Chapter 5

Sara

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" I was tingling all over, trying to keep my irrational thoughts in check.

My pulse was racing, my legs still trembling.

"From now on, you will address me as sir and only speak when spoken to. Is that clear?" Mr. Saint asked. The look on his face was dark, commanding.

I was more than flabbergasted, shocked when I found myself following his command. He was testing me. That had to be it.

Once I was on my knees, he seemed to be inspecting me again, folding his arms as he cocked his head from one side to the other. He walked all the way around me with his arms folded.

"I'm going to explain the rules to you. Then we'll handle the necessary discipline for being late."

When I jerked up my head, starting to object, he threw out his arm and a single finger.

"Obedience is the key here," he growled, the sound like smooth velvet being brushed across my skin.

"Yes, sir."

"Lower your gaze and place your arms behind your head." His voice was dark and demanding, connecting with something inside I couldn't understand.

My willingness to comply.

This was crazy but kind of sexy, something I certainly couldn't tell my friends about. When my face was lowered, my hands touching the back of my head, he exhaled.

He was still right in front of me, his aftershave of fresh cut timber and exotic spices easily able to make me swoon. I had no clue what he was going to do but found my nipples hardening the closer he came. Hold on. Was the bulge between his legs even thicker?

Before I'd obeyed his somewhat ridiculous command, an unusual wave of desire had hit me from just glancing into his eyes. With his sandy hair, wisps falling into his eyes, and his whiskey-colored eyes, one would think he'd appear like the epitome of an all-American male. But everything about him screamed of danger.

And seduction.

As he caressed the side of my face, his gaze offered more approval. "Yes, you are quite lovely. How old are you?"

"You can't ask that."

"I can do anything I want. This is my house and I paid for your services."

I was utterly confused. Did this mean I'd gotten the job? "I'm, um. Twenty-two. How old are you?"

He seemed amused that I'd dare ask him a question. "Old enough. Remember, only speak when spoken to."

I wanted to argue with him that he had spoken to me. Instead, I concentrated on the colorful dragon artwork once again, trying to keep my breathing as even as possible. The image of the stunning piece of art lingered in my mind as his closeness sent several rounds of electricity into my system.

He took several deep breaths before lifting my chin with his index finger, peering down at me as if I was his prey for the evening. Everything about him screamed of danger and seduction, but instead of becoming determined to run away, I was pulled into a sweet vacuum of need.

For a few seconds, neither one of us made a single sound, the shimmer in his eyes all I could concentrate on. I'd buckled easily under the pressure, acting as if I could be controlled. Whoa. Hold on. This was about a job interview. Right?

I was about ready to clear my throat, clarifying my existence when he rubbed his knuckles down the side of my face. "You can be a very good girl. I'm pleased. Now, we need to handle the issue of your tardiness, a serious infraction." He concentrated his gentle efforts on my jawline, still studying me as if unsure what to do with me.

"Um. I'm sorry but?—"

As he'd done before, he stopped my excuse in mid-sentence, placing his index finger over both of my lips. "Shush. You are truly perfect in every way, exactly what I need and what I ordered."

Perfect.

I was strangled by all the words I wanted to say, fighting the good girl inside of me. Everything about the man was intoxicating, which was by far the most dangerous aspect of the moment. It was obvious he'd mistaken me for someone else, but try as I might, I couldn't break the seductive spell.

Why? Because I simply didn't want to.

No matter how dangerous or illicit this was.

I suddenly had no voice, which wasn't like me in the least. "What punishment?" I finally managed, breaking the hypnotic spell.

The professor took a deep breath before answering. "You don't like following the rules. That could become a problem I'll need to correct. However, I'll answer your question. I do things the old-fashioned way, which I find much more effective." His strong fingers gripped my jaw, his expression now turning stern. "Disobedience requires exacting punishment. I'm going to spank you."

"Excuse me?" There was no way I'd heard him correctly. Women weren't spanked any longer just like children weren't. Right? "You aren't serious."

The flash in his eyes was full of heat and longing, so much so my heart was driven into my throat.

"I'm very serious. When anyone breaks the rules, they deserve punishment. I know you'd prefer to be a good girl. Wouldn't you, my little fawn?"

I was torn by the longing to tell him what I thought of his suggestion and wanting nothing more than to hear his words of praise again.

My entire body was mush but he easily guided me to my feet, his eyes now hooded as he allowed his heated gaze to fall once again. Only this time, I could sense what he had on his mind.

Fucking me.

