Page 88 of Dominion
“I know this is punishment, but…” Her forehead crinkled with anxiety.
He crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”
She turned to lock the door.
He patted his lap.
She looked around, even though his blinds were closed and the door was locked. Licking her lips, she leaned over and draped herself across his lap.
He stroked her bottom through her skirt, dragging out her time in the humiliating position. Eventually, he slid her skirt up and her panties down. Grasping the plug, he pushed it in and out of her a few times, eliciting a low moan. “This is what I’m going to do to you tonight with my cock,” he promised. “After your last spanking.”
She moaned again.
He eased the plug from her ass and wrapped it in a tissue. Pulling up her panties, he helped her to her feet. “Get out,” he said, returning to the brusque way of communicating that had earned him the nickname ‘Stone man’ at the corporation.
It disconcerted her, as he’d hoped, and she straightened her skirt, appearing off-balance as she headed for the door.
He looked at his watch. “We’ll be leaving early today. Four o’clock. Be ready.”
She ducked to hide her smile. “Yes, sir.”
At four o’clockon the dot, Ashley headed for Ben’s office door, tapping on it.
He looked up from his desk. “Ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
He closed his laptop and picked it up, sliding it into the same briefcase where she had planted a laptop bomb that might have killed him. She still shuddered to think what might have happened if he hadn’t sniffed out the plot against him.
They took the elevator to the parking garage and Ben walked her to her side of the car, but instead of opening the door for her, he pushed her against the side of his Mustang, his considerable erection pressing against her low back.
“Little girl, I’m going to eat you up,” he growled in her ear.
“I’m not afraid of the big, bad wolf,” she murmured, pressing her ass back for him.
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to get yourself fucked right here in this parking garage, is that what you want?”
Her breath caught and she couldn’t answer, the truth too tangled up and confusing to understand. Yes, of course she wanted to be fucked right then and there and the danger of being seen would make it off the charts hot. But no… no way. She definitely couldn’t face getting caught like this. “No, sir,” she forced herself to say.
He eased off her and reached past to open her door, smirking at her as she sank into the seat.
At home, he told her to wait to get out of the car. Walking around, he opened her car door and pulled her out, tossing her over his shoulder in one swift movement.
“Oomph,” she grunted. “What are you doing?”
He slapped her upturned bottom as he carried her into the house.
“Do you remember the first time I spanked you?” he asked, setting her down in their bedroom, where rope had mysteriously appeared on the bed.
She eyed it, wondering what he was up to. “Yes.”
“Yes, sir,” he corrected.
“Yes, sir.”
He wrapped the rope around her wrists, binding them together, then stringing them up over her head, looping them over the bathroom door.
Now she understood. The night she had planted the bomb in his briefcase and first discovered he was a werewolf, he had taken her to a motel and strung her up this way, taking off her skirt and whipping her with a belt.