Page 42 of His Rules

I had a feeling she was ready to tell me to shove my rules. Kacey was processing her course of action, going over the scenario very carefully. The question remained. Would she crack under pressure?

“You’re a terrible person. I was wrong about you.”

“No, you weren’t wrong. Your senses were momentarily jaded because of our initial interaction.”

She threw out her hand. “I asked you not to talk about that night. Ever again.”

“Noted, Ms. Taylor. Now, please do as I commanded.”

I remained uncertain if she would fall into line. When she grumbled under her breath, jerking up her skirt as she inched closer to my desk, my mouth watered. The sight of her lace thong underneath was enough to keep my blood pressure high.

“Get this over with. And it will never happen again. Trust me on that. I don’t care who you are.”

Her words, laced with sheer rebellion, brought a smile to my face. “I hope it won’t be necessary. But I will do what I need in order to protect this company. My company.”

“The last time I checked, you have a partner.” She made the statement with her own sly smile before leaning over my desk.

Yes. She was entirely capable of being used as a ringer.

My libido was rocking as I moved around the back side of my desk, taking a deep breath as I admired her rounded bottom. She was magnificent in every way, but this was very wrong.

In my mind, so what? I’d started this company, bringing on Drake after a year of being in business. My baby. My creation. My rules.

And everyone needed to learn to obey them.

“If you don’t believe you can handle this job, Ms. Taylor, I’ll certainly understand. It takes people of perseverance and integrity to work long hours in a competitive atmosphere.”

She threw her head over her shoulder. “I have more integrity and grit than you do, Mr. Winfield. Just get this over with.”

“As you wish.” I curled the fingers on one hand as I swished the ruler with the other. The light sound caught her attention and she sucked in her breath. I dared brush the tips of my fingers down from the base of her spine to her right butt cheek, the touch driving shots of electricity straight through every muscle in my body.

When I cracked the first smack across her bottom, she didn’t flinch or utter a single word. She only slid her arms over her head, barely able to grasp the edge of my desk with her fingers.

I brought the ruler down three more times in rapid succession, lifting my head and waiting to see if she acknowledged any pain.

She still had no reaction. While I intended on creating enough discomfort that she would find it uncomfortable sitting the remainder of the day, spanking her was more about mind control. True power exchange. Her mistaken thought that she could grab any concept of control spurred the darkness inside.

I cracked the wood across her skin a few more times, the slight redness a sheer delight. I thought more about seeing her reaction to Drake and the ugly green-eyed monster reared his misshapen head once again. I was possessive by nature, although even my ex-wife hadn’t garnered such an intense reaction as I’d had before. One that was being repeated the moment I rubbed the rough pads of my fingers from one side of her buttocks to the other.

Kacey finally squirmed, her breathing only slightly increased. She seemed quite capable of holding her own in a difficult situation. I brought the ruler down again, delighting in the sound the wood made when connecting with her skin.

I smacked it across her upper thighs, the change in venue finally causing a single moan to slip past her pert lips.

Her reaction kept my cock fully erect and my thoughts more primal than they’d been before. I could easily break all the rules, fucking her right here. I pulled back, raking one hand through my hair as I convinced myself feeding into my dark fantasy wasn’t the goal.

At least not yet.

I continued the spanking, bringing the implement down in an easy rhythm. The woman was hot, her skin glistening, and therewas no doubt she was as aroused as I was. I gathered a scent of her desire and her pussy lips were swollen, pushing against the thin edge of the string slipped between her ass cheeks.

“Just stop. I’ll follow all your rules,” she stated with confidence in her voice.

“Yes, you will. We’re almost finished.” I rubbed my fingers across her heated skin. She was on fire. This had to stop, or I would lose all sense of control. With four more strikes, I finally forced myself to take a long stride backwards. I turned away on purpose, doing my best to get my shit together. “That’s all, Ms. Taylor. Just make certain you have the reports to me at the end of the day. With a full analysis. And one more thing.”

“There always is with you.”

“Find out what you can about Waterhouse Industries. Our main competitor.”

“You’re searching for leaks. Aren’t you?”

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