Page 40 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

I gripped the underside of his jaw so he couldn’t look away. “You need your bottom wrecked for your behavior. I think you’ll like getting punished. You practically vibrate with the need to submit—a willingness to give me what I want. But you’ll also be rewarded for good behavior. Would you like to be rewarded, Mr. McCoy?”

He nodded without a thought.

“I can’t hear you nod.”

“Yes… please.”

My smile turned crooked. I had a feeling he’d enjoy handing over his body to me.

“Excellent, now be a good boy, drop your pants and underwear, then bend over the desk. I won’t tell you a third time.”

Chapter 5

Myles

God, I’d never been ‘ punished’ by a man before. Hell, I’d never been dominated by one, either. My mind flashed to Saturday night when Mr. Harrington got all growly and possessive in the bar. I may or may not have rubbed one out to his deep and commanding voice yesterday. My cock was currently hard, telling me it liked the idea of being owned by my sexy boss.

“W-what about the employees?”

“No one is here yet at this early hour. It’s just you and me, Mr. McCoy.”

Fuck. Him calling me by my last name wasn’t unusual, but now it held a sexual meaning, and my body reacted to it.

“Are you going to make me tell you a third time? I’ll just have to punish you harder.”

Mr. Harrington stood so close to me, and I inhaled his bergamot and cedar scent as chills swept through my body.

I shook my head.

“You will reply with, ‘no, sir’ or ‘yes, sir.’”

“No, sir. You don’t have to tell me a third time… sir.”

I slowly stood from the chair and reached for my belt buckle. God, was I really going to be spanked by my boss? It was strange, but yes, I really wanted it. The very idea of it was slightly taboo, which sent another shiver of arousal through me.

I dropped my opened slacks and peeled off my underwear. Here went nothing. Once I was ready, I laid my upper body across his desk.

One of his large hands pressed down on my upper back to hold me still. I held my breath, expecting the first smack, but instead, he slid his smooth palm across my ass almost tenderly, which elicited a whimper from me. Fuck, my boss was actually touching my ass. This was so hot, yet I was completely vulnerable and at his mercy.

I nearly melted, and my brain shorted out when he slid a finger between my crease before the tip grazed over my hole. “What a beautiful ass you have, Mr. McCoy. It’s so pale and smooth. It’s perfect, and I can’t wait to see my handprint across your flesh.”

My heart beat dangerously fast from the thrill and anticipation, if not a little fear.

“If you wanted me, you should have been honest with me instead of toying with me and my time.”

Smack.

The sting on my left cheek reverberated throughout my entire body, setting me on fire. While it hurt, I was completely and utterly turned on, too. Yes, I enjoyed bending over for my boss and letting him punish me.

“Yes, sir. I was a bad boy,” I replied, playing along.

He hissed at my words and fisted the back of my shirt as if to control himself.

“Yes, you were, but don’t think your words will get you out of this.”

Smack.

Now it was my right cheek, making my cock leak from the pain and humiliation.

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