Page 46 of Taming Mika

Air rushes past my lips, and my stomach clenches as I realize what kind of punishment he has in mind. “Alfie,” I hiss, white-knuckling the edge of my desk as my heart breaks into a sprint.

His eyes flick up to meet mine, and his smirk spreads into a wicked smile as he straightens. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Mika, but Iwillteach you a lesson for ignoring my instructions.” His steps are slow and even as he approaches, making my heart flip-flop uncomfortably. “Now, don’t make me ask again.”

“And if I refuse?” I really don’t know how I feel about Alfie spanking me with a riding crop—not right here, in my office, where anyone could hear.

Alfie runs the soft leather tip of the riding crop over my lower lip before placing it gently beneath my chin. Adding just enough pressure to tilt my face upward, he leans in until I can feel his warm breath whisper across my skin. “Then I’ll tie you down before we begin,” he murmurs.

I shudder, sucking in a shaky gasp as I try to make sense of the arousal throbbing between my thighs. I shouldnotbe excited by that, and I’m determined not to show him how his words affect me, so I glare at him as I lean slowly over the edge of my desk until my breasts find the cool surface. It feels good against my flaming cheek, and I close my eyes, focusing on that sensation and the solidity of the wood as I grip it firmly. I’ve never been spanked in my life, and being completely naked makes the humiliation of it even more intense.

Soft leather traces down my spine, and my eyes fly open, my lips parting at the deceptively pleasant sensation. My shoulders, tight with the expectation of pain, start to relax, and I glance back at Alfie, trying to anticipate what’s to come.

He smirks at me and slips the crop between my thighs, tapping them lightly. “Wider,” he commands, putting a knee inside mine a second later to guide my legs open.

Heat pounds through my core, and I press my lips together to stop myself from talking back—or worse, moaning with pleasure as he runs the leather tip up the inside of my thigh and brushes it across my clit. He swipes it playfully between my spread cheeks. The throbbing pulse at the peak of my thighs grows more persistent, and I bite back a whimper.

“You really do have the most perfect ass,” he says, smoothing his warm hand over my curves and kneading my sensitive flesh. “I can’t wait to see what it looks like after I’m done. I think seven strokes should be enough toleave an impression,” he teases darkly. “I want you to count each one out loud, Mika.”

His hand leaves my skin, and my stomach quivers as a fresh wave of fear launches all my senses into overdrive. The coarse grain of the desk’s wood scrapes against my hard nipples, and the cool air makes my skin feel drawn and tight. The familiar fresh-pine-and-horse scent in my office does little to ease my tension, and I taste the coppery tang of panic as it starts to rise in the back of my throat. The crop hisses as it cuts through the air, the sound warning me a second before it licks across my flesh, and I yelp—more out of shock than any actual pain.

“Answer me, Mika. Tell me you understand the rules,” Alfie commands.

“I understand,” I gasp, heart hammering so violently against my ribs that I think Alfie must hear it from where he’s standing.

“I understand,sir,” he corrects me, running the crop lightly over the curve of my ass in silent warning.

My skin burns with indignation, and for a second, I debate if I should just stand up and tell him to go fuck himself. But the thought of him tying me to the desk andthenspanking me makes me hesitate. “I understand,sir,” I repeat through clenched teeth.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I gasp when he strokes two fingers between my folds as a reward.

My core clenches, my clit twitching at the unexpected pleasure that crackles up my spine, and my stomach quivers at Alfie’s low hum of approval.

“We haven’t even gotten to the fun part, and you’re already dripping,vitale,” he murmurs.

Sometimes, I want to slap Alfie for being so damn cocky, and my cheeks flame as he discovers the mortifying truth that being humiliated is turning me on. But my embarrassment evaporates as he collects my slick arousal on his fingertips and strokes them over my clit, stimulating the sensitive nerves. I moan, my back arching and my hips rocking into his palm as my excitement intensifies.

“God, you aresexy,” he groans, slipping two fingers inside my entrance and making me whimper. “But that won’t save you from your punishment.”

His touch vanishes, and a moment later, a sharp snap sears across my skin. I cry out, unable to stay quiet from the explosive pain—then hot, unexpected pleasure starts to throb deep inside me.

“Count, Mika,” Alfie warns me.

“One,” I groan, gripping the desk as I breathe through the overwhelming sensations.

He brings the riding crop down again, and this time, I’m prepared for it.

Biting back my yelp, I try to stay quiet as I grit the number two out through my teeth. “Three,” I gasp as the pulsing sense of excitement between my thighs intensifies, bringing the stinging pain from the crop down to a dull ache.

Alfie alternates between cheeks, choosing a fresh point of contact each time he spanks me, and as the fourth stroke lands on the meaty part of my ass, just above my thigh, I jerk forward with a cry. It hurts, but it also feels shockingly erotic, and as the pain dies, I moan lustily.

“Four,” I whimper, my clit so swollen with excitement I think I might come the next time Alfie hits me.

“You’re doing so well,vitale,” he purrs, pausing my punishment to smooth his palm over my feverish skin.

I’m tender along the lines where the crop struck me, but Alfie’s touch soothes the burning pain, and I breathe heavily as my muscles start to unwind, my core throbbing more intensely.

“Your ass looks so pretty, all decorated with my marks.”

I shiver as he traces the lines with a soft finger, and then he reaches between my thighs once more. Gripping the desk with all my strength, I turn my face away from Alfie, hiding it in my curls. He’s about to find out just how much he’s turning me on, and I’m mortified.

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