by Julia Sykes
I fell into my Dominant headspace, and my entire world narrowed to focus solely on her: every hitch in her breathing, every twitch of her inner muscles around my fingers; the sight of her back arched, her ass practically begging to be punished.
“I’m going to give you ten for lying to me about your injury,” I told her, my voice dropping to the deep, controlled register I found in Topspace. “Then I’m going to ask you who hurt you. You will be honest with me.”
“I can’t,” she panted. “Jason, please…” As she begged, she rotated her hips against my hand, craving more stimulation.
I smacked her ass, another light slap that was meant to focus her attention rather than punish.
“Sir,” I corrected her. “My fingers are buried in your hot pussy, and I’m going to spank your ass until it’s glowing red. Your body is under my control. You will address me with proper respect.”
She moaned her lust, and her inner walls clenched in response to my perverse declaration. Her head dropped forward, her cheek resting on the desk as she surrendered.
I trailed my fingers down the line of her spine as I curved the ones that remained seated deep inside her, stimulating her g-spot.
“Good girl,” I praised. “This is going to sting. I want you to try to be quiet for me.”
I was dimly aware of the possibility that this room wasn’t soundproof, but I knew the office beside me was empty, and the other wall was shared with an actual broom closet. No one would hear the smack of my hand against her toned flesh, but they might hear if she screamed.
“Can you do that?” I prompted, smoothing my hand over her ass in a reassuring motion.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“That’s my sweet kitten.” I smiled down at her, and her lips curved up at the corners in satisfaction. She liked when I praised her. God, she was submissive and beautiful and so fucking perfect it made my heart ache almost as painfully as my hard dick. “Don’t forget to breathe,” I warned just before I delivered the first true slap.
She sucked in a sharp gasp, but her inner walls contracted around me in response to the stinging pain I’d awoken in her flesh.
“You are so fucking perfect.” I didn’t even realize I growled the words aloud, but a pretty flush colored her delicate face, and her white teeth sank into her lower lip.
I bit back a groan at the sight. She was innocent and sweet, and so fucking hot under my dominant hands that I could barely contain my desire for her.
I started her spanking in earnest, delivering four more blows in rapid succession, alternating cheeks to spread out the burn. I wanted her to feel the heat of my discipline deep inside, so she would learn not to defy me when it mattered most. She might not need rescuing, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to protect her.
And it didn’t mean I wasn’t going to hurt the man who’d caused her pain.
I paused and took a deep breath. I couldn’t think about McMahon right now. The rage was too raw inside me, and I needed to remain focused on Natalie.
I took a moment to pet her burning skin, to murmur reassuring words before I continued.
“Halfway done,” I told her. “You’re doing so well.”
Her pussy fluttered around my fingers at the praise, even though her eyes were shining with a hint of tears. I knew I wasn’t causing her too much pain, but this first experience in discipline and her submissive reactions would be confusing for her. Many subs found their first spanking overwhelming. I wasn’t going to show any leniency—it was my responsibility as a Dom to be consistent and follow through on my promises—but I could guide her through it. I took a few more minutes to pet her, easing the sting I’d inflicted as I gently rotated my palm against her clit.
“Five more,” I told her gently. “Are you ready, kitten?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, her voice soft and meek. Both of us were completely lost to the power exchange, utterly enthralled by one another.
I delivered the final five blows in sharp, rapid succession, leaving her writhing and gasping for air in the space of a few seconds. She was vulnerable, chastised. And my hand was soaked with her arousal.
“It was McMahon, wasn’t it?” I prompted, my voice low and calm. “Tell me what happened.”
“He said he wanted to apologize,” she responded softly, the words flowing out of her. A single tear spilled down her cheek, but the sight of it didn’t concern me. This was catharsis, not grief. I continued to pet her as she confessed. “We were both in the gym, and I agreed to train with him. Everything was fine, and then he decided to get back at me for embarrassing him in front of the other recruits. I put him down. It won’t happen again.”
“No, it won’t,” I said coolly. “McMahon isn’t going to last another week here. I won’t clear him to continue to graduation.”
She blinked, coming back to herself a little. “But you can’t do that. I told you I don’t need you to rescue me.”
“You don’t need me to, but what about the other women he might abuse from his position of power? I won’t allow a man like that at the Bureau.” It was my job to protect the people I served, and I’d be damned if I let an abusive scumbag like McMahon poison our ranks.
“Are you all right?” she asked softly.
I shook my head slightly and focused on her again. “I just can’t abide abusive men,” I said truthfully. “McMahon’s out of here at the end of the week when I hand in his evaluation. No one will connect it to you.”
“I… Okay. Thank you.”
She was relaxed, all the tension drained out of her. Her body was still bent over my desk, my hand inside her, owning her most vulnerable area. This was exactly how I wanted her: sweet and trusting and wet.
I curved my fingers inside her, and a pleasurable shudder rolled through her body.
“You were very good for me, kitten.” I continued to stimulate her g-spot as I rubbed her clit. “I’m proud of you. Come for me now.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered. “I need you inside me. Please, Jason. Fuck me.”
