Page 18 of Fallen Dane

“Take these fucking panties off before I rip them off, Whitney.”

I know I’m giving her what she wants. It’s toxic and fucked up, but it makes me hard to spank the fuck out of her and even more so to know her panties are already wet waiting for it.

And when it gets too easy for her, I’ll make it hurt more.

She slides the panties over her hips and lets them fall down her legs until they hit the floor.

“Bend over my desk.”

She hesitates and I smack her ass hard.

“Now, Whitney.”

She leans forward over the desk. I adjust her position—bare chest flat against the wood, arms stretched forward, ass raised high, legs spread wide. The height is perfect.

I pull thin ropes from my desk drawer. I bind her wrists to the desk legs and then I secure each ankle to the legs on the other side, forcing her thighs wide apart. When I’m finished, she’s completely immobilized. Her ass is hanging off one side and her head on the other.

I run my hand over her ass. “You disobeyed me. That means punishment. Then, if I believe you’ve learned your lesson, there might be a tiny reward.”

I bring my hand down hard on her ass.

She cries out. Then laughs. “Is that supposed to hurt?”

“Oh, someone is going to be a brat, I see?”

“Because it doesn’t. It feels good.” Her voice is full of challenge. “Do it again, Dane.”

She’s pushing every button I have.

“You think you’re clever,” I say.

“I think you like that I’m not afraid of you.”

I spank her again. Harder this time. Hard enough to leave a clear handprint.

She moans. “Yes. Like that.”

“You want more?”

“Fuck yes.”

Damn, I already need to come. This woman is better than I knew she’d be the first time I saw her. Knowing that I could have had this for the past twenty years pisses me off again.

I spank her repeatedly. Hard, brutal strikes that turn her ass bright red. She gasps and moans with each one, but she doesn’t beg me to stop. She pushes her ass back toward me like she wants more.

She’ll take the punishment for the anger I feel toward all the fuckers who kept me from her.

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“So fucking spank me harder.”

I untie her wrists and ankles quickly. Before she can process what’s happening, I flip her onto her back.

“What—”

“Don’t fucking move.” I tie her hands and feet again, glancing up to meet her watery blue eyes.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.