hurry. As scary as Jake was already, she didn't want to see him truly angry. She steeled her resolve. She had one focus, and that was getting out of this house as soon as possible. Then she'd stay far away from him.
And from now on I'll listen to my inner voice when it tells me to steer clear of someone.
She hated that she was in her bra and panties. Even when she was fully dressed, Jake had a way of making her feel vulnerable. She took a deep breath and left the relative safety of the bathroom, stopping just inside the room to let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. He'd turned on another small lamp, on what she presumed would be her desk. A laptop and several notebooks waited there for her. She glanced around the room until she saw him sitting on the couch.
"Come. Join me." He reached his hand out to beckon her closer. She forced her unsteady steps forward until she was a few feet away. She moved to sit on the couch, but Jake stopped her.
"Time to take the rest of your clothes off, Hannah. You will always be naked in my office."
She protested. "I haven't said yes to the job. Not like this. I'm not feeling well. I'd like to go home now."
For the briefest second his eyes flashed with anger, but then it was gone. His impatient sigh was the only indication he was growing irritable.
"We both know it's just a matter of time. I have the employment contract right here, and we'll go through it and the rules together, but we'll do it as we should; with you naked and kneeling on the rug at my feet like the good little submissive I'm going to turn you into. You have one minute, starting now. I was hoping we wouldn't need to start our relationship with a punishment, but believe me when I say I'd be thrilled to discipline you tonight. The question is, are you prepared to go home unable to sit comfortably for a few days?"
His words were shocking, yet her body betrayed her as her pulse quickened at the sound of that charged word: punishment. It had to be the drugs making her panties damp. Hannah could smell her own arousal and she prayed she was far enough away from Jake to prevent him from detecting her erotic aroma, as well. At least her brain was smart enough to panic, yet little good that would do.
Time stood still while she tried to focus on her options. Only when he indicated she had thirty seconds left did she begin to unhook her bra, letting the lacy fabric fall away from her firm breasts. Her panties were next. She'd just stepped out of them when Jake called 'time'. Relief at making it under the wire warred with the humiliation of standing naked before a man she barely knew, who was now watching her like the predator he was.
"Tsk, tsk. I'm sorry you didn't listen very well, my dear. Naked is naked. I'm afraid you failed your first test," he said.
"But—"
"Slip out of your shoes, Hannah. I'm waiting."
He looked so calm. So in control. She knew she must look frantic, and he probably liked that. Her breathing was shallow as she reached down to unbuckle her high heels, slipping them off before standing truly naked before Jake Davenport.
"Come closer. As it's your first night, I'll go easy on you. Let's get you draped over my lap now like a good girl."
Hannah stood frozen. Her legs wouldn't move. Jake's eyes narrowed until he finally spoke, his voice laced with menace. "You have ten seconds to get your fucking ass across my lap, young lady. If I have to get up to get you, I'll be taking you to the spanking bench in the corner of the room. Do you see it? Do you see the thick leather restraints I'll use to tie you down, to render you immobile? Do you understand that's where naughty girls are disciplined in this office? There, or strapped across my desk. What's it going to be?"
She hated her choices. And she hated Jake Davenport. She considered rushing to the door to try to escape, but even if she got out of the office, she suspected she was locked in the house. Would she even leave naked if she had the chance?
Her feet shuffled closer to Jake until he could reach out and yank her roughly across his lap.