Her brash plea shocked me to my core and tore at my control. “I don’t have a condom,” I forced out, even as I withdrew my fingers from her pussy to roughly grip her hip, anchoring her in place.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “And I don’t have any STDs.”
“I’m clean, too,” I ground out, already freeing myself from my sweatpants. “I’m going to fuck you bareback,” I warned. “I’m going to come in your pretty pussy and mark you deep inside.”
“Yes,” she moaned, wriggling her hips in invitation. “Please.”
“You’re going to have to be very quiet again for me,” I rumbled, stepping behind her and lining up my dick with her desire-slicked entrance. “I’ll help you.” I leaned over her back and wrapped my hand around her mouth. The dominant act ensured we wouldn’t be overheard, but it also gave me savage pleasure to subjugate her body with such primal actions. With one hand pressed against her lips and the other curved into her hip, I easily pinned her in place as I entered her in one swift thrust. She cried out, but the sound was muffled against my palm.
“Come for me,” I growled the low order, gritting my teeth to hold back my own swiftly approaching release. Natalie had felt perfect the first time we’d fucked, but being inside her without a condom separating us was pure heaven. It was nearly impossible to control myself when she began to contract around me, shattering on my command. She writhed beneath me, and I tightened my grip on her hip as I took her in a harsh, merciless rhythm. I wasn’t going to last long, but she would come again before we were finished.
I released her hip and shifted my hand to her back entrance. My fingers were still slick with her desire, and when I pressed my thumb against her tight asshole, it slipped inside.
Something that sounded like my name caught against my hand, and I firmed my palm across her lips as she cried out in ecstasy. Her pussy tightened around me again, and I finally allowed myself release. My cum lashed into her, marking her.
“Mine,” I snarled as I fucked her through our orgasms, pressing my thumb deeper inside her. “All mine.”
With a final grunt, I thrust all the way in, locking us together through our last seconds of mutual ecstasy. I released her mouth so I could catch her beneath her hips. Her legs trembled, and I barely had the strength in my sated muscles to hold us both upright.
Holding her carefully, I eased us down onto the rough carpet, slipping out of her as we went down. I hated the loss of her heat, so I laid on my back and rested her warm body atop mine. She was breathing hard, and her lovely eyes were closed as she pressed her cheek against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, not wanting a millimeter of space between us.
She yelped when I pressed down on her bruises.
I cursed and instantly released her. She scrambled back, her eyes clouding with confusion.
“I’m sorry, kitten. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll be more careful.”
I reached for her, and she shifted away. “Jason, I…” She shook her head as though to clear it. “I don’t know what…”
Fuck.
“Come here,” I ordered, trying my hardest to keep my voice gentle when panic was rising in my chest. She was staring at me with something like horror. “You’re going to drop. You need aftercare.”
“Drop? Aftercare?” She shook her head again and got to her feet, pulling her shorts up as she went. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m leaving. This was a mistake.”
I pushed upright as well, hastily covering myself. I suddenly felt far too exposed and vulnerable.
“Don’t go.” My voice held a pleading edge, and I didn’t even care. “I know you must be confused, but let me explain.”
“Explain?” she demanded. “What is there to explain? You spanked me, and we just fucked against your desk. You’re my instructor, and we just fucked in your office. Oh shit, shit!”
“You’re dropping,” I tried to get her to see reason. She’d never been disciplined before, and now she was pulling away before I could give her the proper aftercare. She needed me to cuddle her close and tell her everything was okay. As it was, she was going to spiral into confusion and self-doubt, especially considering she didn’t know anything about BDSM or the power exchange that had just taken place between us. “Calm down, and we’ll talk.”
“Calm down?” she hissed, her eyes flashing. “I don’t fucking think so. I’m leaving. Don’t follow me, and definitely don’t ever call me to your office again. I’m serious about my career, and if you have any respect for me at all, you’ll leave me alone.”
My hands fisted at my sides as I forcibly prevented myself from reaching out for her. “Please don’t leave like this. Just stay and talk to me. Of course I respect you.”
She laughed, a high, anxious sound. “If you respected me, you wouldn’t have spanked me like a child.”
“It’s not like that at all,” I said, struggling to maintain a veneer of calm. “Natalie, I—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” she snapped. “I’m leaving. I’ll see you in class tomorrow. And don’t you dare even think about kicking me out of the training session. I told you I didn’t need saving, and I meant it. I’m going to graduate without your help. Stay out of my way.”
She stormed out before I could say anything else, but not before I saw the tears shining in her eyes.
Damn it!
She was dropping hard, but I couldn’t go after her. She was so on edge, she’d probably start yelling at me in public. Then we’d both get kicked out of Quantico. I didn’t want that for her. And I certainly didn’t want it for me, either.
Was I really so far gone that I’d lost all control? How had it come to this? I was risking my career for a good fuck.
I hated myself as soon as I thought it. Natalie was so much more than that. She was an extraordinary woman, and if I’d met her at any other time in my life, I’d tie her to my bed and never let her go.
