Chapter 3
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The phone on Ashley’s desk rang, the display reading Ben’s extension.
“Hi,” she said, breathless.
“Miss Bell, I need to see you in my office right away,” he said.
A shiver of excitement zipped through her. “Yes, Mr. Stone,” she said and hung up. She loved it when he played stern boss with her.
She walked past his secretary, giving her a nod, and entered his office.
“Shut the door,” he said, “and lock it.” As usual, his face gave away nothing.
She turned the lock, excitement warring with concern. Was he going to spank her in here? And risk Karen or others hearing?
As if to answer her unspoken question, he stood and pointed at his desk. “Bend over,” he said.
She hesitated long enough to earn an arched brow, which launched her into action. Even if they were playing a game, she had no desire to earn his disapproval. Not after everything that had happened.
She stepped up to his desk and bent over, placing her hands on the walnut surface.
He came around to stand behind her and his fingertips brushed her thighs, sending a jolt of electricity through her. He found the hem of her skirt and pulled it up slowly until it bunched around her waist.
He had spanked her in his office before, but he’d left her panties up to keep from making any sound. This time, though, he peeled them down to mid-thigh.
Her tummy fluttered.
“Have you ever heard of a loopy johnny, Ashley?”
“No—” She cleared her throat. “No, sir.”
He slid an implement in front of her on the desk. It had a wooden handle, wrapped in leather, and three loops of thin black cord extending from the handle.
She shivered.
“It’s supposed to be one of the quietest implements for spanking. Of course, you may not be quiet when it stripes your bare skin, so that will be the difficulty.”
She forced herself to breathe.
“Kiss it and thank me for your spanking.”
She lowered her lips to the handle, smelling the scent of new leather as she kissed it. “Thank you for spanking me, sir,” she said.
He took the wicked-looking loopy johnny away from her and pressed a hand down on her low back.
She waited, her bottom crawling in anticipation of the first stroke.
It came so much worse than she’d expected. The loops bit into her skin, stinging like a thousand wasps.
She pressed her hips forward against the desk as if to get away and clamped her mouth shut on her cry, closing her throat. It was a full three seconds before she could breathe, the pain sending pinpricks of heat everywhere in her body.
He brought it down again and once more she lurched forward, wanting to crawl over the top of the desk and off to the other side. He struck her two more times and she reached back to cover her poor bottom, certain she couldn’t take any more.
“Miss Bell, you will remove your hands at once.”
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, sir.”
“The spanking is not over until I decide. I will add three strokes for every second it takes you to?—”
She yanked her hands away.
“Thank you.” He delivered another searing stroke.
She clamped her lips together, whimpering.
Another terrible stripe. Then another.
“Oh, please,” she pleaded with any sense of dignity at all. Hot tears clung to her eyelashes.
Ben pulled up her panties, which chafed horribly, despite the fact that they were made of the softest satin. Lowering her skirt, he turned her around.
His face still held the stern mask, but he drew her into his arms, kissing her hair and rubbing her back.
“Ow,” she whimpered as the understatement of the year.
Ben cupped her nape in that possessive way of his, his hard muscled body powerful, even when disguised in a suit. She breathed in his masculine scent, trying to calm the trembling in her body. She felt thoroughly punished by him—a delicious feeling, really, now that she knew he’d forgiven her.
Her legs wobbled beneath her, but Ben held her up with one strong arm around her waist. He nuzzled her ear, then her neck.
“I hate the loopy johnny,” she complained into his jacket.
He pulled her head back to look down at her, amusement crinkling his eyes. “I found it quite effective. It will stay here in my office for times when you require my immediate correction.”
Moisture leaked onto her panties.
“It might get misplaced. You know, by the cleaners or something.”
He caught her chin with his index finger and raised a stern eyebrow. “It had better not disappear or you will not sit for a week, understand?”
Her pussy clenched.
“You’re mean,” she whispered, lifting her lips up to be kissed by him, her alpha wolf who had taken her so deftly in hand.
Ben watched from the bed as Ashley padded naked from the shower into their bedroom. A growl rose in his throat just watching the bounce of her bare breasts as she walked. When she bent over to search through her underwear door, giving him full view of her juicy ass, her sex peeking from between her legs, his skin pricked with heat.
“Come here,” he said, pushing himself to sit, his voice deeper than normal.
She erected herself and turned, looking over her shoulder at him. Her hands instantly went to cover her ass, and he chuckled.
“The marks are gone from yesterday; looks like you’ve left me a blank canvas again,” he said.
She looked wary. “You didn’t bring that horrible thing home, did you?”
He grinned. “No. But I did purchase a few other implements when I bought the loopy johnny.”
She shivered, but her feet moved, bringing her to the bed. “You and I both know you don’t need anything but your hand,” she said, affecting a pout. “Shifter strength and all.”
“Yes, but that would get boring. Five spankings, all with my hand? No. I have to mix it up a little.”
