The Boss Pet – Dark Billionaire Romance Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
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“Settle down, or I’ll take my belt off.”

“Go to hell!” she hisses back, ensuring that I do indeed shuffle her around on my lap so I can unbuckle my belt. A hand spanking isn’t going to cut it with this one. She needs more sting.

And she needs her skirt pulled up.

And her panties taken down.

The sound of my leather belt sliding out of my belt loops is immensely satisfying. But what is even more satisfying is the way she wriggles and squeals when she feels her skirt being pulled up over her waist. She is wearing very cute underwear, white with pink strawberries. Not quite the apparel I would have picked. Most women I encounter wear thongs, or lace. But I don’t think Charlie intended on me seeing her undergarments today, and that makes this moment all the more delicious.

She’s quite an innocent little thing underneath it all. She talks a big game, and she makes references to terrible, dark things. But she does not understand the significance of them. Not really. They’re all academic and conceptual to her. That’s why she dared ask the questions she asked earlier. If she understood any of the ramifications of the things she so flippantly threw accusations about, she would have never set foot in my presence, and especially not come alone to a rooftop bar with me.

This little girl has no idea how much danger she could potentially be in if I were even a slightly worse man than I am. She deserves this spanking, and a great many more punishments just like it.

I double the belt over in my hand, secure her in place over my lap, and set about painting the seat of her underwear with hard swats of the leather loop.

Her response is immediate and dramatic. She lets out a helpless wail that echoes through the city air. It is taken up by the wind and the traffic and the indifference of the average person. She could scream to her heart’s content up here and nothing would happen.

I expect that this thrashing will break her. That snotty attitude will go by the wayside, and she’ll start to beg for mercy.

But that’s not what happens. I snap the belt across her behind a good dozen times and there’s no response from her besides kicking, cursing, and threats.

“You’re going to regret this! I’m going to tell everyone what a horrible man you are!”

“Everybody already knows that I am a horrible man,” I laugh. “They like it. They need someone to be horrible. The worse, the better. Try another threat.”

“I… ow! I hate you!”

“You don’t know me well enough to begin to hate me,” I chuckle.

I am used to a higher caliber of threats, but this is rather cute, I have to admit.

She is squirming ferociously, trying to get off my lap. That is not going to happen. I am a great deal stronger than she is, and her flailing isn’t the kind that would work even if I weren’t. It’s really more a grinding than…

Wait…

I smack her with the belt, wait for her to inevitably kick her legs, and then push the outside leg open and down off my lap. This parts her thighs in a lewd manner, stretching the gusset of her panties tight over her lips.

She’s soaked.

The revelation shifts my chemistry instantly. I was punishing her because she is a rude, careless little brat who desperately needs her butt spanked. Now, I find myself with the same careless little brat, whose body is begging for mine.

I could fuck her right here and right now, and I want nothing more than to do that. There’s a part of me that wants to use her like she’s disposable, take her flesh for my pleasure and just fucking rut her until I’m done.

But that’s the rash action of a man with short-term goals, and I have already decided that this girl is going to be mine in every single way. The hole that is drenched for me is far from the only one I intend to take. She will give them all up for me. She will purr for me. She will beg for me to defile her.

I give her one last chance.

“Are you learning your lesson, young lady?”

“Fuck you.”

I feel the last vestiges of self-control fall away. All she had to do was offer me the slightest bit of submission and acknowledgement. But she doesn’t want to do that. She wants to fight, in a manner of speaking. Her resistance is a challenge to me, and not an accidental one. From the moment we first met, she has initiated clumsy attempts to enter into a battle of wits. I’ve felt her taunt and tease me, and I’ve risen above it. But right now my cock is rock hard and my willpower is at an all-time low.


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