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She waves me off. “Whatever. I’m done listening to you.”
I can put up with a lot in life. But blatant disrespect and dismissive attitudes like the one Jordan is displaying are not something I’m willing to deal with. That sort of immaturity is something that’s pissed me off all my life and although I’ve tried to overcome it, my tolerance for it has only gotten worse with age.
“Jordan—”
“What part of me saying I’m done listening to you did you not understand?” she sneers. “I’m grateful to you for saving me back there, but you’re not my mother, you’re not my father and I don’t have to listen to you.”
My body is moving before I have any conscious thought about what I’m doing. Grabbing her by the arm, I pull Jordan up and out of the chair and spin her around. In one fluid movement, I drop into the seat she’d just vacated and pull her over my lap. The first swat is so hard, it sends a jolt all the way up to my shoulder and stings the palm of my hand. Jordan lets out a sharp yelp that’s half surprised and half pained. She looks at me over her shoulder, her green eyes wide and shimmering with tears. I swat her ass again, just as hard and she cries out.
“Stop. Please,” she says through clenched teeth. “What are you doing? That hurts. Stop it!”
I deliver another swat, the crack of my hand meeting her ass echoing around my office. Sweat trickles down my back and my heart is pounding so hard, I can hear it in my ears. My stomach churns with my anger but with something else I can’t identify.
“I told you, if you’re going to act like an unruly child, I’m going to treat you like one.”
“Please,” she sniffs. “You’re hurting me.”
Jordan squirms and writhes, trying to break my grip on her but I hold on tight and slap her ass three times in rapid succession, each one a little harder than the last. She cries out again but there’s something different in her tone this time. It’s almost like… a breathy moan. And that’s when it clicks in my head. Yes, I’m spanking her because she’s behaving like an unruly child. But as I look down at my hand on her round, firm ass, I feel something inside of me shift. It’s then that I realize how turned on I’m getting. And when she looks over her shoulder at me, I can see the same sort of lust coursing through my veins reflected in Jordan’s eyes.
Licking my suddenly dry lips, I let my hand linger on her ass, reveling in the feel of it. My heart skips a couple of beats and I feel my cock starting to stiffen. Jordan’s eyes widen and I know she feels it pressing against her belly. As if I’m not in enough trouble for knocking a couple of frat boys out, the perception that I’m molesting a girl—a girl who was almost sexually assaulted, no less—could be exceptionally bad. She’s giving me the idea that she likes it. That she's kind of into it. Regardless of that though, if she starts telling people that I got a hard-on while spanking her, that's going to go really badly for me.
I quickly slide her off my lap and jump to my feet then turn around and quickly adjust my pants, trying to keep her from seeing the hard-on straining against the front of my jeans. I catch sight of her face though and see that her cheeks are flushed and there’s a ghost of a smile curling the corners of her mouth upward, which only makes me grow even harder. This situation is quickly spiraling out of my control.
“I realize that wasn’t very professional. But you were behaving like a child,” I say gruffly.
She says nothing but when I turn, I see that Jordan’s face is still flushed, her full lips are parted, and her eyes are smoldering as she looks at me.
“Because you snuck out of the compound, I’m going to lock you in the isolation cabin,” I tell her. “You’ll stay there until I come for you.”
“Fine,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Good. Let’s go.”
She follows me out of my office, and we walk through the darkness that fills the compound. Neither of us speaks but the air between us is thick with a sense of anticipation. Expectation. The air between us is dripping with the heat of desire. I show Jordan into the cabin then step out and lock the door behind me—locking her in.
Beads of sweat dot my forehead and I wipe them away as I lean against the wall beside the door and blow out a long breath. Putting my hands on one of our guests isn't exactly kosher, to begin with. But putting my hands on a guest the way I put them on Jordan would be viewed as wrong on a whole different level. I can’t deny that her ass felt amazing though. It's wrong but all I can think about right now is wanting to feel it again—this time, without clothes so I can truly feel just how smooth and soft her skin is.
I scrub my face with my hands and stalk away from the isolation cabin, heading for my own. I need a cold shower and probably a good wank to get these thoughts out of my head. Even then though, I don’t know that it’s going to work.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter to myself as I melt into the darkness.
6
Ilay back, pressing my head into the pillows, and close my eyes. My breath is quick, my heart is racing, and goosebumps march up and down my body. A silly grin crosses my face and I giggle softly as I revel in the tendrils of electricity that crackle across my skin. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten myself off quite that hard. I honestly can’t remember the last time I gave myself an orgasm that had my legs shaking and my vision wavering like it is right now. I feel lightheaded in the most delicious way possible.
As I wait for my heart to slow, I look around the small, windowless cabin that’s furnished with nothing more than a bed, a chair, and a small table. But for the first time since coming to this place, I had a little privacy—and took full advantage of it. Apparently, being sent to the isolation cabin isn’t without its perks. One of the downsides though is that I have no idea what time it is. I don't know if it's morning or night. Not that it matters, I guess.
I stare at the ceiling and think about last night. The feeling of Director Ballard spanking me had hurt at first, but I think it was more shock than anything because it wasn’t long before the feeling of him swatting my ass turned me on. I’m not a girl who likes violence. I know there are a lot of people who believe there's a strong connection between sex and violence. A lot of people think women get turned on by the sight of a man beating the shit out of somebody—usually when that man is defending her. They believe women internalize the violence and it somehow magically turns into sexual arousal.
For so long, I’d thought that was nothing more than crap. I thought it was just a way for guys to justify their own arousal at committing acts of violence. But when I watched Director Ballard handle Alex and Auggie the way he had—and then bend me over his knee after that—I can’t recall when I’ve ever been more turned on. By the time he’d walked me to the isolation cabin, I was literally dripping wet. I felt the moisture of my arousal on the insides of my thighs, and it took everything in me to keep from asking him to come in and fuck me.
That likely wouldn’t have gone over very well, all things considered. Not to mention, it would have been bolder than I am. I’m a virgin and just the thought of asking Director Ballard to have sex with me is enough to make me blush. I can’t imagine how I’d react if I heard those words coming out of my mouth. Still, though, that's the sort of state he left me in last night. Everything that happened last night had me turned on enough that for a brief moment, I felt bold enough to ask him to have sex with me.
Even getting off after he locked me in here hasn’t completely dispelled those thoughts and desires. I can’t help but still feel his hand on my ass, the jolts of erotic electricity that went shooting through me every time he smacked my backside or the warm tingling sensation that flooded my body. I can't forget how wet he got me any more than I can forget the feeling of his cock pressed to my belly when he had me over his lap. Spanking me had turned him on as much as it had turned me on. I could feel it.
It’s insane for me to think that I went from what nearly happened with Alex to what did happen with Director Ballard and feel aroused by it. I was almost raped for Christ’s sake. The fact that I was so turned on seems like such an inappropriate and strange reaction to have that part of me thinks it’s some weird psychological issue. Transference or something. I tried to tell myself that’s all it was. But my body kept reacting to Director Ballard no matter how hard I tried to make it stop. And it culminated in me getting myself off… three times.
A lightning bolt of adrenaline shoots through my body when a knock sounds on the door. It rattles and I hear it being unlocked. I look down at myself, naked and still shimmering with beads of sweat, and gasp. I’d barely gotten the blanket pulled back over me when the door opens and Director Ballard steps in, framed by the early morning sunlight flowing in behind him. A frown pulling the corners of his lips down, he steps in and closes the door behind him then walks over and drops down into the chair at the small table.
