Page 94 of Bronson

“Too late.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“You’ve been given several warnings. All that you’ve completely ignored. Obviously, my words alone are not getting through to you. You will have to be punished.”

I say, “But Brauny… I’m just working so hard and sometimes I forget to lock the door.” I bat my eyes, racking my brain for Sasha’s tips on getting out of a spanking. Though judging by the way she’s been standing a lot lately, refusing to take a seat that’s offered to her, I have a feeling her days of ruling Carter are over.

“Don’t Brauny me. It will be sir to you until you’ve been thoroughly punished. Is that clear?”

It was hopeless. I’ve been caught. And he’s going to punish me. Right here in this office. Just like the first day we met and he’d caught me stealing from him. “Yes, sir.”

My tummy tightens, my buttocks clenching. Despite the impending dread that washes over me, my pussy has a mind of her own. Bronson’s commanding words, the way he stands, looming over me, his dark brow arching in disapproval, has her positively weeping with desire.

He pulls something from his breast pocket.

Damn.

It’s the little silver bullet butt plug, the one marked with a B for Bachman—all us beauties have one. He withdraws a tube of lube. The light green one. It has just a touch of menthol in it. To enhance the experience.

I gulp.

My hands go to my bottom, my puckered hole tightening in memory of that burning lube. “I’m really sorry, Bronson. I should have respected your request the first time. It will never happen again. Let’s forget this ever happened and go home and I’ll try and cook you that chicken you like. The one I burned to a crisp last time? I’m sure I can get it right this time⁠—”

“Quiet.” He’s over to me in three strides. His huge hands rest on my shoulders. His dark eyes burn into mine. “Do you have any idea, any idea at all, what could happen to you if someone were to break in here? And if you don’t care for your own life, think of mine. It would be over if anything were to happen to you. I can’t stomach the idea of one hair on your head being harmed.”

Guilt washes over me. It was a stupid move. This is New York City, after all. And I was alone, surrounded by millions of dollars’ worth of jewelry. “I’m sorry.”

“I know. But not sorry enough to not let it happen again. Yet.”

He grabs my hips. He spins me around. My hipbones dig into the edge of the desk. My hands press into the desktop as he places a hand on my back, bending me over. His hands go to the hem of my skirt, pushing the fabric up and over my waist. In a flash, my panties are down, gathering around the tops of my thighs.

He commands me to spread my legs.

I obey. To my humiliation, the scent of my arousal fills the office.

“Someone’s already wet. Naughty girl. Just can’t help yourself, can you?”

My face burns. He parts my ass cheeks. A moment later the icy cold tip of the metal bullet presses against my unwilling entrance. I receive a sharp slap on my ass that has me sucking in my breath between my teeth. I relax my muscles, accepting the tool that is being placed to punish me.

The bullet slides into my ass. At first, the menthol jelly feels cold, almost refreshing. But then, it turns to a slow burn. One that has me squirming. One that confuses my body. It’s… stimulating. But in a way that drives me to distraction. It makes my ass clench.

My ass is stretching, burning and uncomfortable from the minty intrusion. My pussy is aching, throbbing, wanting from his dominance and the stimulation. The pressure and pleasure I need is nowhere in sight.

I moan.

He gives my bare ass cheeks a few hard smacks. My panties are snapped back into place. My dress smoothed down over my stinging, burning ass.

He’s not done with me. “Let’s go to dinner.”

I gasp. “I can’t sit through dinner with this… thing in me!”

“You can. And you will. A good reminder for the next time you should be locking up for the night.”

I give him a pitiful look. I whine, “Brauny, please!”

It does nothing. He’s immovable.

“I’ve already locked up the front. Come on, now, let’s go. We’re expected at Carter’s in ten minutes.”