Page 14 of Royal Flush

What did it matter? I’d forced her to enter into a deal with the devil, namely me. And I planned on enjoying every minute of our sinful pact.

“You are… incorrigible,” I told her, my voice unusually husky.

“You should see me when I’m pissed.” She dared tilt her head.

The woman was pushing every boundary on purpose and God, I loved it. Very few women ever challenged me on any level both in business and in pleasure. I was going to enjoy breaking down all her defenses. “I’m certain I’ll anger you but that will only make seducing you that much more delicious. And I’m certain you’re going to choke a wobbly.” The Australian slang I knew was minimal, but I could tell I’d gotten her attention.

And irked the woman even more.

“I assure you I’m not into throwing tantrums, American chump.”

The insults were also adorable and I forced our lips to brush together. She could be the undoing of me or vice versa.

She issued a slight moan and I was ready to devour her, even if meant skipping her discipline. Sadly, with a woman like Jasmine, I had a feeling the only way she’d learn to fall into line was from harsh punishment.

I pulled back before things got out of hand. I had all night to do that. First things first.

“Time for your spanking.” Yes, I was the person in charge of a swanky kink club, but I needed to be conscientious about the decisions I made. Besides, I didn’t want to scare her off. Not that I didn’t control the planes arriving and departing but she could foil me by running, even stowing away on an early morning flight. I just couldn’t have that.

“Let me guess. You’re one of those men who prefer to use his belt, which will make you feel like a big man. I bet you use that to try and make up for your tiny little dick.”

I’ll be damned if she didn’t cup my cock, squeezing. At least she had the decency of opening her eyes wide upon her unapproved copping of a feel.

“Wow,” she said. “I could almost be impressed.”

“Oh, you will be, little koala bear.”

She laughed and the sound was as delightful as the woman herself. “You don’t know much about koala bears, do you? They are vicious creatures. If I were the furry little beast, I’d eat you alive.”

“And I’d love to see you try. To answer your question, given I own and run a kink club, there are various other methods of doling out needed discipline to unruly women. Now, while I decide, you’ll need to remove that slinky dress of yours. Panties too.”

That grabbed her attention.

“You are insane. I am not going to be naked for a spanking.”

I did nothing more than give her a stern look and she rolled her eyes all over again. “You will do as I say. Remember?”

“Fine, you beast of a human being. But I will find a way to get you for this unscrupulous deal you forced me to enter into.” She continued her foreplay by using her index finger, trailing it down my chest, even purring like a kitten.

“And I will enjoy watching you try.” I pushed her away gently, wanting nothing more than to drag her to one of the private rooms, tying her to one of the very expensive apparatuses purchased with pleasure in mind.

And pain.

I couldn’t forget about pain, something I appreciated just like my brothers did. I moved away, heading to the wooden cabinet nestled in the corner of my office. I’d collected implements of my own through the years, those crafted by the finest artisans across the world. While it had been a long time since I’d indulged in the use of one, I was more than eager to now.

She grumbled behind me, which made me smile all over again. How long had it been since I’d sparred with a luscious woman?

The answer was easy.

Too long.

It had also been too long since I’d spanked a girl, including in my office. I wasn’t entirely certain that had ever occurred before. I’d adhered to the rules developed the moment we’d stepped foot on the two islands. However, she was a special circumstance.

Grinning, I opened the door to my cabinet, breathing in the scents of exotic woods and leather. I’d forgotten how enticing the aspect of sharing aspects of BDSM could be. I’d been so busy building the family wealth I’d lost several years of my life. Hmmm… That was about to change.

There was something special about using a leather tawse or a cane. I had several, some specially designed with my particular needs in mind.

But tonight I felt called for a paddle. A nice wooden one that would bring about a hard thudding sound as well as what I believed was the required level of pain.

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