Page 23 of The Alpha's Punishment
She shuffled across the room, putting her nose in the corner, intensely aware of her bare ass on full display. She wondered how red it looked. Her cheeks felt hot and stingy and for some bizarre reason, her pussy pulsed in rhythm with the throb there.
“I’m stepping outside. Don’t move, not even an inch from that corner. If you do, I will spank you again and this time it will be with my belt.”
She shivered, but need made her dare to ask, “What if I have to pee?” She peeked over her shoulder at him.
His eyes narrowed. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Go now, then,” he said.
She walked toward the bathroom, grabbing one side of her panties with her bound hands and trying to pull them up.
“Leave them,” he barked.
She looked over to find him trailing behind her toward the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
“Keeping an eye on you.” He leaned in the doorway to the bathroom and folded his arms across his chest.
She willed herself to stop blushing as she sat on the toilet and stared at a spot on the floor. When she finished, she wrestled with the toilet paper, the duct tape making it hard for her to wipe herself.
“Need some help?” he asked.
Was that the glimmer of a smirk on his lips? She glared at him. “No.” She started to pull up her panties, then stopped, figuring he’d bark at her again.
“That’s right,” he said, motioning her forward. “Panties stay down until I pull them up.”
She made a huffing sound and tried to walk without shuffling, back to the corner.
“Stay.”
Woof. She didn’t say it out loud.
Her boss was a werewolf. A huge, black, terrifying beast who somebody had tried to use her to kill. Why? And what would he do with her now?
She stood holding her breath as he left. Her bottom was on fire, and the humiliating position infuriated her, but she was very well aware of the fact that he hadn’t hurt her. Well, other than her backside. Considering she’d just seen him trying to rip throats out with huge, sharp fangs, that said something.
The memory of him standing shirtless over her, tearing open her blouse and examining her with concern flitted before her eyes. Even though he thought she’d tried to kill him, he’d been checking her for injuries. He’d rescued her from those men, who had been trying to take her with them.
The motel door opened and closed and she sensed him behind her.
His thumbs hooked under the elastic of her panties, sending an electric shock where they touched her skin. Despite it all—despite her terror that he was going to kill her, despite the rather sound spanking he’d given her, despite the humiliation he’d just subjected her to, her body thrummed just to be near him.
He slowly drew her panties up, an act that seemed more intimate even than if they’d just had sex. Her pussy clenched.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his breath hot in her ear. Her nipples puckered. Shivers of electric excitement ran through her body, but too soon, he stepped back. “Put on your skirt, we’re leaving.”
“Where are we going?” she asked, her knees weak as she tried to step into her skirt without falling.
“You’re not in a position to ask questions,” he said and gave her panty-clad bottom another slap.
“Am I your prisoner?”
He pulled the pillowcase off one of the pillows and used it to cover her bound wrists as he led her to the door. “Yeah. You’re my prisoner.” His voice was deep and gruff and it seemed to enter her body and send shockwaves from her core down her legs.
He led her to her car and opened the back door. “Get in.”
