Page 39 of Beautiful Deception

“I don’t want to lose this job. I don’t want to upset you.”

He nods once. “Lean over the desk.”

I’m not sure I hear him correctly. “Sir?”

“Lean over the desk. If you’re not going to tell me the truth, I’m going to spank it out of you.”

I gasp. I’m fairly positive that shouldn’t happen between an employer and their employee. But then again, what Viktor and I have is not exactly on the up and up. He pays me in cash. He just told me he works for the Bratva, even though I already knew. None of this is normal.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” I finally say, finding my voice.

“This isn’t to hurt you. It’s to teach you a lesson. Don’t lie to me. I don’t appreciate it. Now, lean over the desk.”

I smooth down my skirt. During the day, I wear pants that are easier to clean in and are cheap so it’s not a big deal if they get dirty. But whenever Mrs. Green and I serve dinner, I always put on a nice dress. I do it for Viktor’s benefit.

Knowing I don’t have any other options, I place my stomach on the desk. In this position, my backside is on display. That’s exactly how Viktor wants it.

My heart is pounding so hard, I can barely think. Is this really happening?

Viktor steps behind me. His presence is strong; unmistakably him.

“Just tell me who did it, Inessa.”

I press my lips together.

“Ok then.” Before I’m ready for it, he brings his large hand down onto my backside, making me cry out. It hurts a lot more than I thought it would. Even though my dress and underwear are giving me some space between myself and his hand, it doesn’t stop the pain.

“Tell me,” he demands.

Once again, I don’t say a word.

Viktor spanks me again. I bite my lips to keep from crying out. Why am I letting him do this to me? I can just tell him Natasha’s name. But it’s the uncertainty of what he’ll do with that information that keeps me silent.

He spanks me in quick succession, three times, leaving me moaning in pain.

“I can make this stop,” he says, resting his hand right on my ass.

“You shouldn’t be doing this to me,” I whisper.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be. But I have something else to confess. You’re distracting me. You’ve been on my mind ever since I hired you and you shouldn’t be.”

“I’m sorry.”

“The only way to get you off my mind would be to fire you and I’m not going to do that. So, I’m in a bit of a predicament, Inessa.”

I have no idea how to respond to that. My hands clutch the desk, seeking something to steady me, but his desk is only a reminder of what he’s doing to me.

And what he’s doing is a bad, bad thing. Even though I don’t hate it.

“Just tell me,” he says in a much softer voice. His hand moves down to my upper thighs. I hiss from the contact.

“You’re sensitive. God, why do you have to be so sensitive?” he asks. “Why are you on my mind?”

“I don’t know.”

“And so innocent too. I don’t want innocence.” He says it like he’s trying to convince himself. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

A few tears slip from my eyes. “That’s ok. I’m just you’re maid.”

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