His to Punish, Hers to Revenge

ired and

till at her desk, doing yet another task provided by Carson. Her life had changed since she signed

grumbled, reminding her that she had not eaten since noon. She rose up with a long groa

en. A bar of chocolate poked out from the side of the drawer, drawing her

he reminded herself

six bars from the chocolate. She immediately unwrapped one, took a nibble, and

ed as he noticed Ashley in his office, munching into the chocolate on his desk. A slow,

heart racing. She slowly turned around to see Carson standing at the doorway, arms crossed,

he said, his voice

sank. "I...

n,." Carson interrupte

the chocolate now har

them, his bulk towering over hers. "You didn't mea

ver her, the tension between them

se. His breath was hot on her neck as he mu

body trembled as he tightened

lips touched her ear, sending thrills down her spine. "

e set

n whirled her around and bent her over the

pt the black lingerie she was lucky to have chosen as her underwear t

asked, terror and excite

ught his palm down hard on her ass, ha

office when I wasn't there," Carson m

ething else, something she didn't want to admit. A weird sensa

asked, caressing her ass. "H

ev

nded on her ass, causi

t th

ac

ac

ac

numbed the pain . Her mind raced, attempting to under

ting to push herself up, bu

tinued, his tone frigid. "You signed the c

ac

ked quietly, her voice trembling

her neck as he murmured. "Because you should u

agony and pleasure blurring in her thoughts. She despised the fact that a pa

nquired, his voice low and fo

edly, her words bar

s eyes blazed into hers, filled with a dark intensity that caused her heart

ing from the pain and pleasure pursi

strand of hair away from her

son had chastised her, spanked her like a child, and

n. But her mind kept returning to that moment in Carson's office, the way his hands felt a

a new

ct the report to be ready tomorr

e, her heart still racing f

line between pa