“I can see we’re going to need to do things the hard way.” The man was like the perfect beast, whisking me off my feet in seconds. As he tossed me over his shoulder like a bag of feathers, I was shocked to the point of being unable to move.

  Finally, the girl with some resolve and rationality finally surfaced once again and I pummeled my fists against his back.

  As if my actions proved to be anything but futile.

  “I suggest you stop fighting me or the punishment will match your actions, which means it’ll be something that lingers with you for a very long time.”

  Maybe he was just trying to prove a point but when he cracked his huge palm down on my backside, I was jarred into realizing this was real and not a dream.

  All I could do was suck in my breath, fighting the embarrassment and shame as it continued to roll through every cell and muscle. Sadly, it wasn’t that he’d mistaken me for being someone else, which was obviously the case. It was from the way he made me feel in his powerful hold.

  As if I was a princess wanting nothing more than to surrender to her prince.

  I was dizzy, hating yet adoring the way I felt in his strong arms.

  He plopped me down in front of his desk seconds later, gripping both sides of my arms as he peered down with a harsher look than before. “I do adore a submissive with as much spunk as you have, but I’m short on patience tonight. I simply need you to comply with my commands as stated in the contract.”

  Contract? Oh, God. He truly didn’t recognize me at all. He thought he’d bought me for the night, some sicko contract with an escort service or something. I fought hard not to panic yet having never been in this kind of situation, I didn’t seem capable of responding quickly.

  Easton cupped the side of my face, his smile comforting, adding another layer of praise to what he’d said to me before. This shouldn’t feel so natural, his actions so inviting, but I was lured into a dark space where nothing else existed. He casually rubbed the rough pads of his fingers across my skin, nodding as if providing approval.

  “Much better. Now, why don’t we get the spanking over with? Hmmm? Can you be my very good girl for a little while longer?” When he snaked his hand to my throat, squeezing with just enough pressure I was reminded this was his house and he was very much in charge, I did what I could to hold back tears.

  I’d never wanted a man to dominate me in any way, shape, or form yet every fantasy had entailed unspeakable actions. The dreams had become my private space for the only true adventure I’d allowed myself over the years.

  Why was I nodding in affirmation?

  “Excellent. Remove your skirt and panties while I find the most suitable implement to use.”

  Everything he was saying made it seem like we were both in a vacuum. He kissed my forehead before backing away, allowing me another swooning moment. He had an incredible way of making me feel warm and special, not like a girl he’d hired off the internet for her unscrupulous services.

  He gave me another nod of approval and backed away, allowing me space. I licked my dry lips, glancing toward the door.

  “There is no method of escape, good girl. I will see to it that you don’t.”

  For any other woman on my position, perhaps she would have told him off right then and there, but the draw to the man was simply far too powerful. I was still trembling all over, fighting the division with me of fleeing versus staying but the bad girl side of me won out.

  I’d likely never be able to share such dark passion with anyone ever again.

  This was sinful and forbidden, about losing all my inhibitions, which was something I’d become certain would never happen. So why not live out a decadent fantasy? I was still frozen for a few seconds, attempting to reconcile my decision.

  He tipped his head over his shoulder, shaking it in a disapproving way. “I don’t think you want me to remove your clothes for you. Now, do you, good girl? Why rip to shreds something so lovely?”

  The fact he hadn’t bothered to ask my name or provide any proof of who I was screamed volumes about the man and his behavior.

  He’d done this before, whatever service he’d contacted his go-to source.

  “No,” I said quietly.

  “No?”

  I immediately realized my faux pas. “No, sir.”

  “Better. When you’re finished undressing, lie across my desk, spread out your arms and grip the edges.”

  The sound of his voice continued to echo in my warped mind as I fumbled with the button and zipper on the back of my skirt. The melodic music was slightly comforting, but I continued to realize this would be a huge mistake. It would seem there was no turning back now. Maybe that helped provide the courage I needed to fight the tight material of my skirt as I attempted to drag it over my hipbones.

  I could swear the water had made it shrink. I closed my eyes as I finished, forced to yank off one stiletto then the other. As I took several deep breaths, trying to get control of myself, I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my thong.

  Why in God’s name had I chosen to wear a skimpy pair of panties tonight? The answer was far too obvious. Because I hadn’t wanted panty lines to show.

  My throat started to close as the wafting of air from an open vent blew across my throbbing pussy. I’d been hot and wet from the moment I walked in, and it had nothing to do with the wretched storm.

  As hysterical as it sounded, I was thankful I’d worn a sexy color, as if that should matter in the least. I was as thrown by my mechanical reaction as I was to the entire situation, finding myself poised over his ornately carved wooden desk as if this was a regular occurrence. As I’d done before, I allowed my tongue to sweep across my bottom lip only, trying to ease the dryness.

  And I couldn’t resist snatching a quick look at his rounded butt, struck by how much the worn denim caressed his buttocks. No man should appear so sexy in casual attire. That wasn’t fair to the female species.

