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  My mouth went dry. What the fuck did that mean?

  His hand cupped my chin and his thumb dragged along my lower lip. I felt the fingers of his other hand caress the side of my throat, trailing backwards until they embraced the back of my neck. His touch was hypnotizing, and I found it difficult to even consider moving or trying to stop whatever was about to happen because a small part of me was curious.

  Maybe he wanted me. Maybe I could use my own body as a weapon against him.

  I wasn’t a stranger to sex. I’d had several boyfriends over the years but none of them had lasted very long. Every single one of them were boys who couldn’t handle having their girlfriend as the breadwinner in the relationship, so they’d practically ended before they had even begun.

  Dominic was an attractive man. There was no doubt about that. Perhaps this was the different tactic that I needed to find out what I wanted to know. This was good. As long as he let his guard down, I may be able to figure something out.

  At first, his touch was gentle. Like a long-lost lover finally found. All of a sudden, though, his fist closed around the hair at the back of my scalp and he wrenched my head back harshly. An intense volley of pain blossomed underneath his fingers and I cried out at the unexpected agony that his hand had caused me.

  “Wait,” I squeaked. “Let me go.”

  “I don’t think you quite grasp what’s about to happen, Brooke. The moment you walked in my office and asked for my help, you became mine. Mine to protect and mine to teach,” he replied firmly.

  Apparently he was possessive, and he liked it rough. I could handle that. At least I thought I could.

  “You can’t handle a girl like me,” I growled, challenging him directly. It was obvious he liked the chase and wanted the opportunity to conquer me, so I gave it to him. He chuckled, the sound low and ominous enough that I started to feel uneasy once more.

  “Such a brave little girl. We’ll see how long that lasts until you’re screaming for mercy into the sheets,” he countered. A shiver raced down my spine and I bit my lip.

  Not a single smart retort came to mind, so I stayed quiet. A soft whimper escaped my throat at the boldness of his words, and I struggled to keep the rising beat of my heart in check. His eyes studied mine and I found myself once again lost in the enigma of their depths.

  Dominic Porter was a mystery to me. I didn’t know what he was capable of and I had the distinct feeling that I was about to find out a whole lot more about him than I had bargained for.

  His fingers traced along the collar of my light gray suit top. His skin just brushed against mine, igniting a fiery trail of sensation across my flesh. I felt my nipples tighten, still hidden by the lacey tangerine-colored bra I had hidden beneath my clothes. Even my core clenched tightly, imagining what it would feel like to have his fingers caress me in much more intimate places than my throat.

  “Dominic,” I ventured quietly, and he pressed a finger against my lower lip.

  “For the remainder of the night, you will refer to me as sir. If you fail to address me properly, little girl, you’ll spend much more time over my knee than you’ve already earned,” he warned.

  He was kinky then. Interesting.

  I licked my lips and stared up at him.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered, testing the weight of the words on my tongue. They felt heavy. Dangerous. Enticing. And for some insane reason, they felt more arousing than they should.

  The edge of his lip curled up with the smallest hint of pleasure. He enjoyed it when I obeyed his command. He liked the control. My pussy clenched. Maybe I liked it too. I gritted my teeth and threw that thought away. I couldn’t like these things. It wasn’t possible. I was a woman who was used to getting her way, who was used to commanding a room and running a business as well as any man. I was a woman who liked to have control. Not be controlled.

  This was an act. That’s all it was. I kept telling myself that over and over even though I knew it was a lie. Even now, I could feel the wet spot on my panties and how hard my nipples were. I could feel my body betraying me. I would keep telling myself that I wasn’t into this until it became the truth.

  Dominic watched me struggle before him with a certain sense of calm, like he was waiting for me to accept his authority. His expression was patient but expectant and the more he looked down at me, the more I began to feel like I wanted him to take control. His eyes dragged down the front of my chest, assessing my body as he wished. I shivered hard, enjoying the feeling of being looked at in such a possessive way. Then his fingers gripped the collar of my suit top and he tore it open roughly with a single hand. I gasped in disbelief, watching as my favorite outfit was ripped beyond repair.

  The buttons popped off and scattered onto the floor. I heard them bouncing against the hard wood beneath my feet.

  “That was expensive,” I whispered, unable to keep the tremor of desire from my voice.

  “I’ll replace it once you’ve earned back the privilege of clothing,” he answered coldly, and I couldn’t stop myself from trembling before him. “You’re going to be naked when I begin your lesson, little girl, and you don’t have the slightest choice about it.”

  Fuck. Why was that so hot?

  He tore my top again, rendering it unwearable in a matter of seconds. The thin fabric shredded with ease under his strength, revealing the partly sheer satin of my tank top beneath it. He pushed the suit top off my shoulders and it fell to the floor in a heap. I inhaled quickly and tried to squirm out of his grasp, but his fist at the back of my scalp still held me captive. He stared down at me and even though I was still fully clothed, I felt almost naked before him.

  He took the thin strap of the tank into his fingers and with a quick jerk, ripped it in two. He did the same with the other before he released my hair and gripped the satin with both hands. With astonishing ease, he tore my top and it drifted down to the floor, completely destroyed.

