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He swallowed. “Maddy,” he said, a little hoarsely. So I was getting to him, at least.

“We’re going to feel what we feel,” I said. “Whether we act on it or not.”

He licked his lips. “All the same,” he said.

“All the same? What kind of counter-argument is that?” I smiled. “Stop acting like a character in some Victorian loss-of-virtue novel.”

He laughed, and then leaned down to kiss me. “You’re very persuasive, you know that?” he said when he broke away. “That’s very naughty. Tempting me. You know I can’t resist.”

“Why would I ever want you to?” I wound my arms around his neck, smiling.

“I don’t know if you realize what you’ve unleashed.” He had such a wicked grin on his face. “Go upstairs and wait for me.”

I frowned a little. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

He was still smiling.

“Fine,” I said. “But you better make it worth my while.” I turned and skipped up the stairs, two at a time.

“Oh, I will,” he shouted after me.

I stood in the middle of the bedroom for a moment, trying to decide how to present myself. The obvious thing would be to undress completely - or at least partway. But he’d be expecting that. He wanted to punish me, didn’t he? And strangely enough, I wanted to be punished too. So I should be bad, right? I should do the opposite of what he expected. What he wanted.

I went over to the small bookshelf by the door. I hadn’t looked at it too much; it was mostly business stuff or financial guides, nothing that really interested me. But there were a few novels on the top shelf, so I picked one at random and sat down on the edge of the bed. It looked like something you’d buy at the airport on a whim. I flipped it open and started reading.

Minutes ticked by, and I hadn’t turned the page. I couldn’t really process the words. I felt nervous and excited, my heart thumping wildly in my chest, more so even than it had at the interview.

Suddenly, I heard a light tapping noise. I looked up.

Daniel was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his fingers drumming out a staccato on the smoothly painted wood. He was smiling, coldly.

“I thought I told you to wait for me.”

“I am waiting,” I said, innocently. I looked up, setting the book down on the mattress. “I got bored. Is that a crime?”

He strode over rapidly, stopping a few feet away from me and staring down at me. I swore his eye twitched.

“When I tell you wait for me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “you wait for me. You don’t read. You don’t check your phone. You don’t think. You just wait. That’s all you are allowed to do.”

My throat tightened. He was right - I had no idea what I’d unleashed. This was a side of him I hadn’t seen before. It was a strange, intimate version of his forbidding work persona, more like how I’d imagined he would be in private. And apparently, I was right. I just hadn’t known how right, until now.

I’d intended to keep up the defiant act for a little longer, but I found the words stuck in my throat.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know.”

“Well, you should have.” He walked over to his closet and began rifling through his belt rack. I felt all the blood drain from my face. Was he really going to do what I thought he was going to do?

A little spanking was one thing, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to get hit with a belt.

Then again, there was something inside me - something that stopped me from protesting. A very small voice, but very clear.

I trusted him.

He came back with a belt looped in his hand. I was afraid, yet at the same time, I wasn’t.

“What do you think?” he said. “Is this what you deserve?”

I swallowed. “No,” I said, very quietly.

He smiled. “Maybe not,” he said, looking down at the leather in his hand. He loosened his grip and let it slither to the floor.

“Maybe this would be more appropriate,” he said, reaching for the book.

“Thank God I picked a paperback,” I said, before I could stop myself.

He grabbed me by my arm, flipping me over onto my stomach. I squealed.

“You’ve got a smart tongue,” he said. “You really should learn to control it a little better.”

He spanked me with the book. Hard. It didn’t sting as badly as I thought it would, especially through my jeans, but it was a powerful swing. I groaned into the pillow, half out of pain and half out of pleasure.#p#分页标题#e#

He was relentless, but at the same time, I could tell he was paying attention to me. Gauging my body’s reactions. He wasn’t going to give me more than I could take.