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“Mmm… you know you’re cute when you’re flustered.” She closed the gap, sliding off the desk and onto his lap so the crotch of her dress pressed against his cock through his trousers. “Come on, Dick, don’t be greedy. She’ll love going down on your little babysitter while you fuck her like a bitch in hea-”
Her taunt died in a surprised gasp as he seized a fistful of her blonde hair.
“Shut up.”
“Dick!” Scarlet hissed. “W-what’re you doing?”
“I said, shut your fucking mouth.” His voice was low and deathly calm, a cocktail of anger and lust pulsing through him like nitro-glycerine. Richard lurched to his feet, towering over her…
Except Scarlet wasn’t a woman to be dominated.
She was a fighter.
She’d fought every day of her life. Against her brothers, against peers who thought her beneath them, against subordinates and superiors alike who thought of her as an entitled and a spoiled brat. It was why she had fought so hard to graduate top of her class at Cambridge. Why she had taken this entry-level role in her father’s company and would work her way to the very top, rather than just let him marry her off.
She wouldn’t be cowed or humbled or let any man take advantage of her.
The moment her feet touched the ground, she pivoted, twisting free of his grip, her arm sweeping out, nails hooked to claw his face. She attacked with all the swiftness and ferocity of a cornered cat.
However, Richard was faster, twisting out of her reach, grabbing her wrist and dragging it around behind her back, forcing her down across the desk. Before she could fully comprehend what just happened, he was leaning over her, caging her there, pinned against the desk, his body deliciously hard beneath his suit.
“Scream, and I’ll gag you,” he warned, fettering both her wrists in one hand while the other tugged at his tie, loosening the noose.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Scarlett shot him an angry look over her shoulder, even as the raw emotion in his voice made her knees weak. No man, or woman for that matter, had ever been this way with her. She’d never known getting dominated could be such a turn on.
Who’d of ever guessed he had it in him?
Richard stared her down, his gaze fixed on that pretty little mouth of hers, her luscious lips just the right size and shape for sucking cock. He was sorely tempted to gag her anyway on principle alone, but he had a better idea.
He was sick of all her bullshit, her teasing, her constant shots at Alice. He might have fucked up, possibly ruined his marriage, his life, and be about to fuck up his career a whole lot more, but that didn't give her the right to belittle his wife. This time, she'd gone too far.
It was time to teach the Tight Ass Bitch a lesson.
“Wouldn’t I?” A dark grin pulled at the corner of his mouth as he pulled the tie over his head and looped it round Scarlet’s wrists in a simple slip knot. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Scarlet. Do you know what I do with bad girls?” He drew back to stand over her, one hand braced against the small of her back, holding her and her wrists down, the other pushing up her skirt, bearing the lush curves of her naked derriere.
“What?” she gasped, shaking, heat and embarrassment crackling through her, making it impossible for her to stay still.
“This.” His hand swept down, slapping her right cheek with a loud crack. “I give them a spanking.”
Scarlet couldn’t help giving a little gasp. It didn’t hurt, not really, but the hot sting made her clit pulse within its hood and she twisted against her bonds, trying to give the little bud some much-needed attention. “Dick… I’m your boss-ah!”
He smacked her ass again, the left cheek this time, and harder.
“No, Scarlet,” he growled, trying to ignore the way her lovely derriere, now marred by a pair of red handprints, was wriggling against the bulge of his cock. Damnit, had she noticed? This would all be for nought if she knew she was affecting him too. He reinforced the assertion with another slap that actually made her jump. “You’re a bad girl. Say it.”
“No.” Scarlet shook her head, but when the blow came, the delicious slap of skin meeting skin and the explosion of heat was too much. She bit her lip to hold the moan at bay, but there was no stopping the slickness between her thighs.
“Say it.”
Slap!
“I-I…”
Slap!
“Say it!”
Slap!
