Page 57 of Captivated By Him

He’s on me in two steps and once again I’m hoisted off the floor. But this time, he has me thrown over his shoulder and he carries me to the couch against the wall.

“No, Jakub. No!” I start to pummel his back with my fists.

“No?” He swings me down from his shoulder, plops down on the couch and tugs me over his lap all in one fluid movement, leaving me momentarily shocked, and I’ll be honest, a little impressed.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you yelled at me. Before you cursed at me. Before you hit me.” His arm has me pinned down over his lap, and his free hand has already thrown the skirt of my dress onto my back. He doesn’t bother yanking my panties down but grabs them and pulls them up until I’m experiencing the deepest wedgie in my life.

“Jakub!” I throw my arm back to block my ass, but he merely catches it and holds my wrist.

“I want you to go home because I don’t trust Henry not to come back here to cause trouble tonight. If you’re home and protected I can better concentrate on what’s happening with that,” he explains and then lays into me.

My bare ass gets lit on fire with his volley of spanks. Random spanks cover both of my cheeks, but he manages to get every bit of me. And no amount of wiggling or cursing is helping me.

“When I ask you to wait so I can finish a conversation, I expect you to be a good girl and wait.” He annunciates his expectation with a hard swat to the sensitive spot on my thigh. I straighten my legs and hiss.

“I would have explained all of this to you when I hung up with Marcin, but you wanted to act like a little brat. So now you’ll get treated like one.” He goes all in, spreading the spanking out across my thighs, my sit spots, my ass cheeks. Nothing is left untouched, it all hurts and burns and before I know it, I’m crying, begging him to stop.

“I’m sorry, Jakub. I’m sorry!” I try to tug my arm free, but he’s got a death grip on it. I can’t do anything other than take my punishment.

He hasn’t kept me in the dark about anything so far. I had no reason to think he would do so now. Most men wouldn’t let their girlfriends or wives continue working in the club the way Jakub has. The men in our world prefer their girls backstage. But he’s done none of that.

I reacted unreasonably.

And now I have a sore ass for my trouble.

“Okay…” He’s rubbing my legs, not where he spanked. What he put down will stay; he’s not going to undo the spanking because it’s over. But he will comfort me.

I sniffle, embarrassed by my bitchy behavior and how easily he’s brought me to tears.

He tugs my panties out from my ass cheeks, and lightly drapes my dress back down. When I’m dressed to his satisfaction, he swivels me around until I’m seated on his lap and have my head buried in his neck. What a mess I am.

Warm strokes of his hand run in circles on my back and just like that everything calms inside of me. The raging anger, the worry, the panic, it’s all just melted away and all that’s left is this overwhelming urge to hold onto him.

“I want you safe, Nicole,” he says softly, then tucks me under his chin. “And if I have to take my belt to your ass every day, I will.”

I swallow hard and wipe my cheeks.

“I don’t want to be put away like Rapunzel.” I push away gently from his chest and look into his eyes. Worry rules his features as he stares at me.

“I doubt you would tolerate such treatment.” He tucks my hair behind my ears. “You can work from home just as easily as you can work from here. And it’s just for a few days. I have men all over the warehouse; it’s a damn fortress compared to this club.”

He’s not wrong. I’m not entirely sure what they do down there, but there’s always half a dozen armed men walking around checking on things.

“Okay,” I whisper. My throat is sore from my crying, and I’m not sure what words will come out if I let them fly free.

“Marcin is going to take you home. I’ll bring your computer and stuff when I go home tonight. You are not to leave the apartment. And if you need to order dinner, text me and I’ll have it brought to you.” He wipes his knuckles across my cheeks. “Okay?”

I nod. “Yeah, Jakub.”

“Do you need anything before you go?”

I sigh and nod.

“Yeah.”

“What?” he asks, his brows pulled together like he’s ready to give me anything in the world if I just ask.

“I need a fresh cup of coffee.”

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