He patted his lap and she dutifully folded over it, the scent of her arousal bringing the animal in him to the surface. Despite his threats, he didn’t use anything but his palm, making it sting, but keeping the intensity to a medium level. He watched as her skin turned from peaches and cream to pink and then to red. When the color began to hold, he stopped and rubbed.
She wriggled over his legs in an open invitation. He reached for the bedside table, where he’d stored his new toys, and pulled out the bottle of lubricant. Parting her cheeks, he dribbled some on her anus, chuckling when she clenched her cheeks and tried to roll away.
“I think it’s time we prepare your ass to take my cock,” he said, using an observational tone as he grasped her hips and repositioned her, lifting her bottom and angling it perfectly. He gave her another dozen spanks for good measure.
“No-o,” she moaned. “Your cock is way too big. It won’t fit.”
“First of all, little girl, you will take my cock anywhere I choose to put it. Second, you are being punished, so your pleasure is hardly a concern to me, and third, I have something here to help prepare the way.” He pressed the bulbous tip of a butt plug against her puckering hole. “Open for me, Ashley,” he commanded.
She continued to squeeze against the intrusion.
He changed hands and delivered several swift spanks to the backs of her thighs.
“Ow,” she squealed. “Ow, okay! I’m sorry.”
He waited as first her cheeks relaxed, and finally, the tight ring of muscles eased to accept the stainless steel plug. He pressed it forward, going slowly to give her time to get used to the stretch.
“Ohhh, oh,” she moaned. “Oh—oooh.” Her voice raised in pitch at the end.
“This plug stays in until I take it out, understand?”
She looked over her shoulder. “Do you mean, I have to wear it to work?” she asked with disbelief.
“Yes.” He gave her ass a light swat. “Now get dressed.”
She blushed as she climbed off his lap with the plug embedded in her ass, the jeweled handled making a delectable sight between her cheeks. Her walk looked stiff as she returned to her underwear drawer and rooted through, occasionally reaching back to touch the plug.
Satisfied, he crawled out of bed and headed for the shower.
They drove to work in a comfortable silence, although he noticed Ashley’s face occasionally turned pink, as if she’d suddenly remembered the plug in her ass.
He’d been in his office only an hour before she tapped on his door and came in.
“I know this is punishment, but…” Her forehead crinkled with anxiety.
He crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”
She turned to lock the door.
He patted his lap.
She looked around, even though his blinds were closed and the door was locked. Licking her lips, she leaned over and draped herself across his lap.
He stroked her bottom through her skirt, dragging out her time in the humiliating position. Eventually, he slid her skirt up and her panties down. Grasping the plug, he pushed it in and out of her a few times, eliciting a low moan. “This is what I’m going to do to you tonight with my cock,” he promised. “After your last spanking.”
She moaned again.
He eased the plug from her ass and wrapped it in a tissue. Pulling up her panties, he helped her to her feet. “Get out,” he said, returning to the brusque way of communicating that had earned him the nickname ‘Stone man’ at the corporation.
It disconcerted her, as he’d hoped, and she straightened her skirt, appearing off-balance as she headed for the door.
He looked at his watch. “We’ll be leaving early today. Four o’clock. Be ready.”
She ducked to hide her smile. “Yes, sir.”
At four o’clock on the dot, Ashley headed for Ben’s office door, tapping on it.
He looked up from his desk. “Ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
He closed his laptop and picked it up, sliding it into the same briefcase where she had planted a laptop bomb that might have killed him. She still shuddered to think what might have happened if he hadn’t sniffed out the plot against him.
They took the elevator to the parking garage and Ben walked her to her side of the car, but instead of opening the door for her, he pushed her against the side of his Mustang, his considerable erection pressing against her low back.
“Little girl, I’m going to eat you up,” he growled in her ear.
“I’m not afraid of the big, bad wolf,” she murmured, pressing her ass back for him.
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to get yourself fucked right here in this parking garage, is that what you want?”
Her breath caught and she couldn’t answer, the truth too tangled up and confusing to understand. Yes, of course she wanted to be fucked right then and there and the danger of being seen would make it off the charts hot. But no… no way. She definitely couldn’t face getting caught like this. “No, sir,” she forced herself to say.
He eased off her and reached past to open her door, smirking at her as she sank into the seat.
At home, he told her to wait to get out of the car. Walking around, he opened her car door and pulled her out, tossing her over his shoulder in one swift movement.
“Oomph,” she grunted. “What are you doing?”
He slapped her upturned bottom as he carried her into the house.
“Do you remember the first time I spanked you?” he asked, setting her down in their bedroom, where rope had mysteriously appeared on the bed.
She eyed it, wondering what he was up to. “Yes.”
“Yes, sir,” he corrected.
“Yes, sir.”
He wrapped the rope around her wrists, binding them together, then stringing them up over her head, looping them over the bathroom door.
Now she understood. The night she had planted the bomb in his briefcase and first discovered he was a werewolf, he had taken her to a motel and strung her up this way, taking off her skirt and whipping her with a belt.
