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I had never seen Archer like this: the perspiration on his forehead, the excitement in his eyes, and the expression of pure determination on his face. This was his payback for all our discussions that had infuriated him, and all the times that Magni had given him grief because of me.
Yes, Archer was definitely enjoying this and a small perverted part of me was too. I had never been dominated by a man in my life, nor had I wanted to be. That's why it was so confusing to me that underneath the pain and the humiliation there was a sexual excitement humming through me.
I'm sick, I thought to myself.I'm truly sick.
“Seventeen,” he counted and then the last smack sounded. “Eighteen,” he breathed.
For some reason, I didn’t move. My body and brain no longer seemed connected and everything inside of me was in conflict. I wasn’t some docile and weak woman from hundreds of years ago when women routinely surrendered to the domination of men. The very thought disturbed me.
So why was everything beneath my navel molten, making me afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stand on my own feet if I got up. Why was there a pulsating humming between my legs?
Instead of removing his hand Archer started stroking my behind. “You'll be sore for a little while.” His voice was raw and strained. “I have a soothing ointment that I was going to offer Sky. Will you let me rub it on you?” His hands slid up and rested on my hips and he took a step closer, now positioned directly behind me.
I closed my eyes again, leaning my forehead down on the table, wondering what was wrong with me. I should push him away and run from the office, but my legs still weren’t responding and some ancient and primitive part of me wanted the alpha male behind me to stay right where he was and sink his fingers deeper into my hips.
Archer took my silence as acceptance and picked up a small glass from the table. His hands were gentle when he pushed the white fabric of my underpants to the side and gently rubbed the moist ointment on my skin.
A knock on the door was followed by Magni’s deep voice. “Is everything all right?” he called.
That made me snap back to reality. Pushing up from the table, I pulled down my dress, and took a step back.
“Are you okay?” Archer’s voice was soft, but I couldn't look at him. With what he had just done to me, and how he had made me feel, I couldn’t meet his eyes. My head was spinning with anger at him, and disappointment with myself.
“I'm fine!” I lied, and with my last shred of dignity, I set my chin and left the room as graceful as possible – only slamming the door a little.
CHAPTER 11
Conflict
Archer
My palm was red and warm from spanking Kya, and I was sitting on a chair looking at it when the door opened and Magni stepped through.
“So?” he asked. “How was it?”
I leaned forward, placing my elbows on my thighs to hide the boner in my pants. He had said women could get aroused from a spanking but he hadn’t warned me that it would be a fucking turn-on to be in control like that.
“It’s done. That’s all that matters,” I muttered.
Magni nodded. “Don’t worry about Khan, I’ll prepare him for the wrath of the women. You know that Christina and Pearl are going to throw another tantrum when they find out what happened.”
“It was Kya’s choice,” I said dryly.
“Yup, and it was about time one of those ladies learned that we’re not Momsi men.” He angled his head and looked thoughtful. “I’ve tried to convince Khan to give Pearl a spanking too, but he’s a softie when it comes to her. He wouldn’t even spank her when she talked about turning the Northlands into a democracy.” Magni scoffed. “Over my dead body.”
“Khan would never do that,” I said.
“What, spank Pearl or make our country democratic?” Magni didn’t wait for my answer. “It felt good, didn’t it? Dominating a woman like that?”
“Uh-huh, but I didn’t like hitting Sky,” I said and kept the thousand emotions swirling in my chest out of my voice.
“I know, but you did the right thing.” He patted my shoulder and walked out, leaving me alone with my messed-up head.
As soon as I had made sure the door was locked and I wasn’t visible through the window, I opened my pants and freed my painful erection: a testament to how incredibly hot it had been to finally put Kya in her place and have my hand on her gorgeous ass.
She hates me now!
The realization was there, but I couldn’t stop stroking my cock up and down, imagining not just spanking her, but spreading her cheeks and punishing her by holding her in a tight grip and fucking her hard. Closing my eyes, I could see it all so vividly: her long curly brown hair resting on her slim back and that amazing firm ass of hers connecting with her delicious firm brown legs.
