Page 54 of Beguiled

She rolled onto her elbows, instantly confused. Then she realized what I was commanding her to do. Her eyes flitted to the second book I’d casually tossed onto the bed, her resolve crumbling right before my eyes.

With some reluctance, she rose onto her hands and knees. Seeing her this was about enough that my balls were incredibly tight.

“I didn’t hear your response, Saige.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I think you do. What are you supposed to say when I give you a command?”

Just the way her body shuddered at my order was more powerful than anything I’d been through in months. Maybe years.

“Yes, sir.”

“What did you say?”

“Yes. Sir.”

“That’s much more like it.” As soon as I closed the distance, I smacked her bottom twice, moving from one side to the other.

Her response was similar, the heavy shudder involving her entire body.

I ached with need to do filthy, unthinkable things to her.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Uh-huh. I mean yes, sir.”

“Excellent. A very good girl.”

Discovering her darkest desires, peeling away every layer of inhibition was exactly the same as tearing through every layer of armor she used in dealing with me at the office. She was as calculating as I was, if not more and when I brought my palm down against her skin, I was gifted with an exquisite series of moans.

Admittance she’d hungered for a firm hand. Fantasies were merely beautiful taunts of reality. Once exposed, they either fizzled or thrived. There was no in between. She would remember this night fondly, craving all the dark and sinful things I could do to her.

My palm continued to connect with her bottom and in the few minutes I spent earnestly disciplining her, the buildup of heat transferred to my fingers, leaving them tingling. I was unable to concentrate on anything else but hearing her soft mews and enjoying how her body undulated. Even the way her hips swayed back and forth was such much a powerful aphrodisiac.

As she clawed at the bedding, I thought for a moment that she was about to try to escape. I was wrong. She bucked backwards, jutting her hips toward me as if begging for more.

So I gave it to her.

One brutal smack after another, increasing the tempo with every strike. She tossed her head, her long, soft curls sweeping across her shoulders and back. Soon, I’d use them for a leash. Or a set of reins for a horse. Her actions were that wild.

Every muscle continued to tense, making my movements stiff, but I pressed on. Even my cloudy vision and the near chant of needing to fuck her didn’t stop me. I wanted her buttocks covered in a soft pink blush, enough discomfort for her to remember our time spent together.

Including in the morning.

So I spanked her harder, painting her skin amongst the music of her gasps and moans. Once I was finished, I stroked her back, caressing her skin as I rolled two fingers down her spine. Every vertebra I touched caused a reaction. Every inch and she arched her back even more.

When I tapped her bottom, she finally allowed a sigh of relief.

“On your back,chastnaya tantsovshchitsa.” Calling her my private dancer was perfect for her. The way she moved around the office, thinking no one noticed she was enticing every member of the male species.

Or the subtle method in how she tugged on her tight skirts when she stood. Or even her light laughter, which she seemed to try to hide from me. Maybe because her laughter involved something I’d said or done.

If only she felt the courage to tell me exactly what she thought.

She’d come close. I’d give her credit for that.

Saige didn’t flop onto her back. She curled to face the other way like a cat would do. The act was sensual. Slow and easy. Spreading herself and her legs out for me not only as an enticement but for me to inspect her.