I’m out of there faster than they can argue.
Adrenaline pumping into my veins, I enter his room without knocking, but he’s not there. I march down the hall, not surprised to find him in the office. Head cast down, both hands gripping the table, his breathing is fast and erratic, as if he ran a thousand miles to get here.Me too, buddy.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he says as I approach.
“I’m done with this.” I gesture to the space between us. “I was afraid before that you didn’t feel the same, but you do. And then I didn’t want to tempt you too much—”
He laughs darkly, lifting his head and pinning me with a hungry look. It melts my knees, making me almost stumble in place.
“Do you think I missed your perfume all over the house? Do you think I can’t tell when you’re drenched through your damn panties?”
Damn.If he’s trying to keep me away, this is the wrong way to do it. The nervousness of our fight starts to leave, and in its place, hot curling desire twists me up. My nipples pebble under the thin fabric of the dress, and I resist the urge to rub my legs together. Jesse was teasing me with his tongue for so fucking long, but I never got my release.
The shift in my mood is not missed. Major’s eyes fall closed, and he cracks his neck, his grip on the table so tight that his knuckles turn white. This man is on the edge, holding together by a thread, yet all I want to do is poke him until he loses it. I really must be insane.
My hip grazes the table, stopping just an inch from his hand. “You've been avoiding me for two weeks, Major. Did it help? Does my perfume affect you less now? Can’t you stand the smell of my pussy after I let them finger fuck me all over your couch?”
The words are bold, but I still blush, not used to being this direct. All this time that Major wasted, I was out there letting myself be free and not judging my body for its every reaction. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been, my mind is clear, and I’m ready to be more assertive.
Starting with him.
“You shouldn’t say stuff like that to me,” he says slowly as he lifts his eyes to mine, “Especially after torturing me for weeks.”
I have to bite my cheeks not to smile, but he makes this too easy. I replayed that time here in his office too many times in my head. It was the first time I’ve seen a glimpse of who he really is, and I didn’t let it go. Every word he said to me is forever inked in my brain.
“So punish me,” I whisper.
The request breaks his resolve. He sucks in a breath, his hands leave the table with impressive speed. Rough hands roam over my body, turning my back against his chest, taking a whimper from my lips. I’ve never been exactly small, yet he’s so big he makes me feel dainty.
It’s absolute bliss when he pushes me down to fold at my waist, ass sticking out. I shouldn’t feel so powerful in this vulnerable position, but I do. I’m getting my way, and I have to bite my cheek so as not to smile too big.
His hands land over my ass in a gentle caress, and I shiver all over in anticipation. I never thought I wanted to be spanked until he threatened me with it. Since then, it’s all I can think about when I look at him. That, and his piercings.
My heart hammers so hard that my whole body trembles, and I do everything I can not to move. I stay as the prey I am, quiet and waiting. Seconds tick by, and I turn my head to the side, trying to look at him, but he’s perfectly positioned behind me.
“Do you really want this?” he asks, voice so heavy with desire, goose bumps run all over my skin.
“Yes,” I hiss, hungry for him.
“You want to see me out of control.”
It’s not a question because he knows.
“I’d do anything to have you, Major,” I say with more honesty than I intended. “Even if I need to poke and try to do whatever I can to make you notice me.”
He chuckles. “Notice you? You’re all I see, baby girl.”
My eyes close, and I swallow the sudden emotion overcoming me. “Do it.” I lift my head as much as I can and throw him a look over my shoulder. “You’ve promised.”
“Fuck, Veda,” he whispers.
My toes curl against the wooden floors when he lifts my dress, exposing my ass to him. He curses more when he sees all of me, and I hold my breath waiting for him to finally let it go. His hand makes the first contact with my skin. It’s a feathery touch, yet I moan, starved for more.
Major groans over me, and without further warning, the first spank lands on my right cheek. It stings, but then he rubs the area with his warm palm before doing it again. Every time his hand lands on my cheek, the pressure propels me farther, and the edge of the table grazes right over my clit. It’s driving me insane.
“Look at you, baby girl,” he coos. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
The praise makes my heart flutter as if it has wings, when another slap lands, I yelp, but at this point, there’s not even a sting. Every sensation escalates, every feeling has me by my throat, and his name rings around the room, so loud, it takes me a moment to realize it escaped from my lips.
