Page 69 of The Oyabun's Boy

"Not now, Joy," he said, his voice carrying that dangerous edge that meant someone would be bleeding before sunrise. "I need to handle this situation."

I ignored him, sauntering toward his desk with exaggerated confidence despite the butterflies in my stomach. "The situation can wait. We have more pressing matters."

His eyebrow arched in that imperious way that used to intimidate me but now just sent heat pooling low in my belly."More pressing than one of my gambling halls being shut down by federal agents?"

"Much more pressing," I assured him, perching on the edge of his desk and deliberately sliding several important-looking documents out of the way with my ass. "Remember that conversation we had a few months back? About things you wanted to do to me once you were fully recovered?"

The dangerous chill in his eyes shifted, warming to something equally dangerous but infinitely more exciting. "Princess," he warned, but the edge in his voice had transformed from anger to arousal.

"Three months of vanilla sex will do that," I said, leaning back on my hands to expose the line of my throat. "Don't get me wrong, the vanilla has been delicious, but I seem to recall promises of restraints, of marks that would last for days, of me not being able to sit properly afterward."

Kenji's expression darkened, pupils expanding until his eyes were nearly black. "You're playing with fire."

"Good thing I like getting burned." I hooked my foot around his chair and pulled him closer, spreading my thighs slightly in blatant invitation. "Unless you're not up to it yet. I could always call Chen, ask him to recommend someone who—"

I didn't get to finish the taunt. Kenji moved with that uncanny speed that always caught me off guard, hands gripping my thighs with bruising force as he yanked me to the edge of the desk.

"Careful, Princess," he growled, voice dropping to that register that made my cock twitch against the confines of my jeans. "I might think you're actually trying to make me angry."

I tangled my fingers in his perfectly styled hair, messing it up just to feel his grip tighten in warning. "And what if I am? What are you going to do about it?"

Something primal flashed in his eyes—the predator recognizing a challenge. Without warning, he spun me around and bent me over the polished surface of his desk, one hand pressing between my shoulder blades to pin me down.

"Vanilla?" he said, the word a dangerous purr against my ear as his free hand slid down to cup my ass through my jeans. "I'll show you vanilla."

The first slap caught me by surprise despite my provocation. The sharp sting through the denim sent a jolt straight to my groin, forcing a gasp from my lips.

"Is this what you wanted?" Kenji asked, his breath hot against my neck as his hand came down again, harder this time. "To be punished for your insolence?"

"More," I demanded, pushing back against him, feeling the hard line of his erection through his tailored slacks. "I've been good for three months, Kenji. I don't want to be good anymore."

He chuckled, the sound dark and promising as his fingers found my belt, unfastening it with practiced efficiency. "You've never been good, Princess. Just temporarily behaved."

My jeans and underwear were yanked down in one smooth motion, cool air hitting my exposed skin seconds before Kenji's palm connected with my bare ass. This time, the sting was sharp and immediate, forcing a cry from my lips that was equal parts shock and pleasure.

"Better?" he asked, his voice deceptively gentle as he rubbed the spot he'd just struck.

"Getting there," I gasped, already feeling my cock hardening against the cool wood of the desk. "But I think you're holding back."

His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back until my spine arched painfully. "Because I love you," he growled, "doesn't mean I won't break you if you push me too far."

The threat sent a delicious shiver down my spine. "Maybe that's exactly what I want."

Another slap landed, harder than before, the sound echoing off the office walls, then another, and another. Each stinging blow sent jolts of electricity through my nervous system, pain transforming into pleasure as my body responded to his dominance.

"Your ass is turning such a lovely shade of red," Kenji observed, his voice thick with arousal as he paused to admire his handiwork. His fingers traced the heated skin, dipping teasingly between my cheeks. "Almost as red as your face when you beg."

"I haven't begged yet," I challenged, though my voice was already ragged with need.

"You will." The confident promise in those two words made my cock throb.

Kenji's hand slid around to my front, fingers wrapping around my shaft with just enough pressure to make me gasp. "Already so hard for me," he murmured, stroking me with maddening slowness. "So responsive."

I tried to push back against him, desperate for more contact, but his other hand pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned to the desk. The contrast of cold wood against my chest and Kenji's heat at my back was disorienting in the best way.

"Please," I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

"What was that?" Kenji asked, his thumb circling the sensitive head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there. "I couldn't quite hear you."