Page 40 of Fierce King (L.A. Ruthless 1)

I gritted my teeth to stop myself from making some snarky comeback about where he could stick his reward. I guessed that would only make him even more angry, and besides that, as humiliating as it was to be bent over his desk getting my ass spanked, it was thrilling too.

It felt so wrong on so many levels, but it felt so damn good to have him take complete control of my body. His slaps stung my skin, but afterwards the heat that remained was warm and tingly. I could feel my pussy getting wetter with each second and that knowledge made my cheeks burn with equal parts shame and arousal.

Alejandro brought his hand down again on the fleshy part of my ass cheeks and I closed my eyes as the burning pain shot through me.

‘Now that I’ve got you warmed up, let’s see just how much that ass can take,’ he growled.

Warmed up? This was the warm up? Shit!

I braced myself for the next slap and when it landed I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying out. I didn’t want to show him any weakness. Not because of my own pride, but because I wanted him to be proud of me.

I wanted to take my punishment well for him, and that realization completely floored me.

‘Spread those legs for me, princesa,’ he snarled and I obeyed without question.

‘Your concha is soaking wet, Alana,’ he said as he plunged two of his fingers inside me, causing me to whimper shamelessly. ‘If you’re enjoying this spanking then I’m obviously not doing it right.’

I didn’t reply. I got the sense he wanted me to remain quiet. This felt like a test and I desperately wanted to pass.

He pulled his fingers out of me and then he slapped my pussy. The wet sound of his hand connecting with my dripping folds was so loud in the small room, and I hoped that his bodyguard wasn’t in the hallway. There was no way he couldn’t have heard that.

Alejandro spanked my ass, my thighs and my pussy over and over again until the whole area was burning and stinging. I cried out at the last one on my ass and the tears rolled down my cheeks. I wasn’t sure I could take any more. I didn’t mind a little pain, but it was becoming too much. I couldn’t help feeling disappointed that I’d started crying when I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t.

To my relief though, he stopped and then his warm hands were running softly over my reddened skin.

‘This ass is a pretty sight to behold, princess,’ he growled as he slid his fingers through my folds and coated them in my cream, before sliding them up the seam of my backside and circling my hole.

I was completely spent. I didn’t think I had the energy to fight him if he insisted on fucking me there, even though I wasn’t sure I was ready for that yet.

But then he leaned over me, his mouth pressed against my ear. ‘You took your punishment well, princess. Will you ever wear panties in this house without my permission again?’

‘No,’ I breathed.

He wiped the tears from my cheek with the pad of his thumb. ‘You want me to make you feel better now?’ he soothed.

My brain wanted to tell him to go to hell, but my body was desperate to feel a part of him inside me, and for him to deliver the orgasm which had been building during the whole embarrassing spanking.

My body won. ‘Yes,’ I whimpered.

He brushed my cheek with his knuckles and then I heard the sound of his zipper again before he pushed his cock deep inside me. I groaned out loud as he fucked me hard against his desk. One of his hands rubbed over the sensitive flesh of my ass, and the other slipped between me and the desk, where he found my clit and started to rub to the same intensity that he was fucking me.

It was barely a few minutes before I was screaming his name as my orgasm washed over me, rolling through my core and pulsing through the apex of my thighs.

‘That’s it princess, come on my cock like a good girl,’ he growled as he gave a few final thrusts and found his own release.

I stayed bent over the desk with my face resting on the cool wood as Alejandro fastened his zipper and belt. I felt wrung out but I wasn’t sure that I was allowed to move yet. Then I felt his strong arms pulling me up. He spun me around and brushed my hair back from my face.

‘You okay?’ he asked.

I nodded.

He pulled my dress down and smoothed it over my hips and ass so that I looked presentable again. Then he dragged his thumb over my lip, pulling my mouth open slightly.

‘The next time, you sulk like a child because I didn’t make you come, I will fill this pretty little mouth with my cock. I need you to understand that I’m a busy man. Tonight’s phone call was unexpected, and perhaps I could have been more courteous in the kitchen earlier, but there will be times when all I need from you is a quick fuck, Alana. And when I do, I expect you to comply.’

I nodded. ‘Okay.’

He stared at me, as though he was trying to read my thoughts.

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