Page 74 of King of Temptation

Fear shot through her, a lightning strike that sent very confusing jolts of need straight to her clit. Was he really mad? A spanking with a book seemed kind of silly, but he had also put her in the corner, which seemed to imply this was definitely a serious punishment.

Then his hand connected with her ass and she let out a shocked gasp as pain and pleasure once more intertwined themselves inside her. It wasn’t as hard as when he’d spanked her that first time, but it wasn’t quite as playful as her last one, either.

It was simply… delicious.

When he swatted her again, she rocked forward, her pussy grinding against his thigh. Two more times he spanked her, and each time she moved, chasing her pleasure as it coiled low in her belly.

“What are you doing, naughty girl?”

The low grumble of his voice did nothing for the ache between her thighs. “Getting my ass spanked. What are you doing?”

It wasn’t until the silence came crashing down around her that she realized how much trouble she’d just landed herself in. Even if he hadn’t been mad before, there was no way he wasn’t now.

“Me?” His voice was calm, almost too calm, and she had to roll her lips together against the whimper that threatened to escape. “Well, I was trying to teach my naughty girl a lesson about not putting herself down. One that would include her getting to come all over Daddy’s cock multiple times tonight. But those plans could easily change if you want to keep being a fucking brat.”

She shouldn’t. She damn well knew it was only going to make things worse for her.

But she couldn’t seem to help herself when it came to him. In more ways than one.

Twisting around, she smirked up at him. “Aw, the big bad mafia boss can’t handle a little sarcasm? I thought you were made of sterner stuff than that, O’Rourke.”

Another shiver of fear crawled up her spine as his mouth kicked up in a smug smile. “Congrats, menace. You just lost your right to an orgasm for the rest of the night.”

Fuck.

“Well, that seems like a wild overreaction.”

“Does it?” Thick fingers dipped between her thighs, pressing insistently inside her. “Because I warned you that if you kept being snarky with me, it would seriously diminish the likelihood of you being allowed to come. So this shouldn’t be a surprise.”

As he lectured, he toyed with her, teasing that sensitive little spot inside her that had her eyes crossing as she fought the urge to moan. “I’m just saying⁠—”

She cut herself off as he pressed on the base of the plug still lodged between her cheeks, the gentle pressure reminding her that he had absolutely no qualms about using that part of her anatomy in their kinky games. “You are just saying your way to a week of no orgasms, Marigold Jane.”

Horror welled inside her, and she pressed her lips as tightly together as she could manage, lest any snark or sarcasm accidentally slip through.

“Good girl.” His praise was smug, self-satisfied in the way of a man who knew he had the upper hand, and she fleetingly wondered if the week of no orgasms would be work telling him to shove that praise right up his ass.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen,” he continued before she could make up her mind. “Daddy is going to give you the spanking you were promised, and then you are going to get on your knees and thank me for your punishment. If you do a very good job thanking me, I will consider allowing you one orgasm tonight. Nod if you understand me, menace.”

Lips still pressed together against the urge to tell him off, she bobbed her head slowly up and down. She did understand, even if she didn’t like it.

“My smart girl,” he crooned, pulling his fingers from her dripping pussy to run his hand over her bottom. “You can whimper, you can cry, you can even beg me to stop if you need to. But you will be respectful while you’re being spanked, or I will find ways to continue making this a very memorable punishment for you. Am I understood?”

Again she nodded, her heart pounding at the images dancing in her head. She’d been writing punishment scenes into her work for over fifteen years—her imagination had no problem conjuring up plenty of filthy, painfully erotic ways he could teach her a lesson.

Her mind was still whirling when the next swat landed, distinctly harder than the first few had been. What had started as a fun, sexy spanking was now clearly a punishment. Pain radiated across her ass, and before she could quite process it, he landed another swat.

“Ow,” she whined softly, wiggling her hips to try and alleviate the sting. “It’s too hard!”

A third, even harder spank landed, and she felt as much as heard him chuckle. “This is a punishment, menace. It’s meant to hurt.”

“I know—ow!—but I thought it was like, a sexy punishment!”

“It was, until you decided to be a brat. This”—he spanked her hard enough to have tears stinging her eyes—“is what happens to little girls who antagonize their Daddies in the middle of a spanking.”

“Okay, I get it! I’m sorry I was a brat!”

“Are you?” The tips of his fingers caught the swollen lips of her pussy with the next swat, shocking a gasp from her as pain and pleasure shot through her. “Or are you sorry that Daddy is finally holding you accountable for that smart mouth of yours?”