“No. Never.”
“Are your panties damp, Ashley? Don’t you want nothing more than for me to take you into the bathroom, spanking your ass like the bad little girl you are?”
Swallowing, she could feel the goosebumps popping along her arms and legs. “I’m…” A nervous laugh escaped from her mouth.
“When you had the leather strap between your legs, didn’t you wish that I’d tie you spread-eagled, smacking your sweet pussy and beautiful breasts?”
She’d never been so uncomfortable, her pussy clenching to the point she was terrified she would have a climax right there. “That’s not fair.” She could envision the man spanking her everywhere, reminding her who she belonged to. This was crazy. Struggling to control her nerves, she rubbed her forehead.
This was shameful, completely unlike her.
Liar. You’ve wanted this for years.
“I never said I was going to be fair, just realistic. I can smell your desire from here, the raging hunger you’ve had pent up for so many years. Am I wrong?” Pierre never blinked, his eyes pinned on her.
“I can’t do that.” Her voice sounded so weak, helpless and that wasn’t the woman she was.
“Ask me.”
“No, I can’t. I just…” She was more ashamed than she’d ever been in her life, but there was a part of her that craved exactly what he was suggesting.
He leaned further over. “Ask. Me.”
She could only pray that the fear wasn’t discernable in her voice. She had to maintain some level of control in order to observe the various guests.Do your job. Don’t fall into his…Spell. Her heartraced, her blood pressure increasing. “I’m not the woman you think I am.”
He sat all the way back, breaking the spell. “I’m never wrong, Ashley. I knew what you craved the first time I laid eyes on you. You need a hard spanking tonight, just like you did last night, but in order to obtain one, you’re going to have to ask. If you don’t, we’ll enjoy a few minutes in the club then I’ll take you back to the hotel. It’s as simple as that. Do we have an understanding?”
The man was treating her like the misbehaving girl he believed her to be. And she was allowing him. Perhaps the fact her inner voice was nagging at her, picking at her mind was a reminder that he’d managed to grasp aspects about her that no one else ever had before. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Perhaps not but I do think we understand each other. I will enjoy showing you off as well as giving you the experience of a lifetime. If. You. Ask. If only once, then so be it. The last question for you. Do you trust me?”
The question once again but this time she found it easier to answer. “Yes.”
Opening up to anyone was a complete mistake. They both remained quiet as Wrath drove, the club a distance from the restaurant. The conversation had been far too easy, sharing a detriment. A bakery. What a crock of shit. The suit of armor wrapped around her was fortified steel. The only truth to her comments was about her love of animals. Then again, that was the only completely truthful thing he’d offered as well.
After parking the car, he took her hand into his, sensing the tension in her. He’d risked losing her before arriving at the club with his hard push, but he’d seen right through her. The way she’d responded to the spanking had been freeing for both of them. “There’s nothing for you to be concerned about. Asking isn’t a weakness.”
“I’m fine, Pierre.”
“When a woman says she’s fine, that usually means she’s upset in some manner.” He kept his grip firm, both of them taking long strides. The owner knew his true identity, as well as the various ones he’d used over the course of doing business in the lovely city. There was never a question about entrance, or anything else. Discretion and privacy were vital to those frequenting the club. However, he’d called ahead, making certain that there would be a private room available for his needs.
“I can handle myself.” She exhaled, even grumbling under her breath.
He was ready to make certain she understood that he was in total command. “While I understand your reservations, you will speak to me with respect while we’re in this club. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Swatting her ass, he could see the flash of anger in her eyes. He jerked her against him, cupping both sides of her face. “Try that again.”
She hesitated, her mouth twisting. “Yes. Sir.”
Growling, he crushed her mouth, dragging her onto her toes as he thrust his tongue inside. Everything about her was rawattraction, his desire bordering on insatiable. He had to control his emotions as well as his raging needs or he’d take her right here without so much as a second thought. Their tongues entwined, her desire as intense as his own, although she pressed her palm against his chest in a protective manner. She was in turmoil, refusing to give into her own needs.
If she belonged to him, it would take time for her to learn what was required of her, but he would enjoy the training.
Fucking.
Owning.
