His Muse: A Dark Alpha Bad Boy Romance Page 4

  "Come in," I say darkly, and the door creaks open. Cara's eyes sparkle as she walks inside, smoothing down the dress she wore earlier when we met up in the lobby. She's beautiful like this, a little disheveled, but so stunning nevertheless. Her hair is escaping the bun she put it in, and her hands shake as she sits down in the chair in front of my desk that I've pointed out for her.

  "Hello," she gets out in a small voice. Her eyes aren't quite meeting mine, but she looks up curiously several times as I get up from my chair and perch on my desk.

  "I see you've learned your lesson," I tell her with a chuckle. Her eyes follow mine to the wall where the clock has just ticked its way to 8:00 p.m. sharp. "I'm happy to see you're a fast learner, Cara. I'm not a very patient man."

  Unless it comes to you, I add in my mind. But even now, my patience is wearing really fucking thin and my whole body aches with the need to get my hands on her. I need to wait, though, ease her into this. There's no way she'll submit without being prepared properly.

  "I'm glad you think so," she adds in a small voice. She finally looks up at me, and her eyes are full of apologies and a very deep need for me to forgive for. I live for that, the sheer desperation she feels and the need for me to say it's all okay. It's going to come in very useful later on. "I really didn't mean to disappoint you earlier, M- Mr. Scott."

  "You can call me Mason," I tell her, and she nods, though I can tell she's having a bit of trouble with the informality. "I know you didn't, Cara. I don't have very many rules, but those that I do, I expect you to follow. Is that clear?"

  She nods quickly, and I smile.

  I don't tell her I knew she'd be late.

  I don't tell her I invented the ridiculous rule just so I could fucking punish her. She's a smart girl, she can put two and two together by herself.

  "Have you had a look at the grounds?" I ask her, and she nods. "What did you think?"

  "Oh, it's beautiful here," she tells me, her voice full of impressions from our beautiful surroundings. I'm not very humble, but even if I were, I'd have to admit my home is stunning. "I love the little orange grove, the pool... And the other parts, too."

  I can see an unspoken question in her eyes, but I don't press her for information. It's cute that she thinks she can hide shit from me. I'm going to find out eventually, anyway.

  "I'm glad," I tell her with a warm smile.

  "I also met-" she starts up, and I cut into her words before she can go on. Fucking hell, I didn't call her in here to fucking listen to her rant on about Luca.

  "Your punishment still needs to be taken care of," I tell her simply. A light blush develops on her cheeks and she giggles nervously.

  "Oh, I thought..."

  "Thought I was kidding?" I ask her gently, then shake my head. "Sadly, no. I believe rules are meant to be followed. Mine aren't too strict, as you'll come to find out." A lie, but she needn't know that. "If you obey me, everything will turn out alright."

  "Okay," she says uncertainly. "So, what is my punishment, then?"

  I get up from my desk and sit back down in my chair after admiring the view from my window for a short moment. I can feel her nervous gaze on my back, but I don't acknowledge it. Let her worry about what's coming. I bet she thinks I'll tell daddy dearest or some shit.

  "I'm a little bit old fashioned, Cara," I tell her simply.

  "Okay." Her voice is unsure and shaky, and I love its vulnerability.

  "Come here." I motion for her to come closer, and she gets up on trembling legs and walks to my side of the desk. "Closer." She looks unsure, but she follows my directions until she's standing in front of me. She's even more beautiful up close, a pure vision of young beauty and innocence. I can't fucking wait to ruin her.

  "Now sit on my lap."

  "W-what?" she stutters over her words, her cheeks blushing deeply, but she doesn't take her eyes away from mine. I stare her down, waiting for the multitude of questions that never come. I'm a little surprised, but still unimpressed that she isn't following my clear directions.

  "Sit on my lap, Cara," I repeat in a silky smooth voice.

  It's up to her to react to my words. If she looks repulsed or refuses, I'll let her go, for now at least. But I've spent a long time observing her, and I think she's fucking excited. I think her little pussy's dripping already, and I think she really fucking wants to do as she is told.

