SNEAKPEAK: My Boss Is My Tormentor

ROSE

My body was frozen from the fear of my own desire. His gravely words, his fury was making me want him more. It was almost ridiculous that I could feel the flutters in my lower belly.

I knew he was going to spànk me like the other day, but unlike that day now I knew what was going to happen and as much as I feared it, the buzz of anticipation in my body couldn’t be ignored.

You've really gone mad, Rose!

Ryan pushed me on the desk, still maintaining the grip on my tied wrists. As far as I knew he pulled something from his pocket, something silk and cool to the touch with which he tied my hands together.

I startled as he swept the hair off the back of my neck which he had unravelled and then surprising me he placed a gentle kiss between my shoulder blades. He followed my spine all the way down to my ass where he traced the waistband of my panties with his fingertips.

I sucked in a breath as without any warning he dragged my pantîes down to my knees. I could feel his hot breath as he crouched down low at my back then he caressed my ass cheeks, making every inch of me quiver in anticipation and nervousness of what was to come next.

One finger slid down dangerously close to where I could feel myself getting wet. I was so fûcking embarrassed at the reaction of my body to his touch, I hated it. He retracted his fingers and then I felt his lips as he kissed me softly on each cheek as if apologising in advance for what was to come, making my spine curl in pleasure.

Stupid, stupid body.

I forgot it was against my wishes, my mind recalled the pleasure he had delivered the night before and my body was craving it again. He was right in that regard, I did enjoy it and now I wanted it again with my bated breath.

Closing my eyes, I silently accepted the fact that it truly wasn’t against my wishes as the small teeny tiny part of me wanted him to take control and give me the pleasure that I hadn't even known before yesterday existed.

My hatred for him took a backseat as he kissed his way up my spine, filling my lower half with the fire of longing and desire. Oh god, I wanted him to reacquaint me with the same pleasure as last night.

Then, from nowhere came the first hit. His palm smacked me with enough force to make me cry in alarm and from pain. Searing pain has tears burning my eyes and my fingers curled into fists. It hurt. It hurt. Oh, how it hurt.

“Count.” Ryan demanded, his tone not warm but not cold either.

“One.” I said through clenched teeth, feeling the rush of blöod.

I closed my eyes and prepared for an another slap but when it came, it again took me by surprise. He had spânked me before but it hadn’t been this painful, they had just left me with a warm tingly feeling.

And, as it was, while it wasn’t agonizing, it did hurt more. But the anticipation of the next slap was worse than the pain itself. I realized that this time it was meant to hurt me. He hit me on the other cheek, and without a pause he immediately spânked me three more times.

When I didn’t respond immediately, my entire being focused on the burn on my ass cheeks, he grabbed the handful of my ass making me yelp in pain.

“Forgetting something?” His words came out on a growl. Biting and Feral. Like the wild animal that he was.

“Two. Three. Four.” I complied, voicing the numbers with each gasp of painful breath.

He released my ass and caressed my abused flesh, making my legs almost buckle under me. This time when his palm cracked against my ass it was much painful than before. He hit me right where he had hit before, and I released an involuntary cry when he hit me again and again.

“It hurts!!” I cried, trying to squirm away from him.

“It's a punishment. It's supposed to hurt.” He pushed me back down in place. “Count.”

“Five. Six.” I couldn’t stop the sniffle that escaped me. “Seven. Eight.” Tears were streaming down my cheeks unchecked, from the pain, and as much as it hurt to say it, from the unfulfilled need my body was craving as somehow with each hard spànk a liquid heat seemed to settle in my core.

I was feeling frustrated. It was like my body became addicted to the pleasure he gave me, just one time, but now it wanted more even as pain had me in its merciless clutches. I throbbed with pain. With need. With emptiness. I felt empty inside and there was nothing to fill the emptiness.

Ryan took a deep breath and said, “You deserve to be punished for what you did.”

He was heartless. He was merciless. He was cold. He was a tyrant. A Tormentor.

With each slap I pushed myself to choke out the numbers when all I wanted was to turn around and slap him once again, and then demand to have him give me the outstanding orgásm he had given me last night. On that thought I grew wetter, felt the warmth gathering at my entrance. To my horror, I realised I was actually waiting for the next hit. I liked the feel of his rough palm against my skin. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time because my body craved his touch.

He spänked me again.

“Sixteen.”

“You shouldn’t have disappeared without telling me where you were going.” He sounded more than pissed. And, struck me three times in a row, hitting the exact same place with more force.

This time I couldn’t stop myself from yelling and sobbing out, “Stop. Oh god, that fûcking hurts. Please, stop.” My entire ass hurt, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit.

