Bend over the desk, little pet.

**Ivery Clark POV**

A gasp tore from my lips as Alrigo pushed me near the huge desk, startling me. “W-what are you doing—”

"Bend over the table, little pet. Right now."

I stiffened, my pulse spiking in sheer terror. "What?"

“I said bend over. *Right now*. You made this mess. And now, you're going to pay for it.” His voice was calm, too calm, which only made it more terrifying. 

"I didn't mean—"

"Didn't mean?" He let out a humorless chuckle, one that held no warmth. “Cut the crap. You meant every *fucking* thing.”

“And now I'm going to show you that this isn’t a place where you get to do as you please. This isn’t your home. This is my house. My rules. Nobody disrespects me, Ivery. Not in my house. Not ever.”

"Please," I whispered, panic rising in my throat. "I—I won't do it again.”

"You should have thought about that before you disrespected me." His dark eyes burned into mine. "Before you wasted my time. Before you cost me money.”

My breath came in ragged gasps. "You can’t—"

"Oh, I can," he murmured, leaning in so close I could feel the heat of his breath against my ear. "And I will.”

I clenched my hands into fists. "Look, I—I'll listen! I'll follow the rules from now on, I promise—just don't—"

"You should have thought about that before you crossed me." His grip tightened just a fraction. "Last chance, Ivery. Either you do it, or I make you."

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I bit them back. And in the moment I realized—Alrigo never made empty threats.There was no escape. Not from him. Not from this.

Slowly, with a shaking breath, I lowered myself over the table.

And the moment my chest hit the cold desk, I knew I had made a mistake. The skirt I wore rose up and Alrigo was right behind me, too close. 

I could feel every hard inch of his muscular front from behind, the strength that radiated from him, so unyielding and firm that it sent a shiver through my body. God, this was maddening.

I bit down on my lip, every nerve in my body alert to his movements. My mind screamed at me to push him away, to fight back—but my body betrayed me, locked in place by the sheer force of his dominance.

And I could almost feel the weight of his gaze, lingering on my almost exposed panties  as if savoring the moment before he finally acted. 

My fingers curled against the polished wood of his desk, gripping onto anything that could ground me, anything to remind myself that I needed to resist.

But my body betrayed me.

Alrigo made a sound in the back of his throat, something like a chuckle, something full of dark amusement. Then he leaned in, his lips brushing dangerously close to my ear.

"You're awfully quiet now," he murmured. "What happened to all that defiance?"

I swallowed, struggling to find my voice. "I—"

His fingers slid lower, brushing against my waist, possessive. "Not so quick to talk back when you’re in this position, huh?"

I tried to push off the table, but his hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, pinning me. "No. Stay where you are."

"Please," I whispered, panic rising in my throat. "I—I won't do it again."

"Do you think sorry is enough? Do you think a single apology erases the damage you've done?"

I shook my head frantically. "No, but—"

"But nothing," he cut me off sharply. "You're going to learn how things work in this mansion. There are rules. My rules. And you will obey them."

Alrigo’s hand slid lower over the globe of my ass, his fingers brushing against the thin fabric of my panties, and I couldn’t stop the way my body reacted — a sharp, breathless gasp escaping me as his touch sent a shock of heat straight through my core. 

“I'm going to spank this bratty round ass and you're going to take it.” His fingers moved deliberately over the damp material of my panties, making me tremble against his desk. 

I felt the shame mix with this foreign feeling, the helpless thrill of being at his mercy. I wanted to squirm away but I held still, caught between the thrill of the unknown and the fear of how far I’d let myself fall.

“One for ruining the documents and costing me millions. Two for fucking ruining the entire room.” His fingers pressed more firmly, tracing the edge of the fabric, the heat of his touch seeping through to my pussy.

I bit down on my lip, hard, trying to hold back the soft whimper that was threatening to escape as his fingers explored me so intimately.

“Three, for the audacity to plan everything without knowing the consequences. Four for acting cocky in front of your only master.” Alrigo murmured, his voice low and rough, vibrating through me.

"Nobody talks to me like that. And I'll teach you...what happens to bad little girls with dirty, filthy mouths." He growled, his voice transposing more dangerous, more predatory. 

"I'm going to give you four spanks and you're going to count it, Ivery." He leaned closer, his breath hot against my back, "Unless...you want the count to go up."

Alrigo's hand lifted, and for a brief, tense moment, all I could do was wait, my skin tingling in anticipation. 

Then it came—sharp, firm, and sudden—a stinging smack landing across my bare skin. I gasped, the sensation jolting through me, pain and heat spreading across my ass, making my toes curl.

Oh god.

I sucked in a breath, my body jerking at the sudden jolt of pain. It burned deep, the sting sinking into my flesh, and my eyes watered from the intensity of it.

"Count...ma bella." he commanded, his voice deepening with a low growl. 

"O..One." I breathed, my voice trembling as I tried to steady myself. The sharp pain radiating outward, making every nerve ending scream in response. 

The next spank came down harder, sharper than the first and I couldn’t stop the cry that ripped through my throat mercilessly.

"Count..or do you want it to go up?" He commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

"Please..." I choked out, my voice trembling as I fought to maintain my composure. 

“Please, what?” His fingers paused, hovering just on the edge of my ass, his voice, dark and teasing, dripping with challenge.

"Please no more. I..I can't take it anymore. It hurts." I whimpered, the plea tinged with desperation. 

“Stop? Do you think begging will save you from being punished like the naughty girl you are, Ivery?” His voice was almost a growl, rich with authority, drawing out the words like a lion playing with its prey. 

"How will you learn from your mistakes if I let you go? You need to know the consequences for acting recklessly. This is something I can’t let go unpunished.” 

"But I didn't do it on purpose! I didn’t know the papers were valuable.” I shrieked, a cry slipping past my lips before I could stop it.

"And that's five." 

"What!? Why?"

"Six. Talk back to me like that, count will increase more." 

"You're sick—" 

"Seven." 

“Why you—”

“Eight.”

I open my mouth to say something, but soon seal it shut, realizing that whatever I say will only worsen my state.

Damn him. 

"Go on, Ivery. I'm very much interested to see how far the number will go up. I don't mind having a long punishment session with you if you keep up with this.” His tone was dark, seething with a wicked kind of amusement that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. 

I couldn’t see his face, but I could imagine the smirk that accompanied his words, the satisfaction he took in my submission.

And this was going to be a hell of a ride—one I wasn’t sure I’d survive.