Page 38 of House of Cards

She flips her damp hair over her shoulder and goes over to the dressing table, lifting the hair dryer from its hook.

“Leave it,” I tell her.

“You want me to look like I put my finger in a socket?”

“I’m getting tired of repeating myself,” I growl, stalking toward her over the patterned carpet. “You don’t get asayin anything. Until you’re out of the red, this ass belongs to me.”

“Don’t you mean your clients?” Zoey lets out an indignant squeak when I grab the back of her neck and force her head down on the desk.

“Hands on the table.”

“What? No! Let me go!” She struggles furiously until I step closer and grind my dick against her plump ass cheek.

“One more word, and you’ll be choking on my cock.”

She hesitates, and then slaps her palms down on either side of her head. She’s still glaring at me, so hard that I half-expect her to yell at me to do my worst…but I guess she’s catching on that I don’t need the encouragement.

I drag her robe up her back, baring her lower body. I force my gaze to her eyes after drinking in the sight of her naked flesh, relishing the panicked look in them.

This isn’t indulgence. This isn’t for me.

It’s for her.

How else is she going to learn?

Grabbing her ass, I give her cheek another rough squeeze. One side, then the other. Warming the flesh. A courtesy she most certainly doesn’t deserve, but one I give her anyway.

I lean over her, my body molding against hers, so flush that when she shivers, I feel it go through her.

“Let this be your first lesson. The harder you fight, the tighter the leash.” My mouth brushes the shell of her ear as I drop my voice to a low murmur.

“Now count with me.”

She squirms, glaring at me over her shoulder. “You run a casino but you can’t count without help?”

“Ten.” I bring the flat of my hand down on her ass in a resounding slap.

“Have you tried using your fingers?”

“Ten.”

She winces at the next slap, her eyes narrowing to slits. “You’re not seriously going tospankme whenever I?—”

“Ten.” I don’t hold back on the next one. She cuts off with a shocked gasp, but her glare returns instantly.

“If this is what gets your motor running, then you’re in serious need of a shrink.” She lets out another gasp as my hand connects with her ass, and it’s more satisfying than the hot sting on my palm.

Christ, why does her defiance feel so addictive? I struggle to keep an even tone as I grate out, “Keep going, kitten. I’ve got all day.”

“Okay! Fuck! Ten! Although technically it should already be seven?—”

“Nine.”

“Nine!”

I give her another eight hard slaps, my dick growing harder the more desperate her voice becomes.

“One!” she yelps on the last one, reaching behind her to rub her red cheeks. “Feel better now, asshole?”

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