  His thick fingers grasped the waistband of my slacks. He tugged hard and the line of buttons popped right off. He made quick work of my pants, tearing them open before he pushed them down and over my hips so that they dropped to the floor too.

  “Step out of your slacks. Keep your heels on,” he commanded, and I used his shoulders to keep balance as I obeyed. My body was simmering with heat. I’d never been so turned on in my life. No one had ever stripped me like this before and it was doing funny things to my insides that I couldn’t even begin to control. I didn’t even put forth the effort to try.

  I stood before him in just my matching bra and panties, a pretty tangerine color that popped against my gently tanned skin.

  “It’s such a shame to cover such a beautiful little body,” he murmured, taking a long moment to study me. I felt my thighs quiver just a bit under his heated assessment and I wondered how much longer it would be until he stripped me completely and took me to his bed. I was already incredibly aroused, and I wanted to come. Badly.

  He grasped the front clasp of my bra and deftly squeezed it open with his fingers. I gasped as my bra popped open and my breasts bounced free, already heavy with desire.

  “Such pretty pink nipples,” he said softly, taking one in between his fingertips and pinching it lightly. A quiet moan escaped my lips and as soon as I realized what I had done, I clamped my lips shut and tried to remain as silent as I could.

  He pushed my bra off my shoulders next and it fell to the floor with the rest of my clothes. Now I was only wearing a very thin lacey pair of panties. His fingers dragged along the hem of them, edging dangerously close to my pussy, and I struggled to remain still.

  “What’s going to happen next is going to hurt, little girl,” he warned, still running his rough fingers along my panties. Back and forth. Again and again.

  I sighed with pleasure.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  His fingers dipped underneath my panties and without a moment’s pause, he gripped and tore them ruthlessly from my body. The lacey fabric pinched my pussy bru
tally hard, causing a crescendo of sudden agony to blossom across my moist flesh. It burned for several seconds as I keened before him, but when the pain finally began to fade I came to a horrifying realization.

  I was wetter than before. A lot wetter. I was so wet that I could feel it beginning to drip onto my thighs. Almost as if he knew, his fingers slid along the very edges of my pussy, discovering my shameful secret for himself. Then he pressed those very same fingers between my legs, his fingertips gliding along my wetness and gathering it all over their surface.

  All I was wearing now was a pair of heels. He had stripped me. Exposed me completely. And I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life. And he knew it. The evidence of it was all over his fingers right now.

  He lifted his hand and held it in front of me, showing me exactly what he had discovered. I could feel the heat rising to my face and I knew I was probably blushing before him, embarrassed that his rough treatment had resulted in my very obvious desire for more. He didn’t say a word as he pressed his fingers against my lips, silently demanding my obedience. But I was unsure. I’d never tasted myself and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to.

  “You’re going to clean them off. Now,” he demanded.

  Something inside me wanted to do what he asked for. That wanted to please him. It was a tiny foreign part of me that I’d never felt before and I didn’t quite know what to do with it.

  In my hesitation, I hadn’t noticed that his other hand had captured my left nipple. When I didn’t obey, he twisted it hard enough for me to cry out. Inadvertently, I opened my mouth and he used the opportunity to press his fingers between my lips, forcing me to taste myself in one single smooth maneuver.

  I whimpered as the sweet musky flavor spread across my tongue.

  “Use your tongue. I want you to clean off every last drop,” he said firmly.

  I stared up at him in disbelief, unused to be ordered around like this. Once again, I hesitated and he punished my nipple with his fingers, twisting it even harder than he had the first time. My shoulders pitched forward as pain lanced across my breast and I did the only thing I could think of. Quickly, I rushed to obey him by swirling my tongue around his two fingers, and thankfully he released my nipple after I did. I thoroughly cleaned his fingers to the best of my ability until I couldn’t taste even a hint of my own arousal anymore, all while my breast throbbed from his punishing touch.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, and my heart leapt unexpectedly in my chest.

  When he finally pulled his fingers from my mouth, my entire body was simmering with desire. I absently wondered just how much longer it would be until I felt his cock in between my legs. I hoped it would be soon.

  “You think you know what’s going to happen next, don’t you, little girl,” he asked next and I shivered hotly in response. It was almost like he could read my thoughts.

  “You’re going to fuck me,” I whispered in return.

  “Maybe. I haven’t decided if you’ve earned my cock, little girl. But no, that’s not what’s going to happen next,” he replied, his tone low and dangerous. What the hell did that mean?

  “What are you going to do to me?” I questioned, my voice scarcely above a whisper.

  “I’m going to punish you,” he answered simply before he knelt down and picked up my panties from the floor. With terrifying swiftness, he shoved them in between my lips and into my mouth. I was quickly reminded of just how wet they were with my own arousal as the now familiar taste spread across my tongue. He wasted no time as his fist gripped the hair at the back of my scalp, and he pressed me facedown over his desk with ease. I gasped when his hand clapped against my ass and I screamed when he did it again directly over top of my pussy. The back of my head burned as he pressed my cheek against the hard surface of the desk.

