HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 35

Meadow’s POV:

I was equal parts terrified and excited about the fact that I was about to be spanked by Alaric. No, not spanked.

Whipped. With his expensive leather belt.

The pulse in my neck quickened as I slowly turned around and bent over the desk, pressing my cheek against the cold, hard wood.

The tension in the room thickened, and I shut my eyes, waiting for Alaric to say something. Anything.

There was no way he was happy about me doing this all because I wanted to save Tyler. Like I didn’t want it.

But the truth was that I absolutely wanted it. In fact, I wanted it so much that heat had already pooled between my thighs a long time ago.

He finally cleared his throat, and when he spoke, his voice was low and raspy. “Now, reach down and pull your panties down.”

My muscles tensed. This was it. The moment I pulled my panties down, Alaric was going to punish me the way he wanted, and stop whenever he wanted to. That alone should’ve freaked me out enough to say no.

But saying no would mean that Tyler would die. Alaric didn’t seem like someone who would bluff or break a promise. That wasn’t the only reason, though.

I wanted to do it. Wanted to see how far he would go.

And so, with trembling hands, I pulled the shirt up, bunching it around my waist, and then, slowly pulled my panties down.

Alaric let out a low groan that made my skin prickle, and my thighs clenched together when I felt him start to move closer to me.

“Fuck, Meadow,” he breathed. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

I bit down a whimper, feeling the soft fabric of his slacks graze the backs of my thighs. He was directly behind me now.

“Spread your feet,” he ordered, kicking my feet apart with his before I could do it myself.

“I’m going to whip you, Meadow.” His rasp was low, and a shiver ran down my spine when he dragged his now folded belt down my back. “And it won’t be playful, or soft. It will hurt.” He paused after that, like he was waiting for me to say something.

Back out, maybe.

But I didn’t. And I wasn’t going to.

I swallowed as Alaric continued. “I usually prioritize safe words, but I’m not going to with you. Not today, at least. Today is different, you understand that, right?”

I nodded, feeling my mouth start to fucking water.

Was that how eager I was to be punished?

“No,” he growled, his hand coming down hard against the desk. I gasped when I noticed that it was the hand holding the belt that was right beside my face. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” My voice was cracked. “I understand.”

He pulled back. My heart slammed against the desk, and I held my breath in anticipation.

The sound of the belt whistling in the air was the only warning I received before it came down fast and hard on my ass.

A scream tore from my throat as the pain exploded on my skin, throbbing, stinging, all at the same time.

“Count,” Alaric said, voice hoarse, tone indifferent.

I took a few seconds to steady my breathing as my teeth clenched together.

Fuck. That hurt.

The belt came down again and I jerked forward, letting out another scream. “Alaric-”

“I said count, Meadow.”

“Two,” I gritted out.

“No. One. You disobeyed me the first time.” I clenched my fists so hard I could feel my nails digging into my palm.

“One,” I gasped. The throbbing slowly started to dial down to a dull ache, and then, to my surprise, a wave a pleasure racked my entire body.

Oh, fuck. I wanted more now.

Alaric kicked my feet wider apart while muttering: “Good girl”

And then the belt came down again and I couldn’t help but moan as my hard nipples rubbed against the shirt

“Two.”

A groan rumbled deep in Alaric’s chest and I felt my core clench hard, seeking some kind of friction.

“What was that, baby?” he muttered, and then he was right behind me again. “You sound like you’re enjoying it. Are you?”

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