Page 43 of LA King

“It’s supposed to, princesa. Wouldn’t be much of a punishment otherwise, would it? Now put your hands back on that desk, and if you move them again, I’ll add another ten to your spanking.”

My spanking? “But … I just—” My words are cut off by another sharp smack.

“Are you talking back to me?” He sounds cool and collected now, which only feels more dangerous.

“No,” I whimper. My knees shake.

He leans over me, his body warming my back and his sinful mouth at my ear. “Do you trust me, Alana?”

Do I? With my body, at least. “Yes,” I whisper.

“So be a good girl and take your punishment, and I’ll give you a reward afterward. I’ll give you what we both need.”

I grit my teeth to stop myself from making some snarky comeback about where he can stick his reward. That would only make him angrier, and I might not get that reward I want so badly. Besides, as humiliating as it should feel to be bent over his desk getting my ass spanked, it’s not. In fact, it’s deliciously thrilling.

It feels so wrong on so many levels, but it also feels so good to have him take complete control of my body. His slaps sting my skin, but the heat that remains is warm and tingly. My pussy gets wetter and achier with each stroke on my tender skin, and that knowledge makes my face burn with equal parts shame and arousal.

Alejandro brings his hand down again on the fleshy part of my ass cheek, and I close my eyes as burning pain shoots through me.

“Now that I’ve got you warmed up, let’s see just how much that ass can take.”

Warmed up? This is the warm-up? Holy shit!

I brace myself for the next hit and bite the inside of my cheek when it lands to stop myself from crying out. I don’t want to show him any weakness. Not because of my own pride, but because I want him to be proud of me. I want to take my punishment well for him, and that realization completely floors me.

“Spread those legs for me,” he commands, and I obey without question. “Your concha is soaking wet, Alana.” He confirms his assertion by plunging two of his fingers inside me, causing me to whimper shamelessly. “If you’re enjoying this spanking, then I’m obviously not doing it right.”

I don’t reply. I have no idea what would be appropriate to say. This feels like a test, and I desperately want to pass.

He pulls his fingers out of me and lightly slaps my pussy. The wet sound of his hand connecting with my dripping center is so loud in the small room, and I hope his bodyguard isn’t still in the hallway. Otherwise, there’s no way he didn’t hear it.

Alejandro spanks my ass, my thighs, and my pussy over and over again until the whole area is on fire. I hiss out a breath and tears roll down my cheeks. I’m not sure I can take any more. I don’t mind a little pain, but it’s becoming too much to tolerate. I can’t help feeling disappointed that I started crying when I promised myself I wouldn’t.

To my relief, he tenderly strokes my reddened skin.

“This ass is a pretty sight to behold.” He coats his fingers in my arousal before sliding them up the seam of my backside and circling my hole.

I’m completely spent. I don’t think I have the energy to fight him if he insists on fucking me there even though I’m not ready for that yet. He did promise to wait until I was, so I relax, melting into the desk.

Alejandro presses his lips to my ear. “You took your punishment so well. Will you ever wear panties in this house without my permission again?”

“No,” I breathe. Although maybe that’s not exactly true. I didn’t not enjoy what just happened.

He wipes the tears from my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You want me to make you feel better now?”

My brain wants to tell him to go to hell, but my body is desperate to feel a part of him inside me and for him to deliver the orgasm that’s been building since he fucked me in the kitchen.

My body wins out. “Yes,” I whimper.

He brushes my cheek with his knuckles, and then I hear the sound of his zipper opening. I’m overwhelmed with relief when he finally pushes his thick cock inside me and fucks me hard against his desk. One of his hands rubs over the sensitive flesh of my ass, and the other slips between me and the desk, where he finds my clit and starts to toy with me to the same intensity that he’s fucking me.

Not even a few minutes pass before I’m screaming his name. My orgasm washes over me, rolling through my core.

“That’s it, princesa, come on my cock like a good girl.” He gives a few final thrusts and finds his own release.

I stay bent over the desk with my face resting on the cool wood as Alejandro fastens his zipper and belt. I feel wrung out, but I don’t think I’m able to move yet. My legs might give way if I try to put my full weight on them. But I don’t need to because he pulls me up into his strong arms, then spins me around and brushes my hair back from my face. “Are you okay?”

Unable to speak, I nod.