Page 43 of Double Daddies
Chapter Seven
Double D Acquisition Headquarters, The Williams Tower
Elle
Clutching the contract between her trembling fingers, Elle watched them walk out and close the door. Her heart thundered in her chest as she sat frozen, her mind refusing to process the ultimatum they had just delivered.
“What the hell just happened?” The words escaped her lips in a hoarse whisper as she stared at the paper crumpling under her white-knuckled grip. Their receding footsteps jolted her into action. Throwing the document onto the sofa, she crept to the door. Her pulse raced as she pressed her ear against it, waiting until the echo of their steps faded to silence.
“If either of you think I’m going to become your little slave, you’ve got a big surprise coming,” she muttered. Her fingers shook as she slipped off her heels. The door opened with a soft click as she peered outside. “Good. Double D assholes are gone... and so am I.”
Without giving the repercussions further thought, her dash to the elevator was fueled by sheer panic.
The doors slid open with a soft ding, but her relief was short-lived. “Ah, shit!” Her stomach dropped at the sight of the keycard panel. No buttons. No escape. “Stairs! There has to be stairs!” Her bare feet slapped against the marble floor as she spun around, searching frantically for an exit sign.
“Nooo!” she screamed as the next moment, the world tilted as strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the ground. Her blonde hair whipped around as she was hoisted up, her stomach lurching at the sudden loss of control.
“That was a mistake, little vandal.” The threat within Drake’s voice rumbling ominously against her ear made her tremble. “Now, I get to do what I’ve been itching to do for a very long time.”
She twisted in his grip to glare at him over her shoulder. Her face flushed hot with rage. “Let me go! You can’t keep me here. This is abduction.”
“Abduction? Hmm... to the contrary, as memory serves, you’re the one who offered... and I reiterate,offeredto do anything to stay out of jail.”
Elle’s breath caught at the dangerous glint in his eyes, but she blinked fearfully at the dark look of amusement that crossed his face.
The damn asshole was enjoying this.
“Ah, you caught our little vandal,” Damian’s voice carried across the hall as he held open the penthouse door. “I surmise you are going to take the appropriate action for her little… indiscretion?”
Elle’s mind raced.Appropriate action? Little indiscretion?Were these two assholes completely demented? Just who the hell did they think they were? Judges, jurors, and executioners?
“Indeed I am.” The world spun as Drake sat down on the sofa. Before she could process what was happening, he yanked down her pants and panties in one swift motion.
“No!” Heat flooded her face as cool air hit her exposed skin. She scrambled to cover herself, but his grip was ironclad. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Ignoring her furious protest, he pushed her forward and forced her to forgo the effort to protect her decency by pressing her hands against the floor to stop herself from tumbling off his lap. Not that she would have since his large hand pressed against her lower back, positioning her firmly across his lap.
“Naughty little girls need to be reprimanded; otherwise, they get out of hand quickly,” was his only explanation.
The first crack of his palm against her flesh sent a jolt through her entire body. The sting bloomed across her right cheek, spreading like wildfire.
“Holy shit! Stop!” she screamed as each subsequent strike alternated between cheeks. The sharp slaps echoed off the walls, along with her cries. The pain radiated through her, but underneath it all, an unfamiliar heat began to build. Her face burned not just from embarrassment but from inexplicable excitement that made her dizzy. Her screams turned to sobs, but he didn’t relent.
“You never run from us, Elle. Remember this moment because the next time, it will be my belt that will kiss your cheeks.”
When he finally lifted her onto his lap, she found herself drowning in the intensity of his gaze. Behind the stern exterior, a gentleness lurked in those dark depths, but it was quickly overshadowed by the knowing curve of his lips as she struggled to control her ragged breathing and quiet her sobs.
“S-So, this is the punishment you spoke about,” she said around a hiccup, her mind reeling from the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her body.
Damian sat down next to them and took her trembling hand in his. His gentle strokes should have felt patronizing, butinstead, they grounded her. The dual comfort they offered made her almost forget about the mortification of being spanked by Drake. Almost… but not quite.
Spankings weren’t new to Elle. Her first foster father’s wooden hairbrush had been his weapon of choice, striking through her clothes whenever her ‘abhorrent attitude’ surfaced. But those punishments had been cold, clinical affairs that left only bruises and resentment.
This... this was different. Drake’s large palm had connected with her bare flesh, each strike sending shock waves through her body that didn’t just sting, they awakened a raw, animalistic need she had never experienced before. Her behind throbbed like the bejeezus, but the heat wasn’t confined to where his hand had landed. It spread through her veins like wildfire, pooling low in her belly and between her thighs while igniting nerve endings that had no business being affected by a punishment.
Each crack of his palm against her flesh had sent jolts of electricity straight to her core, making her pulse race and her breath catch in ways that left her dizzy with forbidden desire. The burning in her cheeks was matched only by the fire deep inside, a primal hunger that threatened to consume her with its intensity.
Freaking hell, no!Elle averted her eyes, horrified by the realization that Drake’s strikes had sparked an inferno of lust so intense, she could barely breathe. Her body’s betrayal terrified her more than any threat of jail time.
