My thighs are trembling with anticipation now, and I can’t wait for him to dosomething.This is all too slow. I can’t see what he’s doing, and it’s making me nervous.
“You like what you see?” he asks me. Frowning, I’m confused by what he’s talking about, but then I realize it’s about the money laid out beneath me on the surface.
“I think you’re a whore for a dollar bill,” he says, smoothing his hand over my ass.
“Don’t call me a whore,” I bark back, and a second later, a stinging slap lands on my ass cheek.
It’s so unexpected, and I cry out. I push myself up and spin around to face him before I’ve even thought about what I’m doing.
“What the fuck?” I demand as he takes a step forward, grips both my wrists, and pins them behind my back, his body crushing me against the table.
His pupils are wide and dark with lust as his dick slides against my legs.
“You’re going to bend over this desk, staring at the money you demanded, and I’m going to punish you for being a fucking cocktease,” he says menacingly. “You’re going to be silent, and take everything I give you, and then I’m going to shove my cock in this wet little hole and fuckingownyou.”
The threatening quality in his voice is unlike anything I’ve ever heard as his hands tighten around my wrists to the point of pain.
“And if I refuse?” I ask. I want my voice to sound authoritative, but it’s weak and breathless. The sharp sting against my ass somehow emptied my head of all the thoughts bouncing around inside it, giving me a blissful moment of sweet relief.
I groan as he pushes his cock against me again.
“Then I’ll fuck you right now, hard and fast, and I won’t bother with getting you off, and you’ll be out of a fucking job.”
“You’re a piece of shit,” I growl, but he just smirks at me.
“You can’t be a cunt without consequences, Jacqueline.”
“Jax. My name is fuckingJax.”
“Something tells me you’ve never been punished before,” he murmurs, his eyes running over my hair. “Now, which is it?” he continues. “You want all this cash, and a hard fuck, or do you want to go back to Sterling House with your tail between your legs?”
I stare at him, his smug expression doing strange things to my insides as Scott’s bloodied, beaten face comes into focus in my mind.
“Do your fucking worst,” I murmur, and finally, I see him smile. It’s not a smirk or a smug look of satisfaction; it’s a small, but genuine smile, almost of relief.
Then he spins me around and shoves me against the surface of the desk. It’s paralyzing, as I balance myself on my arms and wait.
Did I really just agree to?—
A sharp crack lands against my left ass cheek, and I wince as the sting intensifies. He’s not going easy on me, and I hope to god no one’s still in the office.
Can they hear us? It must be empty, or he wouldn’t be doing this.
Another blow lands on the other cheek, and an involuntary cry falls from my lips as he begins to spank me in a steady rhythm. Each slap of his palm makes the tendrils of peace inside my head grow a little longer, and by the fifth slap, I’m craving the next.
Each time his hand connects with my flesh, it’s not just pain anymore, but intense, sweet pleasure that ripples through my body. I can feel how wet I am, and I’m biting down on my lip to keep from groaning and screaming every time.
Jesus, why have I never done this before?
The blows keep coming, each one more exquisite than the last, until I’m panting, holding back desperate moans as I writhe and shudder beneath him.
By the time he’s done, I can hear his labored breathing. I’m face down on the desk, my cheek pressed into the money he’s about to give me, and I’m soaked between my legs, dripping down my thighs, desperate for him. I need him to do whatever he wants to me, shove his cock into me, and just use my body however he likes.
But instead, I feel a gentle hand pull me up to standing.
“Take off your shoes, you’ll be more comfortable.”
I don’t recognize that voice. It’s kind and intimate, and I barely register what’s happening as his warm hand rests on my back and he bends down and removes my shoes and underwear.
