Oakley.
It takes every ounce of restraint within me not to bend this beauty over the desk and spank her ass with the ruler until she’s so sore she won’t be able to sit for days.
I’m a sadistic son of a bitch because I know she’s not lying, but I can’t help myself. The darkness inside of me demands I make her hurt, punish her for being the offspring of the two people who tore my world apart. And yet, there’s a small part of me that wants her close, begging me with those beautiful, bright hazel eyes to stop.
“Are you ready to tell me the truth?” I ask, halting my assault on her red palms.
Her eyes narrow, and she holds my gaze without a word.
“Do I need to take this punishment a step further?” I ask, searching those eyes for fear.
If she fears me, she doesn’t show it. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
I narrow my eyes. Eva seems so unaltered by the pain I’ve inflicted. There’s a part of me that is desperate to push her more, see how long she will hold out, and I’m so close to following that instinct. Everyone has a breaking point, and I want to see how long she will take the moral high ground.
“I’ll give you one more chance, Eva.”
Her eyes narrow. “Or what?”
It’s as if everything she says is designed to bring my darkness to the surface. “I’ll hike up your skirt and paint your ass red until you tell me the truth.”
Her jaw unhinges, eyes going wide-finally reacting to me, even if it took longer than it should have. “Are you insane?”
I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at her to make her realize how serious I am. “Bend over.”
Eva’s throat bobs softly, and her nostrils flare as she shakes her head. “I’m sorry, but that will not happen.”
Despite the fear flaring in her hazel eyes, her voice is as calm as ever. “Don’t make me ask twice, Eva. You will not like what happens if you do.”
She moves suddenly, jumping to her feet and rushing toward the locked door of my office. Her entire body stiffens when she tries the handle, remembering that she saw me lock it.
“What are you doing?” I ask, moving toward her.
My cock is harder than a rock, tightly confined in my boxer briefs. It’s highly inappropriate that I locked us in here together, let alone asked her to bend over for me. “If you don’t bend over my desk in the next five seconds. I’ll strip you bare and tie you to it,” I growl.
Her eyes are wide as she turns around to face me, looking shell-shocked by my threat. “Are you being serious right now?”
The question feeds my rage as I stalk toward her. “Did it sound like a joke?” I growl, snatching hold of her wrists and yanking her into me.
A gasp escapes her plump lips as she shakes her head. “I’m telling you the fucking truth. You’re being an asshole for not believing me, just like my parents.”
“What did you call me?” I glare at her.
Her throat works as she swallows hard at my tone, and she doesn’t repeat what she said.
“Bend. Over. Now.” I clutch her wrist tighter between my fingers. “Final warning. I won’t ask again.”
Her cheeks pale as she nods slowly, as if only now realizing how serious I am. Each step she takes toward my desk is hesitant as I watch her walk away before glancing over her shoulder.
I don’t waiver as I hold her gaze.
Eva bends over my desk, trying to hold the hem of her skirt down over her ass. She fails.
My cock strains against the zipper of my confining suit pants at the sight of bare skin and a narrow strip of black cotton. I grind my teeth to avoid groaning as I step toward Eva, who is trembling.
Once I’m a foot away from her, she finally speaks, “Sir, this isn’t necessary.”
I smirk, as she has a lot to learn when it comes to discipline. “It’s necessary. What did I tell you to call me, Eva?” I ask, lifting the hem of her skirt all the way to rest on her back with the edge of the ruler.
I can’t stifle the soft groan that escapes my lips at the sight of her thong and her practically bare, perfect, firm ass.
“Oak,” she murmurs. “Please, don’t do-”
I bring the ruler down on her left ass cheek hard and fast, silencing whatever plea was about to escape her plump lips. And then I do the same on her right ass cheek. Both times, she squeals in pain. “Oak, please stop,” she mutters.
I draw in a deep breath. “Why? Are you going to admit the truth?”
“Never,” she spits. That feisty fire I’ve grown to enjoy resurfacing as fast as it disappeared.
I spank her ass with the ruler harder, twice on each cheek in quick succession.
She whimpers, her thighs trembling.
I narrow my eyes as I notice a wet patch forming right between her thighs, telling me this is turning her on, although it’s supposed to be a punishment.