Chapter 46 - Emily

**EMILY**

„Honeymoon?“ Emily whispered anxiously, her voice a faint whisper in the dim light of the limousine. „Is this a kidnapping?“ She felt the atmosphere around her change, grow thicker as Alexander turned to her, his eyes glittering dangerously.
„Emily!“ he hissed her name through clenched teeth, his voice sharp as a knife. The brief moment she felt the tension between them made her heart beat faster.
As she began to flutter her eyelashes, the situation exploded. An angry scream broke the silence of the vehicle before Alexander grabbed her by the neck with a firm grip. Emily gasped, unable to believe what was happening. With a single fluid tug, he pulled her across his lap and pushed her head down onto the padded seat next to his legs. The strength of his grip was irresistible and she felt his strong arm holding her body tightly.
„Alexander!“ Her protest came as a terrified scream, muffled by the thick leather upholstery. Stop, you’re hurting me! The panic in her voice grew, but he seemed unfazed. This was not how she had imagined the evening to end. He was supposed to find a new escort, but not... What did he want with her anyway?
„Alright,“ he growled darkly.
Before Emily realized what was happening, she felt him pull up her coat and down her pants, bringing cool air to her bare bottom. She stiffened, sensing what he was about to do. Then came the first blow. Hard, firm, and with well-dosed force. There was a smack when his hand hit her bottom and a slight burning pain shot through her body.
„Alexander!“ Her voice was a wild scream as she instinctively struggled against his grip, trying in vain to free herself from his embrace. Her mind raced. He couldn’t do this, there was no mention of violence in the contract she’d signed. It only mentioned escort services - not even sexual services. The man she thought was so refined and restrained had completely disappeared - replaced by someone who acted completely differently.
„Believe me, my *sweetheart*,“ his voice was now rough and threatening, „I’m going to keep hitting you until you tell me why you’ve ruined my evening.“
„I didn’t!“ Emily screamed into the pillows, her words muffled and barely audible. The burning pain in her buttocks made her breathe faster, but she wouldn’t back down. „Stop it, right now! Or I’ll tell the agency!“ Again he raised his hand to spank her bottom, and she knew she wouldn’t tell them, it would be far too embarrassing.
Alexander let out a deep, dangerously amused laugh. „Go ahead and tell them I’m spanking your ass,“ he said with dark satisfaction in his voice. „Until then, I’m going to enjoy every single stroke!“ His words hit her deep inside. His voice was not only threatening, but dripping with a lust she hadn’t expected. Stroke after stroke hit her buttocks, and with each one, the pain burned more intensely. But Emily felt something else growing inside her. The hot burning on her skin sent unexpected waves of excitement through her body, down into her abdomen, where an intense tingling sensation arose that she could barely suppress.
Her mind fought desperately against what her body was beginning to feel. *This can’t be true! He’s beating me, I shouldn’t be aroused by this.* But with each blow, the heat inside her grew more intense, her control slipping away. Her breathing became erratic, her hands clawed at the upholstery, and she bit her lips hard to suppress the tantalizing tingling and arousing sensations.
„Emily...“ Alexander whispered, his voice sounding as husky and lustful as she felt. „You can tell me now or I won’t stop.“ As if to confirm, he struck again.
Emily remained stubborn, her lips pressed tightly together. But deep down, she knew she couldn’t resist much longer - neither him nor the seething desire that flooded her. Though she didn’t want to, a powerful orgasm was brewing in her womb just because he was hitting her!
„You can hit me until your hand disintegrates,“ she forced out, narrowing her eyes. Her breathing quickened as she sensed that she would soon be unable to control her desire. She began to pant. *Concentrate*, she admonished herself, *think of a series of numbers, some kind of booking.*
She succeeded, her desire subsided, but not for long. Because suddenly she felt in her stomach that her boss found this absolutely humiliating situation extremely stimulating. His cock was pressing hard against her through his pants!
Emily blinked in astonishment and didn’t even notice that he continued to spank her ass in a steady rhythm. His hard cock was all she was aware of. Alexander Fitzpatrick was a dominant sadist who loved to spank any butt. The famous furniture designer got off on humiliating and torturing other people. The thought was so unbelievable that Emily had to grin. And then she started to laugh. Her whole body vibrated and it came out of her so impulsively that he stopped.
„Are you crying?“ She couldn’t answer because she was still laughing. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks. She hadn’t thought that her laughter sounded like crying, but he believed it and turned her around on her legs, then pulled her up so he could see her face. He stared at her in disbelief. „You’re laughing?“
It took her a moment to calm down enough to answer him. „Alexander, forgive me, but I never thought such a handsome, charismatic furniture designer could be a sadistic dom - it just doesn’t fit my world view.“
„A sadistic dom?“ His voice sounded tense, and she clearly felt that there was no longer any swelling under her crotch. Had she imagined it? Could it be that she was so sexually aroused that she *wished* he had a hard-on?
„Oh, I’m sorry, was I wrong? I’m terribly embarrassed!“ She stared at him with her mouth half open and batted her eyelashes.
That seemed to make him boil. With an angry growl, he grabbed her by the neck and forced her head down toward him. He pressed his mouth wildly against hers, forcing his tongue in. Emily gasped. She couldn’t escape him, he was much stronger than her. Worst of all, she liked it. His wildness, his dominance, the impetuosity of his tongue pushing forward into the back of her throat - it turned her on tremendously. Her heartbeat quickened and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Though her exposed ass throbbed, she could think of nothing but his breathtaking kiss. She moved closer to him, wanting to rub her breasts against him.
Just as she wondered if she should pull her pants up over her bottom so she could straddle his legs, he pushed her away with a loud curse. At the same time, he moved as far away from her as he could in the limousine - which was very far.
Emily was shocked. At herself and at him. How could she have thrown all her plans overboard so quickly? He was supposed to finish the contract with her, not kiss her with greedy desire! That was the only reason she had played the blonde fool all evening.
The little devil inside her longed for more beating, more kissing, so much more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to have his naked skin on hers, to be used by him in every dirty way imaginable. She wanted to be tied up and gagged so he could fuck her hard and no one could hear her screams until she fell asleep exhausted and powerless in his arms after a hot night. She wanted to beg him to fuck her senseless without mercy.
But Emily was the future chief accountant of Fitzpatrick Designs - *his* chief accountant. She sat across from him in a meeting once a month. She was an intelligent woman, full of pride and self-respect. No, she wouldn’t beg.
She squared her shoulders, pulled up her pants as inconspicuously as possible, and tried not to grimace at the stinging sensation. Then she looked up at the dark evening sky and felt terribly lonely. Her pride and self-respect could not warm her.