Master's Punishment.

Chapter 7.

Jasmine’s eyes lingered on Jerald for longer than she could count. Her eyes roamed around his body, hands itching to touch him—to feel the callousness of his body. But fuck! She blinked back the thoughts, pushing them away before they caged her.

She shouldn't be thinking about this. She didn't have the right to. She was here for the money. For the money, not for sexual fantasy.

She was starting to accept that when suddenly, her eyes moved, dropping somewhere. Not on his face. No. Not at those cold, unreadable eyes that stripped her bare.

Her eyes were on the outline of his clothed cock. Yet she could see the thick heavy member behind his tailored trousers.

Her nipples tightened at the sight, and she suddenly felt a soft feeling of desire. Desire to be ruined. Desire to go down on her knees and take his cock like a good girl. But she was no good girl. No one ever taught her to be.

Jerald’s cock twitched from the weight of her gaze. She desired him. He could see it.

Fuck! His cock throbbed again, desiring freedom. Desiring the warmth of her hole.

His muscles flexed, groin tightening at the thoughts of what her opening would be. How it tastes, feels, and grips.

“You do not get to stand there and stare at me.” His voice was calm, yet sharp like a blade wrapped in velvet. “Get on your knees and take my cock like a good girl.”

Jasmine’s breath hitched at the sound of that. Her pussy throbbed and God! Her body pleaded to obey. To go on her knees and take him like a slut.

But there was something about the way he said it that defied her pride. She was no slut. She was a lady who carried herself with pride and sophistication.

A soft scoff tore past her lips. A scoff of disbelief.

“Rude,” she muttered, eyes flashing. “Do you always bark orders like that?”

Silence dropped in. Defending.

Jerald didn't flinch. Didn't blink.

He just let out a soft scoff, head tilting slightly as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Bark orders? Rude? He sure knew how to teach silly rebels a lesson.

He rose from his seat, height striking she almost felt small.

He took a step closer—slow, deliberate, letting her feel every heat from each step.

When he got in front of her, Jasmine trembled at the height difference, but she stood still unwilling to bend.

Her confidence struck a nerve and his jaws tightened.

Swiftly, his hand slid up, fingers curling possessively around her throat.

Jasmine shuddered at the feeling, pussy dripping, but she stilled, locking eyes against his.

His grip against her neck tightened, just enough to remind her who she belonged to.

“I wasn't asking you.” He sneered, jaws clamping.

“You don't get to order me.” She whispered between his grip, eyes locking firmly against his.

Jerald groaned under his breath, his patience standing on a dangling thread.

“Fuck!” He groaned, angry.

His jaws clamped and before he could realize it he spun her effortlessly and bent her over the nearest surface.

“And you… do not get to defy me!” His voice was dangerous as he grabbed her panties, yanking them down in one rough motion.

Jasmine gasped, her body stilled at the instant change of atmosphere.

“What— what are you—”

His hand moved around her bare ass. The other moving against her spine to keep her grounded.

“Making your rebellion worth it.”

He moved a hand around her ass then landed a smack.

“Now… count!”

The first slap cracked across her ass, hot and unforgiving.

Jasmine’s back arched as the tingling feelings rippled through her body.

She hesitated, telling herself she didn't like what he had just done to her.

But he landed another, this one sharper and harder.

“One…” she gasped before she could realize it, the sting shocking her into place.

“Louder,” he growled landing another against her right ass cheeks.

“Two…” she gasped, face burning just as much as her skin.

“You have such a smart mouth…” “let's see if you can keep it after ten more”

“Argh!!” Jasmine screamed, fingers scraping the table.

Her body squirmed, not from pain—but because her pussy was suddenly dripping, arching, begging—instead of resisting this.

She didn't like this. No. She didn't like the pleasure, didn't like the man behind.

She was… she was just.

“Fuck….” the word tore past her lips as he landed his hand on her left ass cheeks, letting it sting.

“You don't get to be stubborn without consequences, sweetheart.”

His face brushed against her ear, hands resting on her heated skin. “I will train the defiance out of you..” he promised, letting another spank drop on her ass.

Jasmine’s pussy tingled from the rush of sensation, heat coiling low against her stomach.

She should pull away. She should yank herself away from him and be the strong lady she is, but… fucking hell. Her pussy was dripping. Walls tightening. Desiring more than she should.

Her eyes stung, tears brewing hot in them. Each stroke fell harder, with more purpose—until she wasn't sure if the tears in her eyes were from the pain or the thick, aching need that was building between her legs.

By the time he was done, her eyes were red-hot and she was trembling under his touch. But she remained still. Wet. Humbled. Breathless.

Jerald moved a hand to her hair, then he yanked her up, pulling her back and turning her to face him.

His eyes roamed around her sweet face, hungry for more.

“Now that master has punished you…” his hand moved up, eyes holding hers, thumb moving slowly against her lower lips. “Be a good girl and go on your knees for me.”