THREE

Elijah

I smacked her rounded ass with my hand, moving from one side to the other. She didn't bother reacting in any manner. As I took a step back, I noticed she dared to dart a glance in my direction.

"One hundred thousand dollars is a hell of a lot of money," I said gruffly. She remained as quiet as before. Whoever she was protecting must be worth the wrath she had to know was a possibility. "Thirty strikes should be a reminder that stealing from someone is a horrific crime."

I could swear she muttered words of hatred under her breath even as I snapped my wrist, issuing two solid strikes of the belt directly across her sit spot.

Other than her beautiful bottom jiggling from the force, she gave no reaction. I smacked her four additional times, each one harder than the one before.

And still, there was no indication she was even uncomfortable.

What in the hell was this woman about?

"An exemplary record for the first half of three years, or were you stealing from me the entire time?" I asked, knowing there would be no answer.

While her breathing became ragged, she didn't whimper or move in any way. The only indication that she was in pain to any degree were her white knuckles from gripping the edge of the desk.

"No defense for yourself?" I asked one last time.

"We had a deal. It doesn't mean I will allow you into my life," she spat.

I continued the spanking, moving slowly and deliberately, enjoying the warm blush creeping along her bottom as well as the sensual scent of her feminine wiles.

She was excited, aroused from her punishment.

"You're wet, Reneigh, a sign of your dark desires," I managed, my voice little more than a husky whisper.

"No. Never." The moment she pressed her legs together I knew I was right.

Unable to resist, I brushed my fingers down the length of her spine. This time, there was a reaction, a slight moan slipping past her lips. I followed the trail, sliding them down the crack of her ass then forcing her legs to open wide. "You don't move unless I command you. You don't talk at all unless I ask you a question. And you will not fight me in any manner. Do I make myself clear?"

The simple silence finally created a hint of anger rushing to the surface. I had no idea who this girl thought she was, but she would learn to obey me.

"Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?" I asked again, dragging the strap between her legs.

"Fine. Yes."

"And you will learn respect."

"Then yes. Sir." Her tone was filled with disdain.

"If you're a very obedient girl, I might allow you pleasure." Seeing her pretty pink pussy was enough to yank out the dominating side of me. I slipped my fingers past her swollen folds, flexing them open and thrusting deep inside in hard and pulsing actions.

Goosebumps popped along her arms and legs, and she pressed her face against the desk, but I heard her scattered breathing.

"I'm a harsh man, Reneigh. I refuse to tolerate bullshit or lies, but I can be caring. To a point. I also take infractions very seriously and I will not hesitate to punish you for a single one. Something for you to keep in mind." I adored the way her pussy juice slickened my fingers. All I wanted to do was shove my cock deep inside.

That would come soon enough and by my choice.

While her muscles remained rigid, she was extremely controlled.

"Five more," I said without hesitation.

Reneigh wiggled as I delivered the harshest batch, finally pushing up from my desk, a single whimper leaving her lovely mouth. It was almost a reward.

Seconds later, I took a giant step backwards, admiring my work. "You did well."

Cursing under her breath, she took a few seconds before moving to a sitting position, once again covering her breasts. I could tell she restrained herself from wincing, yet her nasty glare was back in full force.

"Now, just remember what I said. You will follow the rules from now on. Anything otherwise and you will face the consequences." The scent of her covering my fingers was far too powerful, the draw an intoxicating aphrodisiac. I slid them into my mouth, sucking in an exaggerated fashion.

"You're a disgusting pig disguised as a suave man. What a fool all the other women are." Her head held high once again, she jumped off my desk, almost swaggering toward her clothes.

Damn...

Through the years, I'd been required to 'deal' with infractions that were even more heinous, mostly men who refused to abide by the Storm laws. In the end, every one of them had broken down like a fractured child, whimpering and begging. I had the distinct feeling that Reneigh Han wouldn't be so easy to break.

But I knew as I watched her dress that I would make certain that happened.

I wanted her.

I craved her.

And within thirty days, she would belong to me in every way.