  I’d never been manhandled before like this in my life and I didn’t quite know how to respond. I was mortified to realize that my pussy was even more soaked than before.

  The sounds of my screams were muffled by the panties in my mouth. It felt embarrassingly shameful to be gagged in such a way and my core clenched painfully tight with need. I knew he could see everything, from the place between my thighs to the wetness seeping from my pussy, and even places more shameful that no one had ever looked at before. He could see it all. I couldn’t hide a thing.

  “Are you ready to listen, little girl?” he asked, and I moaned into the fabric in my mouth. I felt so exposed and so vulnerable in nothing but my heels. The dichotomy between my nakedness and the fact that he was fully clothed was not lost on me. For the first time, I was exceedingly aware of the imbalance of power between us and my utter lack of clothing just amplified it further.

  “You came here a spoiled princess in need of a strong hand and I’m going to give it to you, only not in the way you expected. Your father played dangerous games over the years and I think one of them might have caught up with him. This means that you could be in danger too, little girl, and I’m going to make sure that you really understand how serious this situation is by the time I’m through with you,” he began. I shuddered and my pussy tightened with desire.

  “I’m going to punish this beautiful little body until I’ve decided that you’ve had enough. By the time I finish with you, you’re going to cry for me. After that, you’re going to tell me that you’ve learned your lesson with tears still running down your cheeks. Then you’re going to beg me to come. If you’re very good, I may just give you permission,” he continued, and I couldn’t help myself as I cried out in shock.

  He was going to punish me. What did that even mean and why was it turning me on? I didn’t have long to think about it because he squeezed the flesh of my ass hard. His nails dug into my skin, sharp pinpricks that reminded me just how much he had control of me right now. My pussy tightened with need and I suddenly wanted those very same fingers pressed deep inside me.

  I spread my thighs hoping he would get the hint and give me what I wanted. I hoped that he would touch me. I hoped that he would make me come.

  I expected pleasure but that was not what I got. What came next was a brutal lesson that I couldn’t have prepared myself for. What came next was the first real punishment I’d ever received in my life. I should have picked up on his warnings. I should have been afraid, but most of all, I shouldn’t have underestimated Dominic Porter.

  He was about to teach me a whole lot more than I bargained for.

  Chapter Two

  Brooke

  I was completely naked. Dominic’s hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me firmly against the hard surface of his desk. He used his foot to kick my feet apart and spread me wider, exposing my most intimate places to his view. His palm caressed my ass, first one cheek and then the other.

  He was gentle. Until he wasn’t.

  His hand cracked hard against my bare bottom and at first, the sound shocked me. It wasn’t until the second strike that the sting actually took a hold of me.

  He’d spanked me.

  Really spanked me. I had thought he would smack my ass a little before he fucked me. Not like this. I hadn’t planned on this.

  I struggled against the desktop, trying to push my palms against the wood so I could get up and get away, but it was no use. Dominic was too strong, his hold on my neck steady and sure. At that moment, I fully realized that I wasn’t in control. Not even in the slightest.

  He was.

  I’d come into his home and demanded his help, only I was getting something very different than what I’d come for.

  His palm spanked me over and over until the entirety of my ass felt like it was on fire. I cried out and squirmed, but his aim was true every time. He punished from the very tops of my cheeks down to the middles of my thighs. Some smacks even grazed against the wet folds of my pussy and I cried out every time they did, but the sound was muffled from the makeshift gag in my mouth.

  Terrible agony spread across my backside and I quickly found myself losing control of myself. I trie
d to remain stoic and strong so that he wouldn’t have the satisfaction of knowing that he’d actually gotten to me. I did everything I could to hold myself together and just when I thought that he might actually make me cry, he stopped and gently rubbed his fingers up and down my very wet pussy.

  I was soaking wet. I moaned with shame, hoping that I wasn’t making a puddle on the surface of his desk. With a practiced touch, he caressed my clit, lightly circling it and pinching it softly with his fingers. My core clenched hard and my arousal surged. I tried to remain still and ignore the powerful feelings of desire racing through my body, but it was impossible. Soon, my hips started to move in tune with his movements, trying to increase the pressure of his touch so that I could come. I just needed a little bit more pressure and I’d fall apart all over his fingers.

  Then he took them away, leaving me bereft of his touch. I whined into the fabric of my panties and lifted my hips, hoping that his fingertips would return to my needy little clit.

  Instead, his palm cracked against my ass again and my spanking started anew, only this time each strike was harder, and I felt it more deeply down to my core. I tried to kick, and I even attempted to roll my hips from side to side to avoid his palm, but nothing worked to avoid even a single brutal spank. His palm was ruthless, and it didn’t take long for my entire bottom to burn hot from his merciless punishment.

  I could feel my control slipping out of my fingers. The more time that I spent naked over his desk with my legs spread, the more I was realizing that Dominic held all the power. Not me. I didn’t want to admit it either, but I was ridiculously aroused over that very thing. He’d ripped my clothes off, forced me over his desk, spanked me, and now the only thing I could think about was feeling his cock press in between my legs.

  He paused my punishment long enough to reach between my lips and remove my panties from my mouth. I took the chance to beg him for mercy, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.