He stood behind her now, sliding his hands under her blouse to cup her breasts. His fingers found her nipples, and he pinched and twisted them, finding that perfect balance of pain and pleasure that put her over the edge.
Having her arms lifted overhead made her breasts feel all the more vulnerable, and she twisted, trying to protect herself.
He unzipped her skirt and let it fall in a puddle at her feet. Her panties came off next, then he began to unbutton her blouse, still standing behind her. It felt intimate and sensuous to have him undressing her like a child.
She heard the whoosh of his belt sliding out of the loops and goosebumps raised on her arms.
“Spread your legs.”
Although he had her strung up almost to her tiptoes, she managed to widen her stance.
“If you move, my belt will catch your hip or thigh and you won’t like that. Can you hold still for your spanking, Ashley?”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured.
“Good girl.”
He wound the belt buckle end around his fist and let it fly, catching her right across the middle of her buttocks.
She shrieked, her feet leaving the floor, her body skittering to the side, suspended by the ropes over the door.
“What did I say about holding still?”
“Sorry,” she gasped, putting her toes out to stop her and scrambling back into position.
He swung the belt again.
Another searing stripe landed across her ass.
This time she managed not to jump away, but just barely.
She drew in a shaky breath and held it.
Another stripe, then another. Each one he laid seemed worse than the one before, and the earliest ones had begun to burn and smart with a delayed onset of pain.
He caught her across the backs of her thighs and she howled in protest, but miraculously managed not to move. Another stroke, then another until her entire bottom was blazing and her breath came in little pants.
“Three more,” he announced.
She thought he might go easier on her, but they were the worst yet, stripes laid across stripes, lines of fire that made her bite her lip and tears spring into her eyes.
He dropped the belt and caught her up by the waist, lifting her weight off the floor to free her from the doorway. When he lowered her and turned her around, she leaped at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and putting her bound wrists over his head.
He carried her to the bed and set her down, extricating himself from her stranglehold. “Your punishment is almost over,” he said as he unwound the rope from her wrists. He turned her and pushed her torso down so she folded over the edge of the bed.
“From now on, any time I have to punish you for something serious, you will be taking it in the ass afterward.”
She shivered, half excited, half terrified. The size of Ben’s cock made this punishment all the more daunting, even if she hadn’t been an anal sex virgin.
He walked around to the bedside table, where he picked up a tube of lubricant.
“Reach back and hold your cheeks apart for me.”
She squeezed her eyes closed, humiliated by the instructions. Her body seemed to love his degradation, though, her pussy leaking arousal onto her thighs as she obeyed. She flinched at the touch of the lubricant, cool and slick against her quivering anus.
Ben unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor. He never wore boxers or briefs because they only impeded him if he wanted to shift quickly. His manhood stood out now, in its full glory, waving at her ass with intent.
She turned back to face the bed and grasped a fistful of the covers.
He pushed the head of his cock against her most private entrance and held it there, not forcing, but insisting.
She took a deep breath and exhaled, willing herself to relax.
He seized the opportunity and pushed harder, breaching her entrance.
She gasped at the ring of fire as she stretched wide to accommodate him.
He eased in, centimeter by centimeter.
In each moment she was sure she couldn’t take more of him, and yet he did not stop, filling her with his huge cock until at last she felt the contact of his hips against her ass.
“Good girl,” he crooned and she relaxed, his praise filling her with purpose.
He slid out and back in, and the sensation felt too intense for her to enjoy. Nevertheless, her pussy thrummed with excitement, desperate for touch.
Seeming to know just what she needed, Ben reached around the front of her and slid his fingers over her swollen slit.
She moaned, pressing herself against his fingers, eager for more.
He slowly set a pace, fucking her ass with his enormous cock as his fingers found her clit.
It was far too much—too much pleasure, too much intensity, too much fear of pain. The pain itself had disappeared.
“Ben,” she whimpered.
“You’re doing so well, amorcita . Are you ready to come?”
“Yes… yes, please. Yes, sir,” she babbled.
He rubbed her clit harder at the same time he picked up the pace of his fucking, filling her, sending her over the edge with a cry of ecstasy. And yet she found she couldn’t climax—or at least not the way she usually did, because when her muscles clenched, her anus tightened around his cock, bringing the pain back.
She relaxed instead, surrendering as he pumped in and out and in again, shoving deep inside her and giving a shout of release. The waves of pleasure following an orgasm flowed through her, so perhaps it had been a climax after all.
He eased out and carried her to the shower, where he held her up and let the water clean them both.
She leaned back against him, her eyes closed, water running down her face. “Am I forgiven?” she asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it.
Ben wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her head back to bite her ear. “Don’t ever lie to me again,” he growled, sending shivers running up and down her spine.
“I won’t,” she said, “I promise.”
“I love you,” he said. “No matter what. Remember that.”
Tears warmed her eyes. “How did I get so lucky?”
He kissed her ear. “No,” he murmured. “I’m the lucky one.”
The End