  Slowly, she moves her little body into my arms. Her ass comes down on my lap and I groan out loud when her movement causes the smallest bit of friction. My dick has been rocked hard since she walked into my study, but with her sitting on top of me like this, I'm worried I'll embarrass myself and cum inside my pants like a fucking teenager. Cara drapes her arms around my neck and sits there, a vision in her pretty pink dress and her lips lightly parted.

  She's more, she's better than I ever thought she would be. She's fucking unbelievable, and the way she followed my directions after only a moment's hesitation makes me want to devour her. I need to own her ass, and I'm not going to stop until I do.

  "Good girl," I mutter against her ear, and Cara shivers, her whole body trembling on my lap. She's not letting go, and I need to have my hands on her right the fuck now. I take ahold of her tiny waist, my strong fingers digging into her sides and so desperate to have her bouncing on my cock. I can feel the prim and proper way she tucked her dress under her ass isn't working, and her panties are so damn close to my cock the savage part of me wants to just rich them the fuck off and take her.

  "Your behavior is improving," I tell her gently. I tuck a strand of her pretty blonde hair behind her ear and she keeps her eyes downcast, shaking with nerves. "But I still can't let you get away with what you did. You know that, right?"

  She looks up at me, and her eyes are filled with betrayal and embarrassment. Good. I need to break those two emotions into pieces until there's nothing left but yearning. That's the next step, after all.

  "Yes," she replies in a soft voice, and my cock throbs so hard against my thigh I swear she can feel it. Her eyes finally go up to mine again and she blinks once, twice, three times. Her thick lashes rim her eyes prettily and her mouth is still parted, as if she's expecting me to kiss her. Too bad the truth of what's going to happen is far from that.

  In one swift moment, I put her over my lap. She inhales sharply, but she doesn't make another sound as she lays sprawled across my knee. "What happens to bad girls, Cara?" I ask her hoarsely, and she squirms in my arms. I put a hand firmly on the small of her back and hold her the hell down.

  "I... Please." Her voice is weak and we both know what she's asking for.

  "Bad girls get hurt," I tell her simply. "And I believe in physical punishment, because I think you'll love it as much as you'll fucking hate it." I know she'll love the pain, but the embarrassment of being put over my knee like this is going to have her blushing for the rest of the week. She doesn't say a single word, but she gasps softly when I pull her dress up.

  I swear I nearly cum in my trousers when I see her ass. I'd been saving it, the view of her bottom soon to be marked by my lashes. But she's fucking perfect, creamy, soft skin and a bubble butt I could've only dreamed of. She's wearing a tiny thong, a scrap of lingerie that pisses me off. I would've expected her to wear something more modest, but then again, I should've known she's a little slut on the inside.

  "What's this?" I growl in her ear, my fingers going under the fabric of the thong and making her mewl softly. "That's what you wear for a meeting with Daddy's friend, Cara?"

  "Oh god," she breathes, her gasps slow and heavy now. She's stopped struggling to get off my lap, but she's burning the fuck up, her skin hot and heating up even more. "I... I'm sorry."

  "I'm sorry, Sir," I correct her, and I can feel the tension making her body go rigid in my arms.

  "I'm sorry, Sir," she repeats obediently. She turns her head to the side and looks at me, those eyes that are bound to be the death of me staring me down with their sparkling brilliance. And then the little slut
grins at me, a wicked little smile for a wicked little girl.

  "What a naughty little whore," I mutter, and with the snap of my fingers, her sinful thong falls to the floor, ruined. She gasps, and her intake of air turns into a long, sensual moan. "I haven't even touched you, and yet," I remind her, "You're already moaning like a needy whore."

  Her body writhes in my arms and I take my time putting my hand on her ass. She's so fucking soft, her ass bouncing as my hand comes down against it for the first time. She shrieks when I hit her, and as soon as my hand's left her butt, she arches her back and puts her ass up for more.

  "Please," she begs desperately, and I chuckle.

  "Is that so," I say. "Already begging for more like a real slut. We've barely started, Cara."

  "How many?" she asks, and I smooth my hand over her reddening ass. I better not think about her naked pussy on my knee, because I'll turn her the hell around and bury myself balls deep in her hole if I do.

  "How many do you think you can take?" I ask her teasingly, and she gives me a defiant look.

