I told him I didn’t want the job. Then he bent me over his desk.
Even before Rockwell Bachman hired me, this mafia boss turned billionaire businessman had already taken me over his knee and spanked me for breaking his first and most important rule.
Never tell him no.
Not when he brings me home with him, not when he pins me against the wall and makes me come until I beg for mercy, and not even when he tears off my dress and ravages me thoroughly.
But he has a second rule, too. I’m not allowed to run from him.
Even if I’m falling in love.
Author: Shanna Handel
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99
Length: 51,300 words
Excerpt
I spin around to face him. “Hey! What do you think you’re—oomph!”
My words are choked off by him dragging my body over the expanse of his hard thighs. The balls of my feet press into the floor, my hands go to the flat of his desktop, attempting to keep my balance.
He’s going to spank me.
I can’t let that happen.
Everything in me tells me to kick, fight, run, but he’s too strong and the most I can do is wriggle against his lap. Which only serves to make him give a deep dark chuckle, laughing at me and my weak attempts to run for safety.
“You can’t get away from me.” He smooths his hand over my skirt. “And in a moment, I don’t think you’ll want to, anyway.”
“I wouldn’t want to? Are you joking? What woman in her right mind would want to let a man…”
“Spank her?” His hand grips my waist. “Say it.”
“Who would let a man…” The word rests on the tip of my tongue, humiliating and—he tightens his hold on my waist. “S-spank her,” shame fills me after I say the taboo word, “spank her like this?”
“You will. Right now.” He smooths his hand over my ass again. I feel him lift it in the air. My body tenses, anticipating the first spank of my life. His hand comes down, softer than I anticipate.
And that’s not the only thing that surprises me. The spank lands in the center of my ass, sending sparks of heat over my skin. He spanks me again, a hearty smack on the right cheek, followed by a matching spank on the left. I give a shameful moan. I’ve never felt anything like this, the stinging smart that sends pulses through my pussy.
What is happening to my body? Why am I so turned on right now? I had no idea grown men even did this to grown women. Though grown is a stretch for me, but not for him.
He’s got to be almost twice my age and now here I am, lying over his lap, pinned to his hard thighs, him spanking me like a naughty little girl. And my pussy is acting like this isn’t just a-okay; it’s actually just great.
He spanks me again, harder this time, the blast of pain causing a wave of heat to course through my pussy.
“If you break one of my rules—and in this office, there are many—the consequences aren’t just limited to spanking. There are all kinds of delicious things I can think to do with a naughty girl to get her to obey me.”
My words come out a whisper. “Like what?”
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