He tugged on my cock, forcing me to take one step closer to his desk.
“Put your chest flat, head turned to the side.”
I did, bending at the waist with my legs shoulder-width apart.
“Do you understand why I’m doing this?” His tone was calm and I knew he had purposely shoved any previous emotions away. This punishment was for my current disobedience and had nothing to do with anything else. Mr. Parker was good at compartmentalizing. It was another thing that made him an effective Dominant.
It was also the reason we were in this situation.
“I’m going to count down from twenty.” Mr. Parker leaned down and nipped my ear. “And when I get to one, you better come or I’ll give you twenty more.”
It was possible for me to come from him paddling me. Nonetheless, it did require me to focus and I had to get to subspace quickly.
“Are you ready?”
I grunted again when he squeezed my dick. “Yes, Mr. Parker.”
Relaxing as much as possible, I waited, expecting the feel of the wood against my ass.
A minute passed, then another. My anticipation grew exponentially.
Smack! “Twenty,” he said, his tone even.
“Oh, fuck,” I growled as heat bloomed across my skin.
One thing about Mr. Parker, he didn’t go light on me.
Something I loved about him.
Smack! “Nineteen.”
The next one came almost immediately after.
Smack! “Eighteen.”
With his hand still wrapped tightly around my dick, I knew he could feel how hard he made me. Regardless of who had instigated it, this was something we both needed.
Smack! “Seventeen.”
Another quick one followed.
Smack! “Sixteen.”
The next few were spaced evenly and I began to drift on the high from the endorphins flooding my body. My cock throbbed in his hand, my body jerking with every brutal whack of the paddle. My mind went fuzzy and the blessed high known as subspace took over.
Smack! “Eleven.”
I couldn’t keep from moaning when he fisted my cock more roughly and another solid smack followed, then another.
Smack! “Eight. What’s your color, pup?”
“Green,” I whispered, letting the high take me.
Smack! “Seven.”
He continued, his voice ringing out after every glorious slap of the wood against my ass until I barely registered him saying one at the same time his hand tightened around my dick.
I came with a roar, my entire body feeling the electric currents that raced down my spine.
Mr. Parker’s hand disappeared and I heard him moving. A second or two later, he returned, rubbing the soothing oil over my smarting ass. It would ultimately hold the heat in for a little while, but I knew I deserved it, so I didn’t mind.
“Stand up and thank me, pup,” Mr. Parker ordered.
I pushed myself upright, then turned to face him. He gripped my face with his hand, his fingers and thumb digging into my cheeks. He wasn’t angry, but he was certainly disappointed. It made me feel like shit, although I’d been the one to provoke him.
“What do you have to say?”
“Thank you, Mr. Parker,” I whispered. “Thank you for disciplining me.”
Mr. Parker leaned in and pressed his lips to my forehead. “You’re welcome, pup.” He pulled back and stared at me. “However, don’t think for a second that you can top from the bottom ever again. The next time, you won’t like what your punishment will be. Now clean up your mess so you can get back to work.”
Well, I should’ve known the man was on to me.
Mr. Parker was nothing if not perceptive.
Thirty-Nine
ADDISON
I HAD ROYALLY FUCKED UP.
More so than I’d ever fucked up anything in my life.
And that was saying something considering one time I had set my bedroom curtains on fire when I didn’t want to live with one of the many foster families I’d been pushed upon. Needless to say, they had said good riddance pretty damn quickly.
Still, this felt decidedly worse than that.
I’d seen the understanding on Mr. Snowden’s face the other day when I insisted he leave me alone. And right there, as we’d faced off in my office, I realized the instant he’d written me off completely.
The past three days had been proof of that.
But, hey, I was used to it. I’d been written off by everyone in my life, so it didn’t necessarily surprise me.
Granted, I had been bluffing in an attempt to get a rise out of him, hoping we could figure this thing out together, but it had backfired in my face. He had called my bluff.
Although I had only insisted they leave me alone in the office, they’d chosen to wash their hands of me entirely. No more dinners with them, no more sharing a bed, no more conversations on the sofa, no more kneeling at their feet, no more kinky assignments. And no more having my outfit selected by Mr. Snowden.
What made it worse was the fact that Mr. Snowden was being so polite, even though I had verbally attacked him for absolutely no reason.