  "Fifteen," she blurts out, and I grin at her.

  "Good," I say sweetly. "Let's double it and see what happens."

  "But..." Her eyes are desperate.

  "Shhh," I say. "Every time I hit your ass, I want you to say, Thank you, Sir, may I please have another? Is that clear?" Her breathing's picking up and she's panicking, squirming needily against my leg. She wants to get off, but fuck me if I'm going to let her. "I said, is that fucking clear, Cara?"

  "Y-yes," she manages to get out.

  "Good," I coo at her, smoothing my hand down her ass again. She moans and I hit her, harder this time. She yelps with pain, but my hand comes down against her ass and I smooth the pain away with a gentle caress.

  "Thank you, S-Sir," she whispers.

  "And what else?" I prompt her.

  "May I..." I smooth circles down her ass and she moans so loud she could wake the dead. "May I please... May I pretty please have another?"

  "What an overachieving little slut," I praise her. "Making me fucking proud, Cara."

  I hit her again.

  And again.

  And again.

  Six

  Cara

  The slaps of his hand across my flesh send me into a frenzy. By the time we've reached ten, I'm shaking, my whole body threatening to collapse in on itself, and yet he isn't stopping, and I know he won't for a while, and it's my own fault. I don't even try to comprehend what's happening fully because it's almost too much for me to handle right now.

  "Please," I croak. "Please stop just for a s-second..." Another slap shuts me up and I moan, long and slow and deep as he makes me stay still in his lap.

  "You said fifteen," Mason tells me darkly. "And I promised you we'd double that. Regretting your words so soon, little girl?"

  "No, I..." I feel tears pricking my eyes. I don't know whether it's because it hurts or because I'm embarrassed, and I don't really care, either. I'm humiliated, and I'm also dripping wet. The moment he lifts me off his lap, he's going to find a big wet spot on his trousers, and I'll want to die on the spot for it. "Please, stop. Please, let me go."

  "Does it hurt?" he asks me gently, and his palm smooths down my ass, massaging the tender and sore spots in long and soothing circles. I moan, and I'm too embarrassed to admit that yes, it does hurt, but it feels incredible at the same time and I don't want him to stop. "I'll stop if it hurts too much, Cara. I promise."

  "Y-yes," I mumble. "Please, it hurts too bad." It's a white lie, but I'm too embarrassed to keep doing this. My center is heating up and I'll die if I cum on his lap like this. I just can't let that happen. "Just let me go, Sir, please."

  Hearing the name on my lips makes him groan, and he rests his hand on my sore ass. "Alright," he says softly, and I let out a long breath of relief. "I promised I'd stop, but you said you could take fifteen, and fifteen it's gonna be. Are you gonna be more careful with your promises next time, Cara?"

  "Yes," I choke out, nodding vigorously. "I promise, I-I really do." I can't even understand the idea of a 'next time'. What we're doing right now, this spanking, is already pushing my limits so much I can't imagine anything as awful and delicious at the same time.

  "Okay," he says, and in a second, he's turned me around on his lap. Time stands still for a moment as I settle my back on his knees and his eyes bore into mine. I can see him like this, see his ridiculously beautiful face that makes me want to claw his eyes out for doing this to me. But he can see me too, and I become increasingly aware of my nakedness on his lap.

  "Please," I beg again, my bottom lip trembling.

  His gaze slowly roves over my body. He stops on my collarbone, going down hungrily and drinking in my tits along with my heaving chest. My hands shake with a need to cover up my pussy, but I know he'll just push them aside, so I don't bother. He groans as his gaze travels lower and takes in my flat stomach and finally, the shaved triangle between my legs. I'm breathing so heavily my back's arching off his lap, and his eyes are violating me, fucking me with their intensity. He doesn't touch me, but he really doesn't have to. It's still too much and I feel like I'm going to burst any moment now.

  "Luckily there are other surfaces for me to hurt," he tells me, and I whimper at his words. He grabs me in his arms and lays me down on his desk, my back flush against the dark wood and my legs hanging off, trembling and shivering as his fingers graze my stomach. “You should learn what happens to little liars, Cara. I know it didn’t hurt that bad.”

