Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Then it clicked.
We never spoke about our encounters after they happened, but I had a feeling that was about to change.
“So, your inability to control the situation is what stresses you out?” I guessed.
My heart beat harder.
Calm down. You may be reaching for what you want to see.
Despite my mind trying to rationalize the situation, my chest had a mind of its own. Excited warmth pulsed through me, raising the hairs on my arms in anticipation.
Because I was right. I saw it when her eyes flashed back to mine with the same wide innocence she left with on Friday. “Maybe,” she admitted.
“You like to have control?” I asked, my voice going deeper.
Her eyes never wavered. “Maybe.”
“Or maybe you feel like you always need to be in control,” I guessed, sinking into the moment, taking control, and leading her where I hoped she wanted this to go.
She swallowed before softly confessing, “Maybe.”
I hummed and leaned back in my chair, taking my time to think over my words so I wouldn’t scare her off. Taking time to entice her into admitting what she really wanted in coming here. Her eyes tracked my fingers, sliding back and forth across my lips, before snapping to mine. Despite the lingering nerves flashing in the amber depths, she lifted her chin, attempting to cling to the control she prized so dearly.
“I want you to do it again,” she stated.
I’d been so lost in watching her that I struggled to process what she wanted. “Do what again?”
“It,” she enunciated between rapid blinks. “Like before.”
Ohhhh.
Adrenaline surged, rippling under my skin, bringing it to life. It took everything I had to bite back the twitch of victory tugging at my cheeks. Internally, I beat my chest and roared, pacing like a caged animal preparing to chase its prey. Aspen Quinn came to me. She came to me and asked me to spank her.
I couldn’t remember a single successful business acquisition ever filling me with so much excitement and thrill, like having her stand before me. I needed it to last. I craved it. So, instead of leaping from the chair like I wanted to, I decided to play with her. I wanted to hear her say the words.
“I’m sorry, Miss Quinn. I’m not quite sure what you mean when you say it.”
She sighed. “You know what I mean. The thing we did last week.”
“The interview?” I asked, full of innocence.
Her jaw clenched. “You know what I mean.”
Still, I egged her on, needing to hear her ask. “I’m afraid I don’t, Miss Quinn. Why don’t you tell me exactly what it is?”
“You’re really going to make me say it?” she ground out.
“I am.” I released some control and allowed my lips to quirk.
She worked her jaw from side to side and took a deep breath.
I held mine, watching her waver on the precipice of either giving in or turning to run. Fuck, I hope she didn’t run.
“Fine,” she barked. “I want you to spank me again.”
Oh, fuck me. I thought I was prepared, but nothing in the world could prepare me for hearing Aspen Quinn ask me to spank her. My cock—which had been twitching in my pants since she entered—grew rock hard. The animal inside roared again, louder, rattling the cage to be let free.
Patience, I reminded myself. I had a feeling that if I rushed into this, she’d back out just as fast.
“Good girl.” I held my breath, anticipating her objection to the praise. When it never came, I exhaled, releasing the tension pulling my muscles tight. I slowed my breathing, slipping into the dominant role I enjoyed.
She watched me rise from the chair. I held her gaze as I rounded the desk, soaking in her nervous energy. With each step closer, her shoulders tightened, rising closer to her ears.
I couldn’t wait to watch the slow release once we started.
Less than a foot away, I stood taller, using my size to emphasize my dominance. With her head tipped back, she held my gaze, and a delicious dip appeared between her brows.
“You know,” I started, raising my thumb to stroke the indent. “I always wondered what it would take to create the slightest wrinkle in your austere face. I spent multiple afternoons trying to incite even the smallest crease without success. Seeing it now, I must admit, it only adds to your beauty.”
The line vanished.
I laughed at her stubborn need to win, causing the small furrow to reappear.
Ready to get started, I schooled my features into a calm regard. I assumed she would fight me at some level through it all and didn’t want to waste extra energy prompting her willful attitude that would only make it worse.
“We’ll do it just like last time.” I gestured to the desk. “With you bent over.”
Her slender neck worked over a nervous swallow, and I fought the urge to press my lips to her soft skin so I could feel the movement with my mouth.