As it was, my shitty decisions were making it clear that I wasn’t fit to be her Dom. Hell, I wasn’t even fit to be her instructor. Being a field agent was laughably beyond my capabilities at the moment. My own life might be in tatters, but I had no business ruining hers, too.
Chapter 9
Natalie
I couldn’t stop crying. And that made me angry, despite the sense of bereavement that had taken hold deep in my chest. I couldn’t allow myself to break down in front of Elena in our dorm room, so I let it all out in the shower, swallowing my sobs so she wouldn’t hear. Even after I thought my tears were all spent, the constant sting at the corners of my eyes threatened to well up again.
The next morning, I knew fine red veins crisscrossed the whites of my eyes, but there was nothing I could do about it. It took all my effort to suppress the strong, irrational sense of grief that was crushing my heart. I felt… lost. Confused.
Jason had mentioned “dropping,” but this was so much worse. I felt like I was in free fall: completely powerless to stop dropping, with no end in sight.
What would have happened if I’d stayed with him? He’d said he wanted to explain. Explain what? Why he’d treated me like something between a disobedient child and a sex object? I didn’t understand what had happened at all.
I wasn’t completely naïve. I knew some people enjoyed a little kink, and a slap or two against my ass during sex wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to me.
But what had happened in Jason’s office was different from that. He’d taken charge of my body and ensnared my mind in a way I didn’t understand. I’d never been so meek with a man, but I’d craved to give Jason everything he demanded of me. He’d claimed he was taking care of me. And I’d certainly felt both cherished and chastised.
I hadn’t intended to rat Trent out, but the words had flowed from me without a thought.
But I had my pride, my aspirations. And allowing an instructor to fuck me over his desk was simply too mortifying, even if that instructor was Jason.
Especially because that instructor was Jason. Because I knew I wouldn’t surrender to another man as thoroughly and eagerly as I submitted to him.
Submissive. He’d called me that a few times. I didn’t think of myself that way at all. I was strong, capable. I didn’t take shit from anyone.
And yet, I’d spread my legs and begged Jason to fuck me after he’d disciplined me.
Confusion muddled my thoughts and increased my sense of anguish. It tormented me throughout the day, and by the time I made it to Jason’s class, I was thoroughly exhausted, even though I hadn’t worked out yet.
“You okay?” Nate asked, his dark eyes soft with concern.
“I didn’t sleep well,” I said truthfully. “Sorry if I’m not really completely here today. I’ll try to keep up.”
“I’ll go easy on you,” he offered kindly.
I shook my head. “Please don’t. I need to keep up with everyone else. We’re going to graduate together, remember?” I offered a weak smile.
He returned it tentatively, still studying me with concern. “All right. But promise me you’ll get some rest tonight. I don’t like when I land a hit on you. I know you’re better than me, and it feels wrong.”
I put on a brave face. “Then I guess I’ll just have to make sure to take you down today. Twenty bucks says you don’t land a single hit.”
“I’ll take you up on that some other time. The condition you’re in today, it would feel like stealing.” He winked, keeping the tone light despite his lingering worry.
“Quiet,” Jason barked out as he entered the room. He appeared even more dangerous than usual, his powerful bearing radiating barely restrained fury.
I quickly cut my eyes away so I didn’t have to look at him. Even though he was several yards away from me, I felt his presence like a palpable thing. The pressure on my chest increased, and my eyes stung.
We began the lesson, and I was careful to keep my eyes averted from Jason and my focus on Nate. I couldn’t afford to have h
im hit me where I was injured. If Jason saw my weakness, he might kick me out of class again.
I worked even harder than usual, my body screaming in protest when I twisted in a way that pulled at my bruised muscles. I set my jaw, determined to push through. Nate’s movements were hesitant, his brows drawn as he watched my silent struggle.
“Don’t hold back,” I demanded through clenched teeth. “I don’t want Ja— Agent Harper,” I corrected, “coming over here.”
Nate nodded grimly and came at me in earnest. I went on the defensive, and I wasn’t able to gain the upper hand for the duration of the lesson. It was all I could do to block him and hold my ground.
Even though my performance was lackluster, Jason didn’t come near us. I was immensely grateful. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to prevent myself from bursting into tears if he criticized my technique today. I would crack under the slightest censure from him.
I was panting and sweating by the time the lesson ended, and I dreaded my afternoon class. I wasn’t at all certain that I could focus on crime scene analysis when my mind was such a scattered mess.
“Simmons. Wait a moment.”
My blood turned to ice in my veins at Jason’s order. It wasn’t delivered sharply, but the prospect of facing him made my heart twist. Would he criticize me? Or did he want something else from me, something decidedly darker?
I considered pretending I hadn’t heard him, but I knew I couldn’t defy a direct order from an instructor, not when it had been witnessed by the rest of the recruits. Trent smirked at me as he passed, and Elena snickered cruelly. They certainly both seemed to be under the impression that I was in trouble again.
I glared at Trent. He had no idea how much trouble he was in. Even if Jason was angry with me for storming out on him yesterday, I had no doubt that he would keep his promise and kick Trent out of the academy. Jason’s eyes had tightened with fury when I’d told him how Trent had hurt me.