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Jameson had no idea how right he was. “Yes. Yes, sir.” I lowered my head, cognizant that he’d closed the distance. When he lifted my chin with a single finger, I clenched my fists by my sides.
“You crave a firm hand providing discipline when needed to help keep you on track.”
His last words weren’t a question but a statement, yet I found myself answering, drawn into the moment. “Yes.” As soon as I admitted what I was feeling at that moment, relief flooded my mind. I’d never felt so free, as if a burden had been ripped from my shoulders. The thought was shocking since I’d never wanted anything like this before.
I wanted to look away, but he pinched my chin between his fingers, the act more intimate than if we were kissing, which I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about.
He nodded, the smile crossing his face and the intense shimmer in his eyes as if my admittance had pleased him.
“Good girl. I’ll take care of that for you.”
Good girl. Why did his words cause such a powerful physical response? My legs were shaking, my heart racing and I even sensed my panties were damp.
Suddenly I allowed him to lead me toward one of two luxurious leather chairs, watching as he eased down onto the edge of the seat. I was in a daze of some sort as he began to unfasten my jeans, taking his time. The fog was thick enough I wasn’t stopping him. I had rules I followed, yet I had or was about to break just about every one of them.
Rule number one: Never get into a car with a stranger. Check.
Rule number two: Never encourage a bad guy by talking to him. Double check.
Rule number three: Never allow a dark, wildly attractive bad guy into my house. Triple check with bells on.
Number four: Never become insanely hungry for a delicious hunk of a man who I wasn’t sure I cared was a super bad dude. That one I was still adding checks to plus gold stars.
Now I was adding rule number five. Never allow a dark, dominating hunk of a god to expose my bare bottom for a hard spanking.
As he yanked my jeans and panties over my hips, pulling me over his lap, I realized I should give myself a failing grade.
CHAPTER4
Alexandra
I’d never had a single spanking in my entire life. That wasn’t how my parents handled discipline. They weren’t what my father called ‘those’ kind of people. The word had been specifically chosen, used for every person or situation he found unsavory. He’d preferred more civilized punishments including taking away one of several electronic devices for seventy-two hours.
Since my brother had almost landed himself in prison, it would seem the discipline provided hadn’t been strong enough. Now, as I pressed my hands against the expensive Nourison Twilight area rug Charlotte couldn’t stop raving about, I was strangely calm about the moment.
Jameson was as well, taking a deep breath as he pressed his hand against the small of my back just like he had when guiding me through the parking garage. The gesture was comforting even though my stomach remained in knots.
“Hopefully, this will be an excellent reminder that life is precious and that you deserve happiness. However, reckless behavior won’t help you achieve your goals.”
He didn’t warn me before bringing his palm down twice, the cracking sound of skin against skin forcing a yelp from my throat. I struggled to suck in enough air to continue breathing, shocked by the swiftness of his actions instead of reacting or feeling any pain.
“Good girl. Stay in position.”
Good. There was that word again, one of acknowledgement for my obedient deed as well as praise for keeping my shit together. When he brought his hand down four more times in rapid succession, a series of stinging sensations quickly moved into unadulterated pain exploding down the back of my legs.
“Fuck!” I couldn’t stop the word fast enough, gasping as I wiggled on his lap.
“Watch that mouth, young lady. That’s why you didn’t get the job you applied for, not for any other reason.”
I wanted to disagree, but he might be right. Okay, so he was undoubtedly correct in his assumption. Still, yelling at the wealthy dudes had made me feel a lot better.
“Calm down or I’ll start over.”
Calm down? Shit. Heat was building across my bottom. I wasn’t entirely certain how I was supposed to pretend everything was just dandy. He continued the spanking and I wasn’t aware that I’d tried to crawl off his lap until he jerked me back with force. What I did realize was that he was hard, his cock throbbing against my stomach.
The little flutter of butterflies in my system turned to a swarm. I was actually giddy that I’d made him aroused all over again. Now he had his arm firmly planted around my hips to hold me in place. His cracks against my bottom became more brutal, his hand coming down rapidly.
Within seconds, I was panting, writhing in his hold as pain turned into anguish. Shock tore through me from the powerful surge of electricity, the combination disturbing. That’s the moment I realized in addition to the utter discomfort crawling down every inch of my legs, I was completely aroused. Enough so my pussy clenched and released twice. I was mortified at my body’s reaction, needing desperately to get out of the situation before he realized my condition.
