That is exactly how I felt
The moment Dora saw the message, she erased it without hesitation. She had chosen to trust her husband, to believe in their love, no matter what. Doubt had no place in her mind.
Her phone vibrated again. Expecting more of the same nonsense, she sighed, but her lips curled into a smile at the words on the screen.
"Still waiting for my dessert."
She typed back, "My boss is an arrogant man who will not be pleased if I do not focus on my reports."
A rush of excitement stirred in her chest, making her feel like a teenager sneaking texts in class. Almost immediately, her phone chimed again.
"Arrogant man?"
She bit her lip, deciding to leave him hanging. She set her phone aside and turned her attention back to her screen, knowing full well that she had just thrown fuel onto the fire.
"Ms. Nur, I hope the retention report I requested two days ago is ready." The sharp voice cut through her thoughts, startling her.
She looked up to find Austin Jess standing over her desk, his piercing gaze fixed on her. A chill ran down her spine. Just moments ago, he had been teasing her over messages, and now, here he was, acting all business in front of the team.
"Mr. Jess, I…" she faltered, struggling to find an excuse.
"I detest incompetence and weak justifications," he said, his voice loud enough to draw attention from across the office.
Heat flared in Dora’s cheeks as she realized her colleagues were watching. Some exchanged knowing looks, while others whispered behind their hands. Sienna met her eyes with concern, while Douglas shot her an encouraging smile.
"Sir, I will complete it by today," she said in her most professional tone, masking her embarrassment.
"In my office. Now." His voice was firm, leaving no room for protest.
Dora’s stomach twisted as she rose from her seat, feeling as though she had been singled out unfairly. She followed him, ignoring the stares and murmurs trailing her.
She knocked lightly on his door before stepping inside. "Come in," came the curt reply.
As soon as she entered, Austin leaned back in his chair, watching her with unreadable eyes. Her heart pounded in frustration. Just moments ago, he had been playful, and now he was treating her like an incompetent employee.
"I apologize for the delay. I had an accident yesterday and was allowed to leave early. Otherwise, the report would have been finished on time." Her voice was calm, measured, though her irritation simmered beneath the surface.
He arched an eyebrow. "So, you are making excuses?"
"I am simply stating the facts," she shot back.
A slow smirk appeared on his lips. "Very well."
Without warning, he stood and strode toward her. Dora stayed rooted in place, refusing to show weakness. But instead of stopping in front of her, he moved behind her. A shiver ran through her as she felt his presence close to her back.
Her breath caught when his hand traced down her spine, landing low, where it lingered in a teasing caress.
"That attitude calls for punishment, Mrs. Jess," he murmured near her ear, his breath warm against her skin.
"Mr. Jess…"
A sharp slap landed on her hip, making her gasp.
"I did not give you permission to speak," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Her pulse raced as he gripped her wrists and placed them flat against his desk, pressing her forward.
"What are you…" Another smack silenced her, harder this time, sending a thrill through her body.
"What did I say?" His fingers brushed over the sensitive skin he had just struck, his touch both soothing and provoking.
She inhaled deeply. "No permission to speak."
"Good. Will you behave?" His hand slipped to the button of her trousers.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling from anticipation.
"Yes, what?" His fingers traced slow circles over her hip.
"Yes, Sir."
Another sharp spank made her gasp, and a low moan escaped her lips. Her entire body burned, her frustration from earlier melting away into something else entirely.
"Yes, Daddy," she finally breathed.
A deep chuckle vibrated against her ear. "That is better. Now, let me remind you of your mistakes, and you will accept them. Unless you prefer a harsher punishment."
Her only response was a soft whimper as his hand drifted lower, taking full control.
"And one more thing," he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. "If you do not want the entire office to know what we are doing, you will stay quiet. Understood?"
A shiver ran down her spine, but she nodded, biting her lip to hold back the sounds threatening to escape as his hands worked their magic.
"May I speak?" she asked, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Go ahead," he said, slipping his hand beneath the waistband of her trousers. A tremor ran through her body in response.
"We are at work," she reminded him, her voice barely steady.
"I locked the door." His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, teasing her.
"First mistake, you failed to keep your promise. You owed me a kiss. Do you admit it?" His lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, marking his claim.
"Yes, Daddy," she murmured, knowing what was coming. She barely had time to prepare before her trousers were pushed down, and a sharp smack landed on her exposed skin. A wave of pleasure surged through her.
"Second mistake, you ignored me when I reminded you. Do you acknowledge it?" His voice was low, rich with authority, as his fingers explored her.
A soft moan escaped her lips, only to be met with another firm slap on her other cheek. She pressed her hands against the desk, supporting both their weights as the pleasure intensified.
"Third mistake, you called me an arrogant man. Do you accept that?" His fingers moved with expert precision, heightening her desire.
Her hands tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, her body responding to the same sensations that had overwhelmed her the night before. If she had known disobedience would lead to this, she might have tested him sooner.
Abruptly, he withdrew his touch and pulled her trousers back into place.
"You can leave now." His smirk was infuriating as he stepped away, settling into his chair as though nothing had happened.
She glared at him, still breathless, her frustration evident.
"That is exactly how I felt," he added, his tone casual, before turning to his laptop as though dismissing her entirely.
She hesitated, then marched toward him with determined steps. Spinning his chair to face her, she straddled his lap and crashed her lips against his in a fierce kiss.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest at her defiance, but he didn’t resist. Her fingers buried themselves in his hair, gripping tightly as she deepened the kiss. When she bit down on his lower lip, punishing him for leaving her hanging, a groan escaped him. In response, his hands clamped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
She moved against him, fueling his desire, reveling in the way he responded. But her triumph was short-lived. In one swift motion, he stood, lifting her effortlessly and striding toward the attached bathroom.
Kicking the door open, he pressed her against it, swallowing her sharp intake of breath as their lips met again. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, grinding against his hardness.
A deep growl rumbled through him as he abruptly pulled back. She smirked, thinking she had gained the upper hand, until his eyes darkened with something far more dangerous.
She had just provoked the beast within him.
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