Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 68: In which she takes a spank

Chapter Sixty- Eight

She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "I... I was just curious," she stammered. Was she? How the hell was she even stammering?

He raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Curious? You were just curious?" he repeated. "You were not curious, you are nosy. Always have been that. And nosy people get punished."

He pulled her closer, his eyes glinting with warning. "And I am just getting started. You were a bad girl. A very naughty girl."

That excited her on a different level. She shivered as his fingers trailed down her spine. Before she could react, he pulled her onto his lap, his grip firm, possessive.

"You think you can snoop around in my room and walk away without consequences?" His voice was low, and a dangerous rasp against her ear.

Her breath hitched. "Ahmet, I was not snooping—"

A sharp smack landed on her backside, making her gasp. Did he just hit her?

She tensed, but his other hand smoothed over her hip, grounding her in the moment.

"Lying makes it worse, my lovely kitten," he murmured, his palm hovering over her skin, waiting.

Another smack. She did not apologize. Then he smacked her again. This time, she bit her lip, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt and refusing to give him the satisfaction of a sound.

"You like this, don’t you?" His voice was amused, taunting, as he rubbed the warmth beneath his touch.

She turned her head just enough to meet his gaze, defiant despite the way her body responded. "Hey! Put me the fuck down." She lied. She didn’t want him to put her down.

His lips curved into a knowing smirk. "I will have to hear you say it then. Let’s see how much you can take."

Another sharp smack. She jolted, her breath catching, but she didn’t fight him. Like hell, she couldn’t even if she wanted to.

Instead, she pressed her palms against his thigh, steadying herself.

"Try again," he murmured, his fingers brushing over the warmth he’d left behind, soothing and punishing in the same motion.

Just then, his fingers began to pull down her panty. Her breath caught in her throat.

She swallowed hard, her pulse hammering. "Yes." she wanted to swear that came out of her mouth without her permission.

"Yes, what?" His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her in closer.

She hesitated, pride warring with the need curling in her belly. Finally, she exhaled, her voice softer this time. "Yes, I like it."

His chuckle was dark, satisfied. "Good girl."

Before she could react, he shifted her, flipping her onto her back so she straddled his lap, her knees pressed into the leather chair on either side of him. His hands slid up her thighs, slow and deliberate, his gaze locked onto hers.

"You’re learning," he murmured, his fingers brushing the edge of her dress. "But you still have a long way to go and I can’t wait to teach you."

Before she could say anything, he lifted her again, effortlessly, his hands a firm grip on her waist, he turned her in one smooth motion.

She tried to catch her breath when she found herself seated, and her back pressed against the warm leather of the sofa.

Her legs were parted before him, his hands trailing down her thighs as he stepped between them, claiming the space as it belonged to him. His gaze darkened as he took in the sight of her, exposed and waiting.

"This," he murmured, his fingers pressing into her skin, "is exactly where I want you."

She shivered under the weight of his stare.

He sank to his knees before her, his hands gliding along her thighs as he positioned himself between them. His gaze flicked up, dark and intense while he pulled down his trousers and then boxers. He then gripped the firm length of his hard member in his hands, aligning it with the meal she had prepared before him. Wet and enticing. He was ready to bury deep within her.

He pressed his erection against her hot glory. Her breath hitched as he teased