Page 9 of The Count

“Please don’t ask me to leave,” I blurted out. I jerked my head up, suddenly very worried that he was going to kick me out and that my career at my firm would be over because I’d pissed off our biggest client.

“I’m not going to ask you to leave,” he answered quickly.

His gaze passed over me, darkening a bit more. The air of arousal I’d seen before had returned, except it was much sharper now. His pupils were slightly dilated, and his lips curled up in a very subtle smirk.

“Bend over the table.”

“Wha… what?” I asked, baffled. I glanced to the table and back to him, furrowing my brow in confusion.

“You disobeyed me, Mina. In my house. I’m going to punish you and then I will put you back in your bed where you belong.”

He folded his arms over his chest, and I just stood there for a long moment, opening and closing my mouth in bewildered shock.

“Punish me?” I echoed. I hadn’t even realized that I’d spoken aloud until the words were already out in the open.

“Yes, Mina. Now bend over the table.”

Every syllable out of his mouth was formidable, like the pounding of a drum in the dead of night. I found myself walking toward the table without even thinking, one foot moving in front of the other out of their own accord. I stared at the tips of my flats, watching them move and not really understanding why. Was I drugged? Was it something in the brandy?

I couldn’t be certain.

Just as I approached the table, I stopped and closed my eyes for only a second, trying to understand the rising heat in my body and the way my nipples were pebbled in my soft, wireless bra. That wasn’t the worst of it though. I knew without a doubt that my panties were wet too.

My upper half lowered down to the table. I heard him move behind me. It was as if my sense of hearing was somehow heightened. The rustle of his slacks seemed terrifying. The soft click of his shoes against the stone floor was deafening.

I didn’t know what was happening.

His fingers brushed against the small of my back and I jumped as an electric surge of desire coursed through me. He hadn’t even touched my bare skin. The high waist of my leggings separated his skin from mine. What surprised me the most was that I didn’t want that barrier between us anymore.

What was wrong with me?

He was not only a client, but my firm’sbiggestclient.

He was one of our most lucrative sources of revenue and if I did anything to fuck that up, I was certain I would be the first one kicked out the door. I chewed my lip, fidgeting from side to side as I imagined his eyes on me.

“Since you were obedient, I’m going to use my hand this time.”

Hishand?

“Wait, what?”

I pushed up, but the hand that had brushed against my lower back pressed down, pinning me over the table in an instant. I pressed a bit harder against the wooden surface with my palms, trying to get up and his strength more than overcame mine and held me in place. My mouth opened and closed several times.

He’d said he was going topunishme.

I had thought that maybe that meant that he would fuck me, that the desire in those eyes had been because he wanted to sink his cock inside me, which to be honest, I wasn’t opposed to either. He was a striking man, a handsome one, and I was a woman who appreciated that.

The hand not pinning me down brushed against my bottom.

It finally clicked.

He was going tospankme.

I had gotten caught breaking the rules like a naughty girl and now I was bent over the table about to be punished like one.

By myclient.

Suddenly, the world seemed so very small, hyper-focused on this single moment and my mouth went dry. There was no running from this. Sure, I could try to fight him the best I could, but there was little chance he wouldn’t overpower me. I could report him in the morning and likely lose my job and blow up my life over this or I could lie over the table and let him spank me like he wanted.

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