Page 10 of Exquisite Temptation

"You don't know when to stop it, do you, little brat?" He parts his lips into a smirk. We both know he is in control here, but, hey, I like to live dangerously.

"What can I say? I'm a naughty, naughty birthday girl who likes to be spanked." Tipping his head, he laughs out loud.

A ferocious blush explodes on my cheeks as I burn in the flames of shame. Damn it, whenever I'm nervous, random shit comes out of my mouth. It's like having verbal diarrhoea.

When he stops laughing, he leans closer until his muscular thigh touches mine. "Oh, little girl, it would be my pleasure to put you across my lap and spank you until your delectable ass is bright red, and you’re unable to sit down," he whispers, his hot breath brushing against my ear.

Every muscle and nerve in my body tingles as I drown myself in his nearness and his soft, earthy, frankincense scent. This guy would be the death of me.It’s your fault. You walked straight into this one. For Christ’s sake, you couldn’t just thank him and leave it as that. No, you had to put your foot in your mouth. Now, he probably thinks you are a common floozy. Walk away, while you still have your dignity.

"I don’t doubt it will be." Hoisting myself up, I walk away without a backward glance, knowing full well that this will end badly for me.

My gut clenches with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. He will come after me, I know it. Yet, I continue marching through the crowds as fast as my legs can carry me with a plan to hide in the restroom. Storming in, I squeeze through several expensively made up girls laughing and fixing their lipstick and hair. I close the stall door and lean against it, sucking in deep breaths to calm my thundering heart. Seriously, this isn’t what I had planned to do. It was completely out of character. No, I'm lying. It’s not completely out of character. I do like acting like a brat to add some excitement and spice, but not when I first meet someone. I should have sat down and had a normal conversation about hobbies and interests, movies, books…the list is fucking endless. Well, it’s done now.You have two options, my inner submissive whispers.You can put your tail between your legs and apologize with your head down or get the hell out of here.I’ll go with option one because I'm not a coward. Plus, my membership will never be approved if I run away now. With that thought in my mind, I quickly do my business and wash my hands. Swinging the door open, I hope Christopher hasn't followed me in here.

Tough luck, girl.I spot Christopher leaning against the wall opposite the bathroom, his crossed arms bulging his muscles. Unfolding his arms, he straightens to his intimidating full height and levels his unforgiving, stony stare on me. Nervously, I moisten my dry lips, knowing I have gone too far. I open my mouth to apologize, but no sound comes out, no matter how hard I try to answer.

Twisting his mouth into a silent threat, he stalks towards me with a predatory expression on his face. "You have two options. You can leave now and kiss your membership goodbye, or you can be a good girl and follow me. Which one is going to be?"

"Option two." The corners of his lips lift into a smirk.

"Good pet. Follow me." His voice drips with authority. My stomach knots into tight coils as my feet fight to keep up with his speed.

He ushers me into a large play room with stone-clad walls, a black four poster bed, and various BDSM furniture. The red lights give warmth and an intimate feel to the entire space. Dark, guttural Gregorian chant plays in the background, electrifying the air with heavy and ominous vibes. Christopher circles around me without touching me, his intense eyes roaming over my body. My throat and skin tighten in response. Coming to a stop, he puts his index finger under my chin and raises my head, forcing me to look at him. My pulse goes into overdrive, knocking the breath out of me as I drink in his compelling black eyes, tight jawline, and high cheekbones.

"From now on, when you are in the club, you will address me as sir. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." I croak, swallowing the lump stuck in my throat as I become increasingly uneasy under his scrutiny. He stares at me with a twisted grin, obviously enjoying himself.

"If you were a novice submissive, I’d have given you a warning, but you are not. You know the rules, yet you broke them on purpose. You know you need to be punished, right?"Damn, news travels fast around here.

"Yes. I'm so sorry for disrespecting you, Sir," I whisper as remorse hits me with the strength of a tsunami. I deserve any punishment he dishes for my appalling behavior.

"No, you are not. But trust me, you will be when I'm done with you, birthday girl," he commands, his voice dropping an octave, mimicking the somber chant.

Letting me go, he sinks into the leather couch and rolls up the sleeve of his black dress shirt, exposing dark intricate tattoos. He gives me a silent signal to stand in front of him. I obey wordlessly.

"Lift your dress and take off your panties, pet."

"Yes, Sir." I lift my dress and pull down my G-string, conscious of his eyes tracking my every move. Stepping out, I leave them on the ground, as I'm not planning on putting them back on. Without warning, he grabs me and throws me over his lap, leaving me to lie there like a boneless rag doll.

"What is your safe word?"

"Oklahoma, Sir." I lay stretched out across his legs, my breasts resting against his knees and hair pooling down around my face.

"You look fucking gorgeous with your perky ass up in the air, birthday girl. I can’t wait to see it glow bright red when I'm done." His warm palm descends with a loud smack on my left ass cheek. I gasp in shock, not prepared for the sudden and stinging pain.

Before I have time to adjust, he strikes my other buttock, alternating between them, increasing the strength and speed of his blows.Holy shit, it hurts like a motherfucker. Don’t fight it, just surrender,my inner submissive coos.Fuck that, girl. Don’t just lay down and take it like a good girl, my inner brat chimes. Breathing in shallow, quick gasps, I thrash and kick, struggling to maintain my position. Christopher wraps his arm around my waist, holding me down.

"Your ass looks so good with my handprints, my little bratty princess." He slaps me twice in quick succession. I moan in response, but despite the intense pain, my nipples harden with need and moisture floods my pussy with each impact of his palm.Damn you, treacherous body!

He pushes my legs apart, smacking me hard on the insides of each of my thighs. The thudding sounds of his unforgiving hand smacking my bare flesh and my shameless, hoarse sobs vibrate through my ears. The next several swats land straight into the crease between my buttocks and my upper thighs. Rebellious tears race down my face, ruining my makeup, but I'm beyond giving any fucks if I look like a scary raccoon when he is done punishing me.

"These are the final three spanks for your punishment. You’re going to be a good pet and count each one aloud for me, and then thank me for teaching you your lesson." He hits the fleshy part of my left cheek in an upward motion.

"One, sir," I cry out, squirming as he spanks me again, fast and hard.

"Two, Sir."

"Three, Sir." He delivers his final swat to the tender underside of my cheeks. A whoosh of air escapes my lungs as relief floods through me.

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