The Alpha's Punishment by Renee Rose Page A

in his chair, shoving his laptop back on his desk. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and he looked every bit the powerful Latin American millionaire, both in demeanor and stature. “You’re late.”
    “I am?”
    “Yes. I got hard for you an hour ago. Lock the door.”
    Her belly fluttered. She turned the lock on the handle. “I, um, wanted to talk to you about something.”
    He gave his head one decisive shake and she shut her mouth. “Not now.” He pointed at the floor at his feet. “Come over here.”
    Her nipples hardened in anticipation of whatever game he had in mind. But she needed to talk to him now, before she lost her nerve. “Ben?”
    He arched a brow as if to ask whether she dared defy him.
    She licked her lips and walked forward to the place he’d indicated.
    “On your hands and knees. Facing away from me.”
    Okay… maybe she would tell him later. She lowered into position, her fitted work skirt and blouse making the stance seem all the more degrading.
    Ben lifted the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to her waist.
    She shivered.
    He pulled her panties down to mid-thigh.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Quiet,” he snapped, delivering a loud smack to the back of her right thigh. He knew she hated when he made noise like that, the idea of Karen or anyone else hearing their exploits too humiliating to contemplate. Everyone already assumed she’d slept her way to the top, and she’d be fighting that perception for years. “Do not speak unless you’re spoken to.”
    Her pussy clenched. ‘Yes, sir’ rose to her lips and she bit it back. She imagined what it would look like if someone walked in, and reminded herself she had locked the door. But what if she hadn’t turned the knob the entire way? Or what if someone tried it and found it locked—they would know instantly what had been going on. Not that everyone didn’t whisper about her anyway. That was part of why she didn’t want to start a family yet. She had to prove herself here—prove she was more than Ben’s eye candy, that she had a brain and could make good decisions.
    But she lost all thought of anything work-related when the bulbous tip of something hard and plastic pushed against her sopping entrance. She jerked in surprise, then stilled, panting as Ben parted her inner lips with the toy and thrust it forward. He pushed it in, stretching her wide, then pulling it back out.
    She gasped at the loss of sensation.
    He repeated the action, fucking her with the toy.
    She craned her neck to see over her shoulder, winning another sharp slap.
    “Eyes on the floor.”
    “Yes, s—” Damn. She’d failed again.
    He made a tsk-ing sound. “Disobedience will always be punished, Ashley. You know that.”
    She whimpered.
    He ran a warm hand over her bottom. “Tonight I’ll give you a bare-bottomed spanking to teach you to mind,” he said, relieving her fear that he would do it then and there, where others would hear. He rubbed the smooth plastic tip of the toy around the seam of her entrance, then thrust it inside her. It disappeared, small enough to fit in her greedy channel.
    She heard the flick of a button and then her insides began to vibrate. She wobbled, her knees no longer holding her up, and she dropped her bottom toward her heels.
    Ben’s hand caught her ass before it reached its destination, sending her flying back into position with a yelp.
    “Oh, God,” she moaned, forgetting again not to speak.
    “Naughty.”
    “I know,” she moaned. “I’m sorry.”
    He chuckled. “You will be.”
    She shifted from one knee to the other, essentially wagging her tail in a growing desperation. The vibrator was too much—sensations overwhelming her and sending her over the edge, ready to orgasm at a moment’s notice.
    “Please, sir?” she whimpered.
    “Put your chest and head down on the floor,” he ordered.
    She hesitated, the position so degrading she thought she ought to protest.
    “One…”
    She dropped into the