“You want me to stop? But you just added two more slaps.” He sounded dangerously amused. A lion toying with his prey. Spànking my poor bruised ass again, punctuating it with his words, he said, “I will, when you learn your lesson that you belong to me and without my permission you can’t even take a single step on your own.”

I was sobbing and a crying mess. “Number.”

Fûcking bastárd. I wanted to shout at him, punch him in the face, but held back.

I whispered through a throat that had turned hoarse, “Twenty.” My eyes felt heavy, my throat was sketchy from crying and yelling. But, it wasn’t enough for him.

His face came into view as he looked me in the eyes, where my face was pressed sideways on top of the desk.

A single fingertip traced my cheek and when he withdrew it that was when I saw he had collected my tear drop on his fingertip. He took it to his lips and sucked the teardrop off his finger.

“Beautiful,” His whispered word had the effect that seriously shamed me. His grey molten eyes filled with desire made my heart flutter as if happy at his praise.

Without looking away from me, Ryan trailed his hand down my back until he reached my arse, there he hit me two more times, this time not too hard but it hurt as much.

“Twenty-one. Twenty-two.”

I didn’t try to stand up, because I could feel that my legs weren’t in order to work, to support my weight, even if I’d tried I was sure I’d be sprawled down on the floor. So I just stayed in my position and kept looking at him, trying to gauge what he was thinking and it seemed like he was doing the same. His steely eyes were focused on me, noticing every twitch, every reaction and every emotion that was fliting across my face.

I saw the exact moment he reached the decision, his eyes lacked the warmth I had just glimpsed a moment before. Moving back around me, he slipped a finger inside me. Startled, unawares and shocked, I tried to stand up but he placed a hand on my back. “Uh-huh. I didn’t give you permission yet.”

There was no hiding the fact that despite the pain and tears and burning shame I was feeling, I was wet.

His finger glide inside me so effortlessly unlike last night. “Are you wet for me after the punishment, my lioness?” He pumped his finger inside out for a minute just when I moaned aloud, he withdrew. Chuckling, he backed away from me. “Not today, my lioness. Today I get to have the pleasure that you had denied me yesterday.”

Grabbing my tied hands, Ryan helped me upright. I wobbled on my legs that had fallen asleep, shooting pinpricks in my soles.

He steadied me, his hands coming around my waist and without thinking I leaned back against his chest.

After a minute or two as we stood like that, he said, “On your knees, Rose.”

As much as I liked the sound of my name on his lips, I loved him calling me 'my lioness'. Then his words registered in my mind and my eyes widened. No, he couldn’t be serious. “You—”

“Hush, Rose. We’ve been through this already, no speaking till I give you permission to.” My eyes were no doubt shooting daggers as he placed his hand on my mouth to stop me from saying anything. “Next time, I think I’d have do something for this mouth of yours, as for now I’ve other things in my mind.”

He put slight pressure on my shoulders prompting me to bend down on my knees. I did drop to my knees but I couldn’t stop myself from saying what was eating my inside since yesterday. I couldn’t stop for my words to sound less bitter, “Didn’t that woman satisfy your needs last night that you have to force me now?”

And, since this all started, he faltered. His body went rigid as if I had done something wrong. “Were you spying on me?” He bit out.

I scoffed. “For spying, I would have to care. I just don’t want to catch some kind of disease from you while you fûck other women, asshôle.” I knew I should stop talking, but jealousy was a real bîtch.

“Then how the fûck you know?” He grabbed my face when I refused to look at him, his fingers digging into my cheeks. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I didn’t want him to read the emotions in my eyes like a book that was why I wasn’t looking at him, but the bastárd was unrelenting. He shook my face with his harsh grip until I looked at him. “Speak up.”

Inhaling through my nose, and ignoring the pain that throbbed in my arse, I said, “I heard you on the phone.”

As if he understood everything, he took a step back and was silent for a minute. Just gazing at me, his jaw tight. He lifted his brow as if to mock me and said, “You are jealous. That’s why you left this morning.”

“No. I hate you that’s why I left.” I bit out. My neck was starting to hurt as he made me stare up at him from my position on the floor.

“Same thing.” His thumb swiped on my lower lip. “Open your mouth.”

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You can read the whole book, it's completed and available. Book Name: My Boss Is My Tormentor

Tropes:

Enemies to Lovers

Billionaire Romance

Office Romance

Blackmail

Bdsm. Con-noncon

Controlling, Possessive ML

Fiesty, Sassy, Virgin FL

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A. Gupta