  My cheeks were burning when he turned around, catching me gawking at him. I quickly averted my gaze, digging my fingers into the edge of the wood. Later, I would ask myself why I had allowed this to happen, but right now, all I could concentrate on was the level of excitement continuing to build like a wall of fire.

  He took his time with his approach, which only added to the heightened level of anxiety. I’d never been spanked a day in my life. This was insane, not something any woman could care for. Well, I knew some women preferred a man with a firm hand, but I wasn’t one of them.

  Or was I?

  Another jolt of reality hit me and I jerked up from the table. Sadly, my legs remained like noodles, refusing to cooperate. “You can’t do this.”

  “I can and I will.” He pressed his hand down on the small of my back, waiting until I stopped fighting him before yanking my blouse up by a few inches. “I’m certain you don’t want me to start over so maintain your position.”

  I wasn’t prepared for the sharpness of the sting as he cracked whatever he had in his hand down on my backside. All I knew was that it stung like a mother, my entire body shaking.

  “Oh, God. There’s been some… mistake. You can’t be. I mean…” I couldn’t even put a coherent sentence together at this point. All my senses were alive, electrified from the very taboo moment as well as being this close to the man.

  “No mistake, my good girl. You deserve your punishment and deep down inside you know that.” He brought down the method of pain three more times and only then did I realize it was some kind of strap, but he was still wearing his belt.

  Suddenly, it dawned on me that he had a cabinet full of items to punish a bad girl with. Who did that kind of thing? I remained shocked as the spanking continued, my body jerking with every brutal strike, my mind barely processing what was happening.

  However, the fact I was completely and utterly aroused make me sick inside, repulsed at myself. I’d never felt so vulnerable, so out of sorts.

  This was crazy.

  Utter madness.

  But I was panting as if I was enjoying it.

  Maybe I was.

  He was providing me with harsh discipline with much more force than before, the movement shoving me into the desk. I was clawing the wood, whimpering like a child with every distinct strike. The combination of pain and pleasure was disturbing, so much so I was lost in a heavy fog of emotions and desires.

  When he stopped for a few seconds, caressing my enflamed skin, I tried to push up from the desk all over again, finally noticing our combined reflection in the window. I was even able to catch his eyes as he caught my gaze.

  The man was nothing but an animal.

  He returned to his task, cracking down the strap with fervor. I had no idea how many he issued but finally, he placed the strap down by my head and I could breathe again, thinking the ordeal was over.

  When I pressed my hands against the desk, no longer able to feel my legs, suddenly both of his hands were placed on either side of me.

  “Not so fast, my good girl.”

  “Why?” Why had I dared to ask? It was like poking a bear.

  “Because you’re mine for the night.” What was I hearing? Was he unzipping his jeans? Oh, God… I struggled to look over my shoulder and when I did, I was stunned at the sight of his big, beautiful, and very thick cock. It was throbbing.

  It was purple.

  And the sight of something so glorious made my mouth water, the rush of adrenaline and need nothing I’d experienced before.

  His? Was he kidding me? When he gripped my hips, pulling me further away from the desk, I felt something hard pressing into me. This was real. He was going to fuck me. Denial of what was about to happen swept through me, all thoughts about how painful the spanking had been gone. What was I supposed to do?

  What did I want to do?

  The answer was as horrible as the moment should be.

  I wanted him to take me brutally.

  When the tip of his cock was pressed against my already swollen pussy lips, I sucked in and held my breath. This wasn’t about being gentle or a gentleman. This was about a man taking a woman he’d purchased for the night.

  As he thrust the entire length of his cock to the hilt, I let out a strangled rush of air, a whimper that would rival the roar escaping his throat.

  “Yes, my good girl and all mine.”

  CHAPTER 6

  Easton

  Mine.

  I’d used the possessive term loosely. I had no intention of keeping her other than for a few hours, which is what I’d paid for. In a town where appearances were everything, my entire family’s lives dissected like winged insects on a regular basis, I’d chosen to hide behind a veiled curtain of anonymity with every aspect of my life.

  Including with what I preferred from a woman.

  Total obedience.

  Complete surrender.

  Although I had to admit I enjoyed the way the little spitfire was acting more than I had any of the women I’d indulged in before. Granted, it had been close to a year since I’d allowed myself to enjoy sins of the flesh.

  Still, as she continued to struggle, I was drawn into wanting to lay claim to her, which was ridiculous but was pulling me out of my usual thoughts. Everything about her was flirty, her feigned innocent approach exactly what a bad man like me enjoyed.

  While she had the face of an angel, she had the body of a vixen, perfect in every way.

  I’d been busy with work, not necessarily as a professor either. I could teach classes in my sleep given the garbage itinerary they’d forced on me. It was definitely time for a little R & R.

  What I’d become more interested in over the years was the corporate world of the Saint Corporation, much to the surprise of my brothers.

  As the luscious girl shuddered beneath me, I realized I’d buried my cock inside her tight little pussy to the hilt. She was moaning and wiggling, even clawing my desk as she’d done before. Her practiced innocence was a lovely bonus to what I was usually provided. The secretive and very expensive company I’d used for years had obviously kicked up their services a notch or more.

