Page 72 of Seducer

One of sadness and resignation.

It further ignited something deep within me and I continued the spanking, longing to hear a single whimper before I stopped.

I brought the belt down on her perfect ass. She merely gripped the desk harder.

I repeated my action. She moaned slightly and thrust her bottom out.

My cock straining painfully, I continued, eliciting a deep breath with each impact.

But not a single whimper.

I took a giant stride backwards, becoming fearful I’d go too far. I was so used to dealing with women who were not only used to but hungering for extreme pain that I barely knew any limits. While I couldn’t care less about someone’s modesty, I turned around so she could dress. Only I was so drawn to her that with my breathing remaining ragged, I tipped my head over my shoulder.

By all rights, I should keep the lie going about the Obsidian Society. It really didn’t matter about her past and whatever she was hiding. If I spent much additional time around her, I’d easily and quickly destroy her.

As heinous of a man as I’d become, there was obviously a small sense of decency left in my system. I didn’t want to be the one responsible for ruining her.

It took me a few seconds to realize she was right behind me. Now she had no issue creating soft sounds as she confronted me.

“What now, Mr. Blackwell? Am I required to do your bidding for an undisclosed timeframe? Do you want me to come to your house, cooking and cleaning? Or would you prefer I’m chained to your bed?”

I knew her boldness had everything to do with our passionate interlude as well as her nerves, but she was doing it again. Purposely goading, pushing me to see the lengths I’d go to. I closed my eyes briefly, ignoring the intense call luring me into taking another taste of her.

Business and pleasure were supposed to be kept separate. I laughed inwardly at myself. It seemed with her, breaking every rule, whether one of tradition or decency, had been easy to do.

“Now, you go home, get a good night’s sleep, and come into the office refreshed and eager to work. There will be no mention of the situation again. That is as long as you forget your endeavor from earlier, so will I.” I needed to keep from fixating on her, concentrating on unfolding my cuffs instead.

“What are you hiding, Mr. Blackwell? And don’t tell me you aren’t. I know better.”

Her goading worked enough that I turned to face her. “Aren’t we all hiding something, Ms. Capshaw? Something perhaps in our past we’d prefer no one learning about? In my case, I don’t wish to deal with recrimination or sympathy…” Seeing her in her blouse and lacy thong kept my cock at full attention.

“Because of all the people you’ve killed?”

Her question brought a genuine smile to my face. “Now you think you know me.”

“I can easily recognize when someone is living with demons. You are. What terrible things have you done? Did you torment your parents or brothers? Were you a bad kid in school, always getting into trouble? Did your girlfriend discover you were sleeping with her best friend? Or are the portions of the game I’ve heard about based on actual occurrences in your life? Murders. Acts performed by a sexual predator?”

She had a way of getting under my skin with sheer determination. In my mind, she was doing so to push me into spouting off what truths she wanted to hear about the Obsidian Society. I was almost at the point of doing so.

But I didn’t answer, continuing to button my second cuff.

Exhaling, she tried to turn away and for some reason, my mind shut down to all sense of humanity and every other emotion that would prevent me from overreacting. I snapped my hand around her wrist, dragging her onto her toes as I pulled her against me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her nose turning up and her lips pursing. Neither reaction was out of anger, but a stronger sense of desire. I captured the whiff of her needs and that would only grow stronger as long as we continued sparring.

She was making this a game of her own, only she’d need to learn that playing with a monster like me wasn’t in her best interest.

I didn’t take a single game I played lightly. I arched her as I pulled her into my chest, shifting my hips back and forth so she could feel just how hard she made me.

And crazy.

I was panting like some fucking lunatic, the hunger entirely different every time we were in the same room.

“Doing exactly what you want. Isn’t that right, Wild Kitty? You crave my rough touch and have since that night. You long to have me take control over every inch of your luscious body, refusing to allow you any leeway. You want nothing more than for me to defile you right here. Right now. Tell me the truth. Isn’t that exactly what you’ve been thinking about?”

“Get off me. We shared something that can never be repeated.” She struggled in my hold.

“And why is that? We’re two consenting adults.”

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