Page 84 of Her Wicked Plan

He carefully watches how my hand moves up before landing his eyes on mine. His breath quickens the way it does when he gets aroused, and by the reaction he is giving me, I keep going until my hands are resting flat on his shoulders.

“Come on, Leo. Reward me for doing as I was told.” I beg. My hand drifts from his shoulder to his jaw, where my thumb lightly brushes his bottom lip.

He willingly parts his lips, almost at the brink of giving in, but then snaps back to reality. In one swift move, his hand grabs my wrist and tears it away from his face. Pulling me closer to him, he wets his lips.

“Reward you? From what I witnessed, you didn’t listen to me at all.” Shoving my hand from his grasp, he steps backward and sits in his chair. “You threw her book across the room!”

“Yes, I threw her book across the room! But disregarding that, I handled myself pretty damn well!” I spin to face him. “She’s lucky I didn’t grab her by the hair, yank her out of my chair, and throw her across the room! That’s what I really wanted to do, Leo!”

I push myself away from the desk and go to him.

“I was so close to doing it until your voice popped into my head, and I held back. I didn’t fight because you said to behave.” I mimic the way I attempted to intimidate the newbie. Leaned over the chair, staring directly into his eyes.

Leo raises his head to meet my gaze. “When I told you to behave, I meant in every aspect, Veronica. Not just physical fights.”

“That’s on you.” I shake my head, throwing my hands up in the air. “You should have been more specific with your terms. How was I supposed to know I couldn’t be verbally mean to someone?”

“Drop your pants to your ankles and bend over the desk,” his demand draws my attention. He can sense the hope in my eyes, and he is quick to set it on fire. “I told you I’d punish you. Now, do as I say.”

He stands and walks to the door, locking it securely before turning around. I’m still standing there, being defiant. His lips form a tight line, and then he stalks angrily toward me like a predator-hunting prey.

Strong hands meet my shoulder, shifting my body to face his desk. Then those same hands yank my sweats and bend me over the desk.

I hear the sound of a belt buckle unclasping behind me. Why the hell would he be taking his pants off to punish me? My head lifts from the surface, peering back to see him folding it in half, hand holding the part where the two ends meet. His dark eyes find mine. An evil smirk plays on his lips.

It all happens so fast.

The belt whips my bare skin, the sound of leather echoing throughout the room. As soon as the pain finds me, I drop my head to the desk. My ass is on fire already from one hit.

“How many do you think you deserve, Vee?” Leo asks.

He wants me to choose the number of my punishment?

Before I can register, my mouth opens, and I say, “Five.”

His hand runs along the spot he hit, soothing it. “Five? I was going to say three. Keep your first punishment a little more generous than the ones I know I’ll have to provide in the future.” He removes his hand from my skin and replaces it with another lash of the belt. “Two extra? I can do that.”

Another hit. The sting of my skin, the tears forming in my eyes through the pain. But I bite back the cries.

The leather meets my ass again, making that three now. He pauses the next attack, soothing the irritated spot before torturing it again.

Softly, he rubs my skin, massaging it until his hand drops between my legs. I feel his finger slide through my lips, groaning as he pushes it into my pussy.

“Seems like someone's a little turned on by her punishment.” He taunts. “Practically dripping down your leg. Tell me, little angel, do you like the pain?”

I swallow hard, trying to focus on how good his finger feels. Taking my mind away from the searing pain on my ass. The truth is, I do like it. It heightens everything.

Leo chuckles. “Don’t answer that. I can tell you do just by how you clenched around my finger.” He pushes his finger in deeper, groaning as he watches it disappear. “Want me to make you feel better? Add some more pleasure to your pain?”

“Please.” It’s the only word I can muster through the pain and lack of air.

“That’s too bad.” He sighs, drawing his finger out and bringing it to his mouth. “Now’s not the time for pleasure.”

Whack.

I muffle the cry that leaves my mouth. The pain and being denied pleasure mixes. It’s almost too much.

“Is your punishment going to make you come?” Leo questions with the belt raised in the air. His eyes drop, seeing how soaked I am now. “How pathetic.”