My stomach twisted, the knots forming threatening to turn the butterflies into full blown nausea. His actions became slightly rougher as he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my lips, the flicker in his eyes full of fire. When he pushed my lower lip down, slipping his thumb inside, I immediately flicked my tongue back and forth across the rough pad. The taste was tangy, as if he'd just indulged in a glass of whiskey and a smoky cigar.

I was on my feet, swaying slightly from his ability to control me with such ease. "Yes, sir, but I don't think you understand."

"Oh, I do," he said, the slight shake of his head causing something to erupt deep in my core. "You prefer being a bad girl. I assure you that I'm the kind of man you will surrender to. You're undisciplined and in need of significant training, but I do enjoy a challenge."

What? What?

"I'm sorry. There's been some huge mistake."

"You replied to the ad?"

"Yes," I insisted, "but isn't anything like what I'd expected."

He lowered his head, taking the kind of deep breath that indicated he was enamored with my choice of perfumes. Maybe it was too much, enticing some beast deep within.

"It never is, little one." With that, he captured my mouth.

I'd been kissed before, starting when I was sixteen years old, Jason Woodbridge, the captain of the varsity team dragging me behind the bleachers, but this… this was a roar of passion that could only be described as sinful and filthy, leaving no doubt as to what else the man had planned for me.

While my initial response was what I would have expected, trying my best to shove him away, it was the inner whisper of my hungry psyche that troubled me.

My knees were knocking, my pussy throbbing.

And at this point both breasts were aching, longing to be plucked and sucked. Maybe I'd had one too many fantasies about the reclusive man for my own good.

As he swept his tongue inside, bypassing my halfhearted attempts at thwarting his advances, I was surprised my legs hadn't given out. I was lost in the moment as he crushed me against his heated body, the way his light beard scraped against my chin and jaw provocative. The man oozed sex appeal, so much so I was fearful I'd never be able to think straight again.

Everything about the man consumed me, pushing limits I didn't even know I had. Still, a tiny rational part of my mind, what little was left, screamed nothing good could come of this.

But he was having it no other way, drinking from my mouth as only a predator would do. Now I was clenching my fingers around his soft shirt, jutting my hips forward until his groin was pressed against mine. Dear God, the man was hard as a rock. I sensed he was used to taking what he wanted, although I'd never seen that part of him before.

Maybe all the delicious and very dark thoughts about him were true.

He wasn't just dangerous. He was the epitome of a true savage. I wasn't used to feeling such intense sensations, electricity scouring through me like rocket fuel. I even purred into the kiss, the mottled moan one he captured with ease.

As he raked his hand over my shoulder, crawling his fingers down my back, I continued to fight the urgency to run while attempting to breathe. For all the wicked fantasies I'd had about the man, nothing had prepared me for his level of domination.

He fisted my hair, tugging back my head at an awkward angle almost as soon as he broke the kiss, alternating between growling like some wild animal and his scattered human breaths. I closed my eyes, fighting my unseemly urges almost to no avail. Just the way he bit down on my chin before dragging his tongue across the seam of my mouth nearly set my entire world on fire.

"Such an innocent little creature," he breathed, and I couldn't fight my way out of the fog.

Everything about this was wrong but I couldn't seem to pull away from him, although I was unsure given his strength I could even if I found the courage.

He dragged his tongue down the side of my neck before breathing in my ear. "Now, be a good girl and remove your skirt for me."

"Wha… What?"

"I only spank naughty women on their bared bottoms. That enhances the element of pain."

I wasn't even certain I was breathing normally, let along comprehending what he was directing me to do. When he let me go, it took about five full seconds before I realized I was in some kind of crazy trouble that I'd likely never get myself out of unless I stopped this madness right here and right now.

"No. I'm sorry. There really has been some miscommunication." I raked my hand through my damp hair, my legs more like noodles than anything else. The way he looked at me was so insanely intense that heat rushed up from the very core of my being, flushing my cheeks. I was embarrassed and aroused, the combination becoming as dangerous as the man.

I backed away, shocked I could move whatsoever given the hypnotic effect of his eyes.

"I don't think so, my good girl. Now, come here. Do not make me tell you again."

The way he was beckoning me with a single finger as well as the continued deep rumble of his voice was so out of character, it jerked me from the allure of the man.

I wasn't certain what I thought I could do by turning and bolting toward the door, especially since I hadn't thought to grab my purse at the same time. The entire moment was surreal as I felt his massive hand wrapping around my arm, snatching me back to face him as if I weighed nothing. In all my life, I hadn't experienced such a powerful blow to my system as flames continued licking at my core.

"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."