Page 4 of Forbidden Billionaire
I smile, slow and dark. “I think you know how.”
She stares. “You can’t mean…” Her soft pink tongue darts out to wet her lips.
Does she realize she’s squeezing her thighs together? “Naughty girls get punished.”
“What in the actual hell?” She blinks. “What are you talking about?” Her voice squeaks as she breaks the word into two pieces.
“I think a spanking is in order, don’t you?”
“A… Are you kidding me?” She tips her head to one side as if I’ve gone mad. “You don’t want…?”
“Sex?”
I’m man enough not to turn it down if she offered. I’d love nothing more than to be buried balls-deep inside her gorgeous body. But I’ve never had to use threats to get a woman to sleep with me. No way will she be the first.
“Uhm, how hard?” She clears her throat and tries again. “The spanking, I mean. How hard would it be?”
Better me than security? “Oh, Seraphina…” I drag the words over her throat, my mouth barely grazing her skin. “I guarantee you’ll feel it.”
“I don’t think—” Her voice breaks. “I can’t. I mean…” Furiously she blushes. “I’ve never been spanked.”
I stand to take in her whole, gorgeous body. She looks different in this maid’s getup. I’ve been accustomed to seeing her in slim-fitting skirts with crisp, sensible blazers. “Until now, you’ve always been a good girl?”
Her flush deepens. She’s fire to my ice.
“You didn’t say no.” I let the words wrap tight around her. “You’re wondering what it might be like. Aren’t you?”
“Absolutely not.” She shakes her head desperately.
Are you lying to yourself, my little troublemaker?
Betraying herself, her gaze flicks to my belt buckle. Her pupils go wide.
I decide to push her. “Not even the least bit curious?”
“To have your hands on me? Absolutely not.” But she presses her knees together more tightly.
“You are a pretty little liar, Ms. Hollis. I expected more from you.” My cock throbs at the flush that spreads down her neck. “Submit to me. You might find you like it.”
“Never.” But her pulse flutters against my fingers as if she’s mere seconds from begging for my touch.
“I assure you, you’ll enjoy it.”
Defiantly she tilts her chin as if to say, We’ll see about that.
I make a show of walking to my jacket and grabbing my cell phone.
She sighs deeply. “If I go through with this horrible thing, you promise you won’t call security?”
“You have my word.”
“For what that’s worth. You do have a reputation, Mr. Blackwell.”
“You’ve mortally wounded me.” I drop my phone back into my pocket.
“Hypothetically how would this farse work? Like would I have to get over your lap or something?”
At the suggestion, my cock presses even more insistently against my zipper.
