“While I do care for you greatly, love, I’m not one to take well to provocation,” he let out half huskily half angrily as he regarded me with a passion-filled stare. I watched with rapt attention as he removed his tie and opened a few buttons of his dress shirt.
“I didn’t mean to anger you, Alex,” I told him meekly as I looked at him but wasn’t daring enough to meet his eyes.
He nodded at me. “I believe you. That being said, you still earned yourself a spanking.”
I whimpered in response, not knowing what to say to him, to appease him.
“I…” I stammered on the words. “I don’t care for Parker.”
His eyes flashed black for a second before he growled out at me, “You better not.”
And then, he sat on the edge of the bed and told me matter-of-factly as he patted his lap, “Get out of that dress and get over here, you little vixen.”
I whimpered again, in need this time around, and quickly obliged him. Seeing as the dress didn’t allow for a bra, I was soon enough in nothing but my panties. I did my best to cover my breasts and then laid on his lap, my flushed face against the bed, my ass up.
He caressed and kneaded my bottom, which earned him a few muffled moans, before telling me, “Take your punishment like a good girl, and I might just reward you afterwards.”
I let out a noncommittal sound in response.
“You’ll be getting 10 spanks. You need to count and thank me after each one. If you fail to count, I’ll start over. Is that clear?”
“Yes, alpha,” I squeaked out my response.
And thus, my punishment began.
“One,” I whimpered. “Thank you, alpha.”
I got caressed after each blow, which distracted me enough to be startled by the next one. By the time I reached 10, I was crying in mortification, but also oh so drenched. Alex caressed both my ass cheeks, soothing the sting away, before cupping my core in a manner that was undeniably possessive.
“Your juices are soaking my pants,” he all but growled out the words.
I squeaked out a sorry, not knowing what to say. I reasoned that I shouldn’t have enjoyed my punishment so much.
In one swift movement, he got rid of the last piece of clothing that somewhat kept my dignity together. “Don’t be. I love the effect I have on you.”
And with that he plunged one of his fingers into my weeping core. I immediately cried out his name, and it wasn’t long before I was screaming it, my climax so intense I couldn’t help it.
I had barely come off my high when he announced, “Let’s get you cleaned up, love.”
Since walking to my room smelling like him and sex wasn’t an option, I simply nodded my consent.
“Bath or shower?” He asked as he lifted me up bridal style. I burrowed my face into his chest and then told him that both options were fine.
“Shower then,” he said as he walked into the luxurious bathroom.
I was about to close the glass door to the shower when he interjected, “No show for me?”
I blushed deeply and looked at him pleadingly, wishing he would not subject me to that.
“Either you let me watch or let me join. You have 10 seconds to decide.”
I couldn’t see the compromise in his words, but I’d much rather have him join me than watch me.
“Get undressed and get in here then,” I told him in a meek tone of voice.
Surprisingly, Alex merely helped me take a shower, while being particularly tender, but also had me help him out. But other than that, he didn’t even kiss me.
I’d never admit it out loud, but I was looking forward to having his lips on mine. I had half hoped he’d finish what he started when joining me in the shower. Soon enough, I was drying my body with a towel and he was doing the same. I discreetly looked at his bulging and flexing muscles, and just thinking about him ravaging me had me dripping.
“I can smell you, love,” he let out in a dark and gruff tone of voice, his nose flaring as he inhaled deeply, his eyes darkening.
“I can’t help it. I want you.” My cheeks burnt with the confession that took virtually all my willpower.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, love,” he groaned. “You don’t know how much I, too, want you. But you’re not ready to be mine yet.”
“I am,” I said almost in desperation, feeling hurt by the way he was dismissing me, all because I was a virgin no doubt.
He closed the distance between us, cupped my face with his hands, and then leaned down to kiss me softly on the lips. I moaned into the kiss, feeling like it wasn’t enough. His tongue found mine and they battled for dominance.
When we parted for air, his eyes were still closed and he licked his lips sensually, almost as if he hadn’t had enough. Or so I supposed for that was how I felt.
“Alex,” I called his name breathlessly, my voice so needy, I almost couldn’t recognize it as my own.
He tugged at my hand, leading me out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom. “Stay here,” he instructed and he disappeared through a door I had failed to noticed before.
He returned in boxers and holding a shirt.
I tilted my head quizzically to the side at that. “What’s the shirt for?”
“You sleep in the nude?” He raised an eyebrow at me.
“No,” I shook my head negatively. “But since I’ll be going back to my room, I can just wear the dress back.”
And then he dropped the bomb on me with very few words.
“Spend the night with me.” Albeit worded out as a command, the tone was that of a request.
My eyes widened, and my breath caught in my throat.
Should I? Could I? The questions that began to plague me were numerous.
“Too soon?” He asked, a rueful smile on his face.
I shook my head negatively again, dampened my lips before telling him, “It’s not that. I just wasn’t expecting it. Besides, what will everybody think? I don’t want you to lose your hard-earned respect and reputation because of me.”
“It’ll be fine, love,” he said softly. “Trust me, will you?”
I thought it through before nodding at him and reaching out for the shirt. His smile had the knack to bring back the butterflies full force.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to face my parents or, even worse, his. But now wasn’t the time to figure it out.