Page 14 of Tangled Control

“A-and I told you, you’re a neanderthal.”

Leaning in, but without touching her, I whisper in her ear, “What did I say would happen to girls who disobey me?” I inhale her sweet scent as I run the tip of my nose down her neck. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps and her chest heaves with her sharp intake of breath. “They get their little arses spanked…”

She grabs the edge of my desk. “Y-you’ve got to be kidding.” It’s the tone of her voice – the edge of curiosity under the anger. Fuck if it doesn’t turn me on.

“Are you disobeying me?” She doesn’t answer. I lift one eyebrow, and my lips curl. Her gaze drops to my mouth before quickly snapping back up. “You’ve got a choice, Miss Taylor. You can be agood girland tell me you’re sorry… Or you can turn around, lean over the desk…and take your punishment.”

She swallows, her eyes wide and wild – full of frustration and maybe even confusion. And behind that, rawlust.

Her mouth opens. “I—I…”

I cock my head to the side. “Well, what will it be? Apology? Or punishment?”

“I…” She licks her lips. My pulse hammers as I wait for her to continue, to say she’s sorry. She doesn’t.

She turns.

She’s chosen punishment!

Heat explodes behind my abs. The strands of hair that have come loose from her bun dance as I try to steady my breath.She turned around!My mouth’s gone dry and my trousers uncomfortably tight.

Catriona startles as I place my hands on her hips. Ever so slowly, I reach around to her front, undoing the belt of her trousers. She doesn’t stop me. She doesn’t scream or move. The thin shoulder pads of her jacket rise with each unsteady inhale as I unbutton her trousers. Then I pull the zip down, one tooth at a time.

I am undressing Catriona in my office.

The soft sound of the trousers hitting the floor echoes between the walls. My gaze follows the trail of the trousers.

Long, toned legs. Flawless, pale skin. They would look perfect with rope digging into the flesh. Binding her, restricting her. Nottoday. I place my hand on Catriona’s lower back and her body shivers as I do so.

“Are you ready to be taught some manners, hm?” I murmur in her ear. “Get your naughty little arse spanked?”

A few beats pass, and then I hear it. Her faint voice makes my hard cock twitch.

“Yes.”

“Bend over.” I put light pressure on her back. She tries to fight it, tries to fight giving up control. “Relax, let go,” I whisper.

Her shoulders drop marginally. A rumble sounds from deep in my chest as she slowly bends at the hip and leans over the desk. Her jacket and shirt ride up her back and her perfectly formed bum juts out. I close my eyes, but only for a quick moment.Fuck, what a sight. White cotton underwear with some lace trimmings slip in between the cheeks. Not too revealing, not too innocent. I lick my lips and fight the temptation to sink down on my knees and kiss her where the cotton covers her plump sex.

I shift to her side and rest one hand on her lower back. She whimpers as my other hand slowly moves from one hip to the other, tracing the shape of her soft cheeks. Her exposed skin is smooth under my fingers. What I wouldn’t do to unzip my trousers and let my aching cock free.

“How many spanks do you deserve for your disobedience?” I continue caressing her cheeks as her body trembles with each breath. Her lean calf and hamstring muscles tense. “I think twelve would be enough to teach you a lesson. What do you think?”

I stop my movement on her right cheek, waiting. Waiting.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” I mumble, a last warning before I lift my hand.

I slap down on her right cheek – not too hard, just enough to sting a little. She gasps out loud. I slap her other cheek and revel in the sight of pink spreading on her skin. The sting in my palmis pure pleasure. I give two more spanks and then gently caress her behind, mixing her pain with tenderness.

“That was four.”

Catriona breaths heavily. Despite being bent over, she holds her head high. My lips curl into a smile. Still fighting.

I’ve disciplined many women in my life – but only during scenes in a club – never as part of somethingreal. I’m lightheaded from the rush of power. I spank her again, four more slaps. Her skin shines bright pink.

“Eight…”