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He was methodical with his chosen punishment, one coming right after another as I held back a single cry. Why give him a single second’s worth of satisfaction he was getting to me?

But tears stung my eyes bigtime. I would need to spend time in the bathroom just to return to looking presentable.

“You’re doing well. I hate that I need to do this, but bad girls deserve discipline.”

“Do you do this to keep your girlfriends in line?” Great. I kept spouting off.

His sigh was just as exaggerated as it had been before. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

The admittance surprised me. I almost said I was sorry, but I knew why he didn’t have one. No woman could stand his arrogance and dominance. I certainly couldn’t.

I chewed on my bottom lip as he returned to the spanking, even being enough of a jerk to plant three across the tops of my thighs. He certainly didn’t want me to forget my infraction. I’d have difficulty sitting. No doubt.

After he doled out what felt like a hundred more, I kicked out finally, the anguish pushing every button. But as much as these terrible few moments shamed me, the fact was I couldn’t stop my pussy from slicking my inner thighs, and likely his desk wasn’t too far behind. My guess was he’d gather together with his buddies tonight over a few drinks, laughing at whatever woman they’d dominated that day.

At least I knew what the man was made of. I could hate him while still working with him. That way, I could never, ever become hypnotized by his magical lure. I was certain pretty much every woman whose heart was still beating did. Not this girl.

“Three more and that should do it.”

Of course, the bastard decided to make those the hardest of all. As soon as he was finished, I couldn’t have jumped backward any faster. I was still flushed, still angry, and would chalk this up to being stupid. For caring too much.

For longing for a better future that I could create myself.

I spun away, doing my best not to wobble on my heels as I raced for his door.

“I trust you’ll be able to figure out how to get yourself to the street?” he asked.

It was so obvious he had no clue who I was that I decided not to burst his arrogant bubble. “Oh, I assure you,Mr. Semenov, I will do everything that’s necessary just like a good little girl.” Not only did I use a nasty tone, I slammed the door with such force, I heard at least two of his precious things tumbling to the floor.

Ah, darn.

What a shame.

But he was a rich man. He could afford anything he wanted, including a woman or five to humiliate as much as he liked.

Well, I wasn’t that woman.

He could suck big donkey dicks for all I cared.

CHAPTER 3

Raphaella

Now fear skittered through my veins, every muscle tense. Was the man going to fire me? I wasn’t sure I’d blame him. I wasn’t worried about my safety or concerned some boogeyman would come out of the shadows with a big, sharp knife.

That kind of angst would be welcome at this point, something I could handle. I’d been trained to do so.

No, my terror was based on self-doubt and the knowledge the man I’d be working for was considered one of the most ruthless men in the entire city of New York. He was known as heartless and cruel, losing maybe .0008 percent of the cases he’d been assigned in his life. He could eat me with a spoon as if I meant nothing. While people respected him given his cunning abilities, his charm well known across the entire state and likely up and down the East Coast, his barbaric behavior had also put the fear of God into every colleague, every single judge in the city.

And he’d spanked me.

He’d caught me in his office before hours and treated me like some… wayward child.

I was still humiliated as well as angry with myself that I’d allowed fear to replace indignation.

I’d hidden in the small kitchen then the bathroom, debating leaving altogether. I was thankful my rational side had won out and I was determined to wow the man with my skills.

I tried to harness my anger, ignoring the pain every time I took a step. The man was a literal pain in the ass, worse than everything I’d read.

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