Shark (Wall Street Beasts 1)

She was wet. She could feel her lower lips sliding against one another, and he she knew he was seeing it. He had pulled her panties down, bared her bottom, and now she had no secrets from him.

Sophie did not know how long she could take the punishment. Alex seemed to have no intention of stopping anytime soon. His palm continued to rise and fall across her ass, finding the middle, the lower seat, and even on occasion, her upper thighs which made her yowl.

“You will obey me,” he lectured. “When I tell you to stay inside, you will stay inside. When I tell you to go to bed, you will go to bed. There is no part of your life in which you will not be obedient to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” She practically screamed the word, desperate to end the punishment.

He kept spanking her, every hard slap adding to the lesson, making it clear that it was not over because she wanted it to be, and that she had no control over it. The only control she had was not earning the spanking in the first place.

“Get up,” he said sternly, taking her by the upper arm to help her stand. She rose on trembling legs, feeling lightheaded and so thoroughly embarrassed she wasn’t sure she had a sense of shame left in her.

“Hands on your head, young lady,” he directed.

She stood in the corner with her ass and pussy both on fire, her hands on her head just as he had ordered her to.

It took several minutes, but eventually he allowed her out of the corner.

"Come here, Sophie.”

She followed his orders, feeling embarrassed and small and so fucking turned on she could barely stand it.

“We need to talk. I cannot have you disobeying me out of a misguided need for attention. Yes, you could taunt me into thrashing you every day if you wanted to.”

“And that’s the only way you’ll touch me. Don’t you want me?”

“If you and I were to be together, I would…” She watched his jaw clench, and a predatory look came into his eyes. “I would hurt you,” he said finally. “And frankly, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Why would you hurt me?”

He gave her that cool, dangerous look. “Because that is what I am, beneath it all, Sophie. I like to inflict pain. I like to see my partner writhe. And you are far too sweet for that.”

“Maybe I want to be hurt too. Maybe that’s why I got involved at Apex. Maybe it wasn’t that I didn’t sense the danger. Maybe I wanted it.”

That was a lot of maybes, but it seemed to make him think.

“How many men have you been with?”

The question was direct.

“I. I mean…”

He waited patiently while she tried to work out how to answer that.

“You mean, sexually,” she clarified unnecessarily.

“I do.”

“… None,” she finally admitted.

A cool smile spread over his lips. He folded his napkin and put it down on the table.

He stood up without a word and beckoned to her with a crook of his finger, before turning and strolling into the bedroom she had not been inside because it was his territory, and she would no sooner have entered it uninvited than she would have walked into a lion’s lair.

“Lie down on the bed. On your back,” he ordered.

She swallowed, not knowing what his intentions were. Then she did as she was told. She wanted to prove that she could obey. He obviously didn’t think she was capable of matching him in bedroom intensity. She would soon show him how wrong he was.

“Spread your legs.”

Again, she did as she was told.

“Wider.”

She parted them further, feeling her underwear pull tight over her sex.

“Wider.”

Wider still she went, her legs now spread thoroughly lewdly.

She cried out as his palm swept down across her pussy, punishing her sweet lower lips, her virginal cunt being disciplined even though she hadn’t done anything wrong. She’d obeyed him, but she was still being punished.

“OW! What was that for!?”

“I told you,” he said, his eyes dark and hooded. “I like your pain. It is sweet. It makes me hard.”

She could see the ridge inside his pants, a thick, long protrusion tenting fine fabric. It was left to her imagination to conceive of the flesh inside. Her boss’ cock existed as a looming promise beneath his suit.

“Do you still want this? Knowing what I am? What I will do to you?”

“Yes…”

She whimpered the word. She would have agreed to anything to become his, to find out what lurked behind the intimidating exterior. So what if he hurt her? Life was pain anyway. At least when he brought pain, he also brought intimacy.

Poor thing. She was so desperate for his touch. But she wasn’t ready for it. And he was not ready to break her. There was still too much life in her eyes, too much.