He kept her in his line of sight as he moved to one of the cabinets, opening the door and pressing a button. Removing the black case, he could tell she was gleaning every detail ashe pressed in the combination, allowing the latches to snap. He turned the case around, lowering it down in order for her to see the contents.
“Impressive.”
“Only the best, but I have no doubt you’ve learned just as much about me as I have about you. And remember the rule.” Chuckling, he placed her gun inside, his guns and the knives second, closing and replacing the case. “Forty-eight hours and you will please me in every manner, my sweet and beautiful Sophia. Now, undress.” Wrath expected her to gasp or make certain he understood her displeasure.
When he only heard the rustling of clothing, he tipped his head. Simply seeing the beautiful budding flower, petals unfolding in front of his eyes, he was thrown, sweat beading across his upper lip. She had a way about her that shook his entire world.
He was prepared to risk all that he had, his entire world for two days. Hmm… Either he was losing his grip or garnering a chance at happiness. Time would tell.
Sophia’s lower lip was quivering, and she stood with her hands at her sides, her fists clenched. A warm flush crested along her jawline, the soft blush creeping up along her cheeks. She was trembling, her breath sounds ragged.
Wrath blinked several times as he admired her body: skin that seemed to shimmer in the overhead lighting, her copper-colored hair falling past her shoulders, almost covering her breasts. She had a strong jawline, a long neck, and chiseled shoulders that seemed to have the weight of the world on them.
His cock ached, longing to taste her again, to feast on her sweet pussy.
It was as if he was seeing her for the first time, able to truly admire her incredible beauty.
Her nipples were hard, the aureoles the loveliest shade of rose, her thin waist rolling into rounded hips that managed to highlight her long legs. Everything about her professional attire was masculine, but the crimson painted toes and subtle makeup were a clear reminder of the sensual woman inside. He envisioned her with nipple piercings, even a single tattoo bearing his mark. God, what was he thinking? She could never belong to him. This wasn’t a choice for her to make.
“What are you going to do,sir?”
Her arrogance was endearing, at least at this point. “I’m going to give you that spanking you deserve.” Pulling out a chair, he sat down with an exaggerated thud, tapping his lap. “Come.”
Sophia shifted from foot to foot, the expression on her face bordering contempt.
“You long for my firm hand, Sophia, the discipline that you’ve been craving your entire adult life. The moments we shared were a reminder of the blog you wrote. Do you remember the joys?”
As if she was ready to admit.
She huffed, rolling her eyes. “That no longer matters. This is nothing but a business arrangement. Sir. I will never care about you. Get that through your arrogant ass.”
By God, the woman needed harsh discipline. She was unruly and haughty, determined to try to break him. She had another think coming. “Mmm… Pity.” He tapped his lap again. “If I have to ask you anything twice, there will be a severe punishment. Do you understand me, Sophia?”
“Yes, sir.” This time her answer was softer. She shifted closer, her eyes boring into his.
Trust. He could tell she had no concept of the word, let alone the action. As if she would ever trust him in any manner. He took her hand into his, rubbing her fingers with the tip of his thumb. “I wish I could find the right words to say, to even be the man you need, but you are right. I have no soul.” Taking her over his lap, he rubbed his hand down her spine, resting his palm on the small of her back.
She wiggled, uncertain of what to do with her arms.
“Relax,” he instructed, pushing her head down. “Pain before pleasure. Consequences for actions. This is something you will learn.”
Sophia slumped over, panting as she wiggled in his lap.
Even the way her stomach slid back and forth across his groin was scintillating, reminding him that he was all male. He closed his eyes, counting to five before smacking her bottom, one right after the other. The sound was exquisite, a stern slapping noise that floated up to his ears.
“Oh!” Her moan was slight, almost inaudible. She wrestled in his lap, her breathing ragged.
“Keep still.”
She cursed under her breath as an answer.
He peppered her ass with several stinging spanks, keeping his rhythm even. Spanking her in this manner was so intimate, personal in a way that he could only do with her. “You will thrive with a firm hand, careful training.”
“Fuck you!”
“And you’ll learn respect.” A grin popped on his face. A handful. He continued the spanking, moving from one side to the other, concentrating on what he was doing.
Flailing, she threw back her arm as she undulated on his lap.
