Flawless Desire

Every last drop.

When he’s finally done, he slowly zips up his pants and pulls me off him. “Good girl,” he purrs, looking down at me with satisfaction, and I feel a rush of pride.

He reaches out, and cups my cheek, stroking softly. “Look at you,” he murmurs, lips spreading in a smug smile. “You’re trembling. You liked it.”

I flush. “Yes,” I admit, shame and delight mingling in my blood. It’s intoxicating, discovering just how far I’ll go for this man.

Just how much I like it.

Caleb’s hand trails lower, to my bare breast. He toys with my nipple for a moment, and I let out a moan, desperate for his touch.

For some kind of release.

I’m wound so tight, so turned on I think I might explode, but all Caleb does is pinch one stiff nipple before releasing me again.

“Please…” I find myself gasping, missing the caress.

He arches an eyebrow.

“I need…” I try again, but I can’t bring myself to say the words.

Caleb smiles. “I know exactly what you need, sweet girl,” he coos, his voice seductive. His eyes flashing with wicked intention. “And I’m going to give it to you. But first… First, you need to be taught a lesson.”

Swiftly, he scoops me up, and carries me over to the low coffee table. He places me down on it, on my hands and knees.

“Your little stunt in the car the other day...” he says, pacing slowly around me. The concrete is hard and cold against my skin, and the position is unnatural, exposed, but I don’t dare move.

I don’t dare breathe.

“You almost distracted me on a work call,” he continues, his voice thrillingly harsh. He trails a hand lightly over my naked back. Possessively. “You tried to make a fool of me. You tried to show me who’s boss.”

I shift, my heart racing. My head is facing down, the diamond choker heavy at my neck. I can’t see what he’s doing, I can only see his footsteps circle the coffee table, and feel the soft caress of his hand, coming to a stop on the curve of my bare ass.

Caleb pauses, and leans over to whisper in my ear. “There’s only one person in charge here, Juliet. And it will always be me, do you understand?”

He squeezes my ass, possessive.

I gasp.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes!” I blurt, clutching hold of the edge of the table to keep my balance. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“No. You won’t.”

Suddenly, he spanks me.

Hard.

I let out a shriek of surprise—and pain. My flesh stings from the impact.

“Count to ten,” Caleb instructs me. “Do it now.”

He spanks me again, and I jolt forwards with the force of the impact. “O… One,” I manage, gasping for air.

“Good girl.”

His hand hits my ass again, harder this time, and I let out a noise of pain. But then, just as fast, his hand is stroking me. Soothing the fire. Caressing softly, easing the sting.