“No,” she mumbles. “Thanks, but I’ve already made my mind up. I just wanted to check it wasn’t going to end in disaster.”
My smile broadens as she tells me her choice, confirming that I’ll be able to cause mayhem and destruction in her name. The literary firm she’s picked is prestigious, but it’s in trouble and saving it will come at a price. One that has knock-on consequences that I’ll enjoy watching unfold. She doesn’t need to know this. It’s a lie that will keep her from getting hurt.
“I’ll let them know tomorrow.”
I pull her against me and stroke her hair, petting her as a reward for being good.
“We need to discuss earlier, baby.”
Her fear is palpable, and it’s feeding the part of me she’d rather it wasn’t.
“You disrespected me and I won’t tolerate it.” I let a beat of silence press my point. “Before we left.” Another beat of silence passes. “And when you were out shopping.”
She whines a protest.
“I understand your reluctance to make your situation worse, but I expect obedience, Adriana. When I ask you to do something, you do it. I won’t let either go unpunished.”
I’ve been looking for a reason to turn her ass a pretty shade of red and Adriana made it far too easy. She’ll be more compliant after a damn good spanking and while I’d usually use my belt, the girl’s far too inexperienced to endure a thrashing.
I need her to learn a lesson, not be so fucking terrified she pisses herself whenever she sees me.
“Strip.”
Adriana draws back and her eyes question mine. She doesn’t find the reprieve she’s desperately searching for and she tips her head back, groaning as she realizes there’s no way out.
“What are you going to do?”
“Whatever I fucking want.”
I grip the seat, forcing myself to keep my hands off her and make her take her clothes off for me. She’s slow, nervous and that’s okay for now, but in time she’ll learn I won’t tolerate a hesitant response.
“You can leave your underwear on.”
She exhales and the minor act of generosity soothes her, making her think I’m being kind. I’m not. I’m manipulating her into thinking I’ve noticed her anxiety and have eased this for her for the sole purpose of making her easier to control later.
“Good girl.”
Adriana sits, practically trembling against me.
“Kneel and lean on the back of the sofa, baby.”
Her eyes widen, and she knows what’s about to happen. She lifts her chest and rests her shoulders on the top of the sofa, gripping it with her tiny, pale fingers.
My dick turns rock hard, anticipating the spanking I’m about to deliver.
“Thank me after each strike.”
“Why?”
Adriana isn’t being petulant. She genuinely wants to know, and it’s another piece of the puzzle that I needed to see. The girl finds it easier when she understands the reason I want her to do something and, for her, blind instructions will be difficult.
“Because it shows I give enough of a shit to be bothered punishing you. I wouldn’t correct you if I didn’t give a fuck.”
It’s not a pretty answer, but it’s the one she needs.
My hand rubs her ass, and she flinches, already hyperaware of my touch. She’s responsive and nervous, and it’s fucking glorious. My fingers grope her pert little ass and she sucks a stuttered breath in—and I spank her, hard and fast, and before she knows what’s coming.
She cries out in shock, and I glance down, admiring the color spreading over her butt.