  "Don't," I beg him.

  "Don't what?" he asks me, giving me a grin. "Hit you here?" His fingers linger over my belly, traveling upwards. I hiss when he reaches the area under my tits, still covered by my pink dress. "Or here?"

  "Please," I choke out. "Lower, please."

  "Lower what?" he taunts me.

  "Hit me lower..." I beg, and my own words embarrass me so much I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. "On my pussy, Sir." I can't stop the words from coming. I can't stop myself from wanting what I do from this man, practically a complete stranger. "Please, Sir..."

  He chuckles and his fingers go lower. "I won't be able to make it better, though," he tells me darkly. "It's gonna hurt, you know that, right?"

  "Okay," I say breathily. "Just five more, right?"

  "Just five more," he nods. "Can you take them, little girl?"

  "Yes." I may have overestimated my strength, but I'm going to stand up to him now. I'm going to prove I can take five more slaps, in my most sensitive spot, just to spite him. Whether he actually sees it as that is left up to my imagination, and he holds me down with a hand firmly pressed to my stomach, raising his palm above me. I squint and look away as the slap comes down and rings out in the office.

  He's gentler this time, and the sting feels too fucking good for me to stay in place. I squirm on the desk and try to get up, but he holds me firmly in place.

  "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asks me gently, and I give him an incredulous look. "Don't fucking test my patience, Cara."

  "Please Sir," I get out through gritted teeth. "May I please..." His fingers smooth the area he slapped and I gasp. "Please!"

  "Please what?" he demands, and his fingers stop rubbing, making me whimper in a frenzy.

  "May I please have another?" My voice is shaking and I barely recognize the tone. I'm scared, but I'm turned on at the same time, unbelievably turned on and ready for him to do more to my body. Still, when the next slap hits me, I'm unprepared, and a long moan is ripped from my throat.

  "Good girl," he praises me, smoothing down my hair. Most of it has escaped from my chignon now, and with a few simple motions, Mason undoes my hairstyle and my hair falls down in waves around my shoulders. "Such a looker," he tells me gently. "You really are something, Cara."

  He hits me again and again after I utter the magic words, but he doesn't caress my pussy the way he did my ass and it's making me squirm with need under him. No matter how big of a jerk
he is, it doesn't stop me from wanting his hands all over my body.

  "Only one left," he promises. "Are you gonna be a good girl and beg for it?"

  "Please," I whisper. "Please slap me again, Sir."

  "Right here?" He smooths my pussy lips with his fingertips and I gasp. His fingers part them and I hear my own wetness, making me blush deeply. I look away and blink away the tears of humiliation. "Shhh, Cara," he says gently. "It's okay, it's a normal reaction. I'll stop now if you want. Just say it."

  But I can't talk, I can't utter a single word. He sighs and it's the most awful sound, the most awful feeling in the world to know I've disappointed him. He moves his hand away and I grab on to it. His eyes are surprised as they lock with mine, and I guide his hand back to the heat between my legs.

  "One more," I say.

  "Yes," he confirms with a nod. "Only one more." His fingers part my pussy lips again, making me hiss as the air hits my wetness. And then he hits me, slapping the tender area of my opened pussy and making me scream and clench my legs. I really start crying then.

  Before I know it, he's gathered me in his arms and he's whispering calming, sweet nothings in my ear as he sits down on his chair with me in his lap. I curl up closer, needing the comfort of his presence and practically climbing on top of him. He keeps talking to me, sweet things I don't even understand because I'm so far gone. It doesn't even hurt, it's just so much to take in such a short amount of time, and the sheer desperation of having him inside me is almost enough to forget about my throbbing ass.

  He picks me up after a little while and carries me out of his office. I look up through heavy eyes as we walk down the unfamiliar hallways into my bedroom. He places me on the bed gently and I sob, softly and barely there.

  He strips me of my clothes and I barely notice, barely acknowledge he’s now seen me fully naked. Mason covers me up with the duvet, tucking me in gently and turning on a nightlight for me. "I hope I won't have to punish you again," he tells me, and I nod. I can't quite look into his eyes, but when he turns to leave, I reach out for him.