Page 48 of The Billionaire's Secret
My palm connects with her butt with such force that her body jolts forward and she braces herself on the window. Her cheeks turn fiery. "How…how dare you?"
"Don’t challenge me."
She opens her mouth and I bring my hand down on her arse again. Her shoulders jerk; her breathing grows ragged.
My dick is instantly hard.
She turns around, bites her lips, then her gaze narrows with intensity. She makes a low sound deep in her throat. Her fingers flex. Every part of her tenses, until she’s fairly vibrating with anger.
I chuckle.
"It’s not funny."
"You're right." I draw my gaze from her hair messed about her shoulders, down to the turn of her dainty ankles. "What it is, is fucking arousing."
She pulls back her shoulders, "This is all a joke to you, isn’t it?"
"On the contrary," I flex my fingers.
She swallows.
I crack my neck.
Her pupils dilate.
"I take disciplining you seriously."
She raises her nose, "Forget it, it’s off, it’s…"
"Turn around, face the window."
She scowls.
"Do it."
She firms her lips.
"Now."
She swivels to face forward.
I plant my feet between her legs, shove them apart. Her spine arches and her shoulders knot. I wait…wait… A gust of wind blows through the open window. Her hair flows about her face. She half turns. "Why the hell don’t you—?"
I raise my hand and spank her arse. She huffs. And again. Her knuckles whiten and her face falls forward. "Stop."
"Shut up."
I slap her rounded flesh again and a low moan bleeds from her lips.
All the blood drains to my groin, my cock lengthens, and my balls grow heavy.Jesus, fuck.I’ve barely touched her, and I already want to be inside of her. I need to get ahold of myself. Need to stop her little cries from coiling in my belly, from affecting my presence of mind…Focus, focus, on her. Her needs. What she desires. Only her.
I spank her again and her entire body trembles.
Once more. Her legs buckle. She straightens, then draws herself up to her full height.
"Don’t ever question me again."
She stays silent.
