Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter #2) - Melanie Martins Page 0,49
fuck off, but I don’t. Maria’s employment is at stake, and I will do whatever it takes to keep my promise to her.
I leave my sweater on the floor before reaching for the waistband of my cotton underwear. It’s not even a sexy lace thong. Nope. Just a comfy pair of knickers that I brought from home. I push them slowly down my legs, and I’m pretty conscious of the fact that he is watching me do so.
Once they are in my hands, I put them on top of my clothes and say, “Done.” But I don’t even dare to look at him. My gaze goes to the floor—it feels safer.
And I wish I were deaf so I didn’t hear him say, “Bend over the table.”
Not a fucking chance! I look in front of me at the rustic dark wood table, and then at the elephant head right behind it.
For a moment, I forget to breathe, but honestly, I would rather faint than have to look at the dead animals surrounding me while I’m bent over that table as he does God knows what.
Since I’m still conscious and alive, I’ve got no option but to obey. My heart is stuck in my throat, but I slowly walk toward the table, bending over as he asked.
In that moment, I’m expecting maybe the sound of his zipper opening, but after waiting a few more seconds, I hear only his footsteps walking in my direction and then him standing still at my side.
“Bottom up,” he demands.
My ass up? Fuck… I want to cry at the most horrendous moment in my life. Sticking my bare bottom up in the freezing air of this room, I keep my legs straight and my arms stretched out on the surface. There are no words to describe how vulnerable and exposed I feel with my bottom presented to him in this manner. I wonder if I will hear his pants unfastening now. But again—no zipper, no belt, nothing. As one of his hands rests on my lower back, I only feel warmth coming from his other palm as he rubs my buttocks in a circular motion.
“You’ve got such a beautiful ass,” he praises in a low voice, carrying the same severity in his tone. Alex keeps caressing them with such a gentle touch that it starts to make me drenched. Oh jeez, arousal starts rising between my legs at the feel of his presence, his energy, his body, and the fact that we haven’t made love for such a long time is becoming unbearable. “Mmm…” I quickly lick my lips while he massages me. Heat keeps spreading, but so does the sexual tension between us. My heart is thundering, and I wonder what the hell is going on. As I’m about to ask him just that, I suddenly feel his palm leave my right cheek, only to smack it a second later.
“Ow!” I chide at the blow.
No one—literally no one—in my entire life has ever dared to spank me! What the fuck is wrong with him?! Then there’s nothing but a light caress over my buttocks to soothe the sting. This feels really good though. But then his hand leaves my butt again, only to strike it a second later, this time on my left cheek. “Ow…” I wince, the sting rising on the other side, but so does my wetness.
“You’re gonna get ten swats for lying and eight more for your attitude this morning,” he explains, his voice strident but not angry. “Do you understand?” But I don’t answer. I can still barely believe what’s happening, and my heart is hammering nonstop, my body sweating. “Petra?”
“Yes,” I tell him, knowing if I don’t comply, Maria will get fired, and that’s definitely not an option for me. “I do.”
“Yes, please,” he commands.
“What?!” Another blow. “Ouch!” I cannot for the life of me believe he’s asking me to answer him with “please.”
“You heard me very well,” he scolds. “I want you to say ‘yes, please’ before you take the rest of your punishment with grace and composure.”
I’m left speechless at his statement. What happened to him? Was it Sebastian who told him to do this? How am I even supposed to take this with grace and composure? Saying “please” would make it seem like he’s doing me a favor. Thinking a bit more, though… okay, maybe he is, since Maria won’t get fired. Swallowing my pride, I simply repeat those words for the sake of having it done. “Yes,