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Chapter Six

Rebecca

I expected my request to surprise him.

Shame on me.

I’d only known Bennett as a boss for a couple of months, but I should have known I wouldn’t get the upper hand with him. He was successful in business because he seemed to have a direct line to the future. Why would this be different?

“Sir?”

His hand on my neck tightened, gripping me in a way that didn’t scare me, but my pulse still jumped. Every time he touched me, shivers of delight spread through my veins. Just like in the bar when he was so close, he made me feel funny things. Unknown things.

He’d clearly scrambled my brain.

“You heard me, Rebecca. And I know you’re new, and I know you’re nervous, but if you continue to question every command I give you, you will not need your safe word because I will be gone. Obey, yellow, or red. Those are your choices. Questioning me without respectfully asking me to explain or pause or slow down is rude, and I’m done warning you. Now, if you want the spanking you requested, you’ll get it. But first, you need to stand and strip and lead me to your room.”

This man. The arrogance he wore in the office like his well-fitted suit was on fine display. But damn it. In the office, it made me want to stab him in the jugular with a pen. In my own house, at his knees, if the consistent pulsing at my sex was any indication, I wasn’t the least bit infuriated.

Damn it. I wanted this, even if it was terrifying and uncomfortable. He was explaining everything and giving me time. And like he’d reminded me, I had options.

But I was never one for backing down.

“You’re right sir,” I said, placing my palms to the floor. I rose on shaking legs. “Thank you for your reminder.”

“Beautiful,” he murmured. My hands went to the bottom of my dress. Bennett’s gaze had watched me stand and then dropped to where my hands fell. He was so close to me. His knee brushed against mine as I stepped back to put space between us.

“No,” he said, still murmuring. His voice was thick, gritty. “Come stand in between my legs when you undress.”

Oh shit. I stayed in place and he arched a brow. Damn it. I didn’t want him to leave. He’d started this crazy, swirling mess inside me, and now I wasn’t only curious to see how it ended, I wanted it.

Just once. One night. A spanking and a wild night of fucking.

I could totally do this.

I stepped forward and stood between his legs. His hands fell to my hips. “Thank you, Rebecca. You’re doing very well.”

His thumb swiped inside my hip bones. Fantastical sensations swirled in my stomach. Oh God. Just his thumbs touching me through my dress were making me wet.

I couldn’t ever remember a time, or a man, who made me feel like this. Even my handy-dandy plug-in electric vibrator never made me feel this hot and needy. And that thing was a miracle worker.

“Your Dom gave you a compliment, sub. What do you say?”

Sub.I should have been disgusted. Last week, I would have been. When Bennett said it, with those eyes fixed so deeply on me, something entirely different ignited.

Something like comfort and contentment. How odd, that.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Very well. Now strip. You can’t imagine all the times I’ve thought about your body, how many times I’ve stroked off to the vision of your ass and your breasts seared into my brain. How many times I’ve wanted to suck on your nipples, and wonder if your undergarments are as conservative as your clothes.”

“Are you always so crass?”

“Does it offend you to hear a man thinks you’re sexy?” Another arched brow. Another challenge.

And when he put it that way, no. That wasn’t what I was feeling at all.

“No it doesn’t.” Before I could second-guess myself again, before I could make him angry, I curled my fingers at the hem of my dress. It was stretchy and clingy. It also didn’t have a zipper. So I pulled it up and off me as quickly as I could, my hair brushing against my lower back as it fell.