  “Tight,” I muttered and pulled out, driving into her again. While she wasn’t a virgin, her channel was as tight as I’d felt in a long time.

  Maybe ever.

  When she bucked hard, it only drove my shaft deeper inside. I cracked my hand against her already reddened bottom, rewarded with a sharp yelp.

  “You beast.”

  Beast. A smile crossed my face, even if her inability to follow my command should be getting on my nerves. She really was a delight. As I slammed into her again, her movement and moans increased. Her sinful actions prompted me to fist her hair at the scalp with one hand, using the other to dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her hip. She wasn’t the stick figure I was used to being sent either. She was voluptuous, her hourglass figure perfect for her youthful complexion. Even her tendrils of wet hair had aroused me from the moment I’d opened the door.

  I was becoming nothing more than some primal animal, fucking her as if I’d caught her in one of the family’s dangerous hunts. For a few seconds as I slid in and out of her wet heat, I allowed myself to envision the beautiful fawn running through the woods entirely naked, squealing as she did what she could to get out of my grasp.

  Only she’d soon learn that there was no escaping a monster like me. There was something so fresh and innocent about her. Perhaps I should have done the decent thing and warned her she’d just entered the lair of a predator.

  Too late now.

  Besides, there wasn’t a single thing in my body or soul that was decent. Not one bone. Certainly not a single thought. I lived and breathed for my desires alone. While there was something entirely too familiar about her, I was lost in the sweet release of paradise, the sound of me fucking her meshing with the demonic concerto coming from the stereo speakers.

  I could do this all day and all night long, taking exactly what I wanted until I finally grasped the brass ring of satisfaction.

  Sadly, it had been forever since I’d experienced that, long enough I wasn’t certain I could remember. Maybe that’s why I’d stopped paying the exorbitant prices the service was charging. At least she was no longer struggling with me, enjoying the brutal fucking enough her moans were breathless.

  I took a deep breath, gathering the scent of her intoxicating fragrance in my lungs. The distinct hint of vanilla and jasmine was the perfect fragrance for a woman attempting to prove herself sweet and innocent. Using my knee, I pushed her legs open even wider, enjoying every aspect of taking full control.

  The sweet girl was like putty in my hands, pushing me to the point I could lose all restraint around her. What a pleasant surprise on an otherwise shitty day. Some might say I was doing this wrong, treating her like a whore instead of a desirable creature, but I appreciated the act of sin inside my office.

  Besides, my bedroom was off limits to any woman. The room was my private sanctuary, a location where the beast could come out to rest and play. Yes, I could spend hours breaking her although that wasn’t a choice for tonight. But I’d request her again.

  After I discovered her ‘stage’ name.

  “Please. Please,” she cried pitifully, which did nothing more than flash a smile on my face. “You’re so rough. I can’t stand it.”

  “Such a pretty little liar you are. You’re soaking wet.” I lifted her head by her hair as I leaned over, noticing her eyes were already glassy. “Admit you want me.”

  “Never.”

  I cracked my hand down on her bottom three times in rapid succession until she yelped. “Never lie to me, my good girl. Let’s try that again.” I slowed my actions, now rocking into her as she moaned several times. “Tell me you want me and I’ll provide you with the kind of pleasure only erotic dreams are made of.”

  “Bastard.”

  The girl made me laugh, which was also very rare. “Very true. Answer the question.”

  “Fine. Yes. Yes. Is that what you want to hear?”

  “Very good.”

  No one had ever accused me of being gentle in my life. I’d taken what I wanted when it was made available. It was as simple as that. She obviously had no idea who I was or how powerful my family was, or she would either try harder or simply give in.

  A strange and very powerful primal surge tore through me, more so than I could remember experiencing. Seconds later, I was fucking her as if I was truly a wild animal, the actions jarring even to a man like me. I’d shared a connection with a woman before, but not recently and not so electrified.

  It was as if she’d been created for me and me alone.

  Maybe she had been, new to the system.

  I adored working with the organization, their regular medical tests precluding my need to wear protective rubber. I needed the raw feeling of the woman’s pussy muscles clenching and releasing, just like hers was doing right now.

  This girl was a sweet treasure, allowing me to feel something for the first time in as long as I could remember. I would certainly make use of her delicious body again.

  And again.

  She would soon learn to surrender in ways she never believed possible.

  I pulled her off the edge of desk another few inches, allowing her to jerk up from the surface, the long line of her back now arched. As I pressed the full weight of my body against hers, effectively trapping her in position, I leaned over until I could see the shimmer of light perspiration covering her flushed cheeks.

  Goddamn, everything about her was perfect.

  While her body remained tense, I sensed her succumbing to her own wicked desires. Her moans were more strangled, her eyes already starting to roll into the back of her head. When I cracked my palm on her heated bottom once again, she was shoved into the blissful moment of rapture.

  “Oh. Oh… Yes. Yes.” Her body bucked involuntarily this time, her soft mewing sounds fueling my needs. I pounded into her savagely, her tight pussy fighting the invasion as if she had any choice in the matter.