Page 103 of The Enforcer

As expected, he didn’t waste any time, bringing the belt down across my sit spot several times. I jerked up, gritting my teeth as another swell of emotions rolled through me. How dare he treat me like a child? “I hate you.”

“Good. You should.” He growled out the words as if challenging me to keep my resolve.

The sad truth was I could never hate him. No matter all the horrors I’d already witnessed. No matter the fact he’d admitted even worse actions through the years. And no matter that because of him I had a target on my back. I still couldn’t hate him.

What did that make me?

He cracked the thick strap across my upper thighs and I was certain I’d pass out. When my pussy spasmed, juice trickling down the insides of both legs, I was mortified. Pain brought pleasure? Really? I was crazed with self-loathing as he continued, taking on a rhythm that could match any metronome.

Exhaling, he stopped and I was hopeful the agonizing moment was over. His caress on my tender, heated skin was calming and the moment I shifted across the back edge of the chair, another surge of desire rolled through me. I almost laughed. Who could find this any kind of an aphrodisiac?

“Such a mischievous vixen. You will learn the power of obedience.”

“As if I don’t already respect the need,” I tossed back at him.

“Maybe in your profession. This is mine. I will tame you, my lovely doctor. I will ensure your safety as well.”

He had to be kidding me. He really believed that heavy rounds of discipline were going to keep me in line. It was apparent he didn’t know me very well.

After he brought the strap down four more times, tears welled in my eyes, a few trickling past my lashes. I hated crying in front of anyone. That was the true sign of weakness in my mind. He wanted my defenses lowered, preferred the uninhibited woman. But I’d protected myself over the years and planned on continuing.

If the man didn’t completely undo me.

“Three more,” he said with no inflection in his voice. “You’re doing very well.”

As if I cared.

I threw my head over my shoulder, studying the darkness in his eyes. He was enjoying this. The power.

The control.

Being top dog.

Damn him. It was sexy as hell.

“Count them off for me, little angel.”

“Like hell I will.”

“I just added a fourth. Do you want to continue being defiant with me?”

Now his tone held a hint of heightened mischief. Oh, I could rip out his eyes with a spoon. “Fine. Do it.”

“Say please.”

The man was losing his mind. However, there was no way around his twisted game. “Please, will you finish my punishment. Sir.”

“Mmm… I think I’ll have you call me sir from now on. I like the sound of it.”

“Over my dead ass body.”

His laugh boomed into the room, the deep, husky tone creating a visible shudder dancing through my body. “Here we go.”

He obviously wanted the last four to hurt like hell. The first one was blinding and I wasn’t certain I could speak. “One. Sir.” What the hell? I’d give him that authority he so desperately craved.

“Excellent.” He brought it down again and the heat exploded along every inch of my body.

“Two… Sir.” I was panting, seeing stars, but not from pain. This was ridiculous. He pushed my legs open as wide as possible, muttering something in Greek.

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