Page 87 of Beguiled

Sure, it had been a fantasy, a thrill that it seemed all good girls had, but never in my mind had I envisioned agreeing to one.

The waiting and wondering were tossed aside the moment he brought the belt down. All sense of foreplay was over.

A gasp left my mouth more from shock than anything. My body was obviously trapped in the feeling as there was no pain, maybe mild discomfort.

Stash’s heavy sigh was a sign he was just beginning, proven when he cracked the belt against my sit spot two times.

Heat began to build on my upper thighs, which seemed strange. Very slowly the warmth crawled to the tender area under my bottom.

He waited for nothing, smacking my buttocks several more times, one coming right after the other.

“Oh. Fuck,” I hissed, jerking up from the desk, panting. The spanking before had been child’s play in comparison. When he chuckled behind me, I threw my head over my shoulder. “There is nothing worse you could do to your male employees.”

“Yes, my private dancer. There is. Let’s hope it’s something you never need to witness.”

After taking a deep breath, he crowded the space between my legs. enjoying the hell out of himself by caressing my back before rolling the rough pads of his fingers in a slow and steady pattern on my butt.

Worse, he dared slip his palm between my legs. As soon as he did, my entire body stiffened. He caught me. Both the conversation about becoming a very naughty girl and the spanking had made me very wet, my core heated to a thousand degrees. There was no doubt even with his light touch he could tell just how excited I’d become.

He said nothing, returning to his duties of teaching a lesson in obedience. The man was obviously very practiced in providing discipline for wayward women. Plus, he was enjoying himself.

I wiggled and bucked hard against the desk with every brutal crack of the thick leather. Images of humping his workspace filtered into my mind, which was ridiculous. There was nothing gentle about what he was doing, one strike turning into another until I lost count.

The pain was vibrant, keeping me breathless and tingling all over. I could hear several moans, ugly little whimpers that gave away what was happening.

Thank God no one was in the office, or I’d never set foot inside ever again.

At least I noticed his breathing was as heavy as mine and could feel a different level of tension spiraling around us. I dug my fingernails into the underside of the wood.

When was this going to be over?

The answer came quickly when he rubbed his hand between my thighs once again, but instead of pulling his fingers free after only a few seconds, he acted as if my possible promotion gave him the right to touch me in my most intimate place.

His fingers found my slit and my body stiffened in response. Quiet in his actions, when he shifted his hand, plunging several of his fingers inside, I pressed my face against the cool wood, pleasure instantly overriding pain.

In those quiet few seconds, my body was completely electrified.

“You can get up now,” he stated in a voice that dripped with authority and sensuality. Everything about him was perplexing, more so tonight. I couldn’t read him, at least not completely.

I pushed up from the desk, tipping my head over my shoulder. His chest rose and fell as if the man was in agony. The belt was still in his hand, his fingers white knuckled, twisting around the thick leather. He wasn’t looking at me, instead concentrating on something on the floor.

But I knew better.

I’d pushed him into a corner as well, something he couldn’t tolerate. He was a take charge kind of man.

Only when I’d pushed fully up from the desk did he react, moving to his chair and sitting down. I watched in fascination as he turned it so he was facing the window. From there, he sat back, his hands crossed against his chest. Maybe he was so disgusted with me he could no longer look me in the eyes.

I grabbed my things, furious with myself for playing the hand of cards. Who was I kidding? I’d played my entire hand with theman and obviously, I’d lost. He was shutting down even more than before.

Turning away, I was determined to leave his office with some modicum of dignity remaining. I was completely cognizant when the temperature in the room changed. I even headed closer to the door to ensure he knew my intent.

And that he’d won.

“Where do you think you’re going, Saige?”

“To clear out my desk. Obviously, you’ve decided our partnership isn’t worth your time.”

“I said no such thing. Did I?”