Page 8 of Shades of Red

“Alley. Now,” I growl, letting her stumble over her heels on the cobblestone as she tries to keep up with me.

“No, wait—” I don’t let her finish her plea before I drag her down the closest alleyway. It’s a tight fit between the two white stone buildings, but at least it’s deserted. Fully prepared to make good on my threat, I spin her around and push her face-first against the wall. I’m careful not to scrape her cheek against the stone as I grab her hair and pull her head up to look at me.

“What do you think you were doing, Aurélie? Were you being a good girl and listening to what I told you?” I lean down and let my lips brush her ear. “Or were you being a bad girl?” I whisper.

She moans.Moans.And damnit if I’m not tempted to fuck her right here in the alley like a cheap whore I picked up off a street corner. Ignoring the pulse of my cock, I pull tighter on her hair. “That question was not rhetorical. Answer me.”

“I was going to Le Bloc,” she answers, her voice a mixture of anger and fear. It’s heady and sweet.

“And did Ispecificallysay we aren’t getting our meat from Le Bloc?”

“Yes,” she bites out. “Butyouaren’t in charge. We’re a team.” She tries to squirm free, but I press her tightly against the wall. If she struggles more, she’ll only hurt herself.

“Ah ah ah, every team needs a leader,” I retort. “And that would beme.” She scoffs, and I grab her jaw, so tempted to use my thumb to press her red lip into her teeth. “I need to win this challenge. I’m not like you. I’m not classically trained, and I don’t have daddy’s money. These kinds of opportunities don’t come up for me every day. And if I fuck this up, I don’t know when I’ll get another chance to cook in a restaurant like Dix.”

I loosen my grip slightly, allowing her space to breathe. “Losing isn’t an option for me, so stop getting in my fucking way,” I order before releasing her.

I wait for her to get off the wall so we can quit wasting time and get back to our task, but she doesn’t. She stays there, her golden hair mussed, her heaving breasts pressed against the wall, her dress slightly askew with one of the thin red straps slipping down her shoulder. She looks ripe for ravaging. And judging from the heat in her bright blue eyes, she just might be.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice husky and rough as I stare down at her.

“Waiting,” she answers, her teeth digging into her lip as she stares right back at me.

“Waiting for what?” I ask, confusion setting in.

“For you to make good on your threat.”

Holy mother of God. There’s no way. Girls like this don’t exist outside of porn. And heaven. In spite of my singular tastes, I’ve never actually done this to someone before. And no one has ever fucking volunteered.

“You want me to,” I swallow hard, searching for the right response, “you want me tospankyou?”

She nods, and the small gesture of agreement sends blood surging straight to my cock.

“Why?” I demand as I press closer, unable to resist running my hands over her body. She’s so warm; it’s a mixture of summer heat and something else entirely.

“Because I earned it,” she answers with a shrug. “You were right, I wasn’t being considerate of your position in this team or this restaurant. I won’t deny that things come easier to me, and I won’t stand in the way of you doing your best to succeed.” She looks up at me, her periwinkle eyes wide and remorseful. “I’m sorry.”

I consider her intently, looking for any body cues that she doesn’t want this. All I find is longing and need. Slowly, I nod my head. “Hold your dress up to your hips,” I command, my voice firm in spite of my nerves.

Her fingers tremble as she grasps the hem of her dress and lifts it up to her waist, revealing a pair of red lacy panties on her perfect plump ass. I groan, running my fingers over her warm, creamy skin. She’s perfect—the perfect blank canvas. All she needs is some color.

I don’t give her any warning. She’s already consented. Hell, she’s practicallybeggedfor it. Without giving myself a moment to overthink it, I raise my right hand and slam my palm against her ass. She gasps, but the sound isn’t pained; she sounds desperate and hungry. Not wanting to leave her aching, I spank her again, watching her other cheek blossom with a matching pinkness.

“Fuck, you pink up pretty,” I mutter, spanking her again and working myself into a rhythm. Her skin warms beneath my blows, and we’re both getting sweaty in the summer heat. “You’re doing so well, golden girl.” And I swear to God, she fuckingpurrsin response.

“Do you like the pain?” I ask as I continue to slap my palm against her skin. The pink is deepening now, going from rosé to a cherry wine.

She shakes her head in answer to my question, even as she moans with every spank. Even as she presses her ass back to meet every blow.

“Do youneedit?” I revise, wondering if she has the same dark instinct buried deep within her body to feel the pain like I have the need to inflict it.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice breathy and unhinged. She sounds as though she could come at any moment.

I slap her hard and fast, working her over until I get her exactly how I want her. She cries out once, a soft sob filling her throat, and I stop instantly. I leave her breathless and panting against the wall and step back to admire my work. It’s perfect, I decide. The perfect shadeof red.

I kneel down behind her, not caring about whatever filth is on the ground of the alleyway. I caress her hot skin, loving the way her cherry colored panties blend in with the scorched flesh of her ass. Feeling her shiver beneath me, I slide the red lace down her ass and legs and let them pool at her ankles on the dirty floor.

“Can I taste you?” I ask, desperate to devour her like a man dying of hunger.

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