Page 61 of Bling

“It’s over,” he said tenderly. “But you get to go stand in the corner for a few minutes and think about how you’re going to do a better job taking care of yourself today. Hands off your butt,” he warned when she stood and rubbed.

Tears fell down her cheeks as she made her way to the corner. She heard him moving around again and did her best to keep her hands from rubbing her burning bottom.

When he tugged her from the corner again, he was fully dressed in his suit and tie. Standing there naked in front of him, an embarrassing wash of need rushed through her and she nearly whimpered.

“You took that really well, Doll.” His thumb caressed her cheek and wiped away a stray tear. “How are you feeling?”

“Conflicted,” she admitted.

He raised an eyebrow. “Conflicted how?”

She shifted uncomfortably. “Um. I never want you to have to spank me like that again. It felt like forever. But I’m also really horny right now with you all in your suit looking hot and powerful and me naked with a sore ass.”

His eyes glazed with lust as he nuzzled her neck with his freshly shaved chin.

“Two things,” he said when he pulled away. “Those conflicted feelings are some of the hottest things to play with in a Dom/sub dynamic, and if we had time to go to bed, I would make you come after a punishment like that. Instead, you get to be horny all day right along with me,” he said with a wink.

“What’s the second thing?” she asked warily.

He chuckled. “Your paddling was only about two minutes.”

She shuddered. “It felt like so much longer.”

His gaze turned stern as he ducked a finger under her chin. “If I have to punish you for not taking care of yourself again, you’ll get double. Are we clear?”

She nodded quickly. “Yes, Sir. I’ll do better, I promise.”

“Good girl. Now hurry and get dressed so I can buy you breakfast before you go home.”

An hour later, he dropped her in front of the safe house and kissed her cheek. “I’ll send Jeff back for you,” he said.

She nodded and rushed into the house to get the girls off to school.

At eight-thirty, she was climbing the stairs to her office feeling surprisingly light. She could still feel the remnants of the paddle, but it didn’t hurt. It was just a warm sensation that reminded her of her morning with Garrett.

As she settled into her desk, the phone rang. “Colorado Logistics, Isabelle speaking.”

“Good morning, are you Isabelle Alvarado?”

She frowned. Who would call for her? “It is. May I ask who’s calling?”

“I’m calling with The Gazette and was wondering if I could ask you some questions.”

Isabelle froze. “Regarding what?”

“Your ties to Garrett Oliver and the recent attack at his Colorado Logistics facility.”

She blew out a breath. “I’m afraid I can’t comment at this time.”

She hung up without waiting for the reporter to respond. Garrett’s blinds were closed, so she pressed the intercom button.

“Mr. Oliver, can I speak to you please?”

His voiced soothed her as it crackled through the speaker. “Of course, Isabelle. Come in.”

She pushed open the door to find Hunter sitting in one of the visitor’s chairs.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had guests. I can come back.”

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