My body. My desire.
Only I control those things.
So, yes, I rebelled. It was wrong to touch Aidan under that desk, but it felt so fucking good to know my father was clueless. He ranted and raved about what a disappointment I am, but he wasn’t the one in control. I was. And he had no idea.
Now, I’m giving that control to Aidan. He’s the only person I trust with every part of me, and I want him to know it.
He pulls my skirt up roughly, exposing my ass. I’m wearing a thong again, and his breath hisses out when he sees it.
“Get this off,” he rumbles, yanking it down my legs. My underwear makes it halfway before he gets impatient, letting it hang between the backs of my knees. Then his hand comes down on my ass with a loud crack, bringing with it a sharp sting.
I suck in a surprised breath, letting a moan follow when a rush of pleasure between my legs eclipses any pain. Fuck. IknewI’d love it. He spanked me at the studios when we last had sex, but not like this. Not angry, teach-me-a-lesson spanking. The kind I really want.
His hand smooths over the spot, soothing the sting, and Aidan leans over to growl in my ear. “This is what bad girls get,” he says, voice low and dangerous. “They get their ass spanked.”
And then, for reasons I don’t quite understand, I smirk.
“Is that all?” I taunt, and a muscle jumps in Aidan’s jaw.
“That’s not enough for you?” His hand strikes me again. “Not enough to teach you a lesson?”
I quiver with pleasure, shaking my head, wanting to push him. Wanting whatever he’ll give me.
A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Cupcake.”
He yanks on my underwear hard enough to tear it, then tosses it aside. His hand hooks under my thigh, setting one of my knees onto his chair, exposing me completely to him. This time when his hand strikes me, it doesn’t hit my ass. It lands between my legs. The wet sound echoes off his office walls, and I inhale sharply.
Holy shit, thathurt.
But even with the pain, molten heat pools in my core.
Aidan kneels behind me, spreading me with his thumbs. “Fucking soaked,” he grits out, eyes raking over my swollen, throbbing flesh. Then he spits—spits—right on my clit. The feeling of his hot saliva hitting me there makes a moan rip from me.
Fuck. Why is that so hot?
He straightens, spanking me right there. I spasm, pain and pleasure mingling into a heady cocktail, making me breathless, and he pauses, watching me, hand gentle as it strokes through my slickness.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, checking in. Even when he’s rough with me, he’s never reckless. Never cruel. “You like getting spanked on your needy little clit?”
“God, yes.”
He tuts, shaking his head, spanking me there again.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He rewards me with another spank, and my knees quake. God, if he keeps doing that, I’ll come.
Aidan seems to realize this, spanking my clit again and again as I quiver and moan on his desk. “Such a dirty girl,” he growls, fingers hitting my clit over and over. “Sucking my dick with your father in the room. Making me punish you like this.”
“Fuck,” I rasp, pleasure coiling tight in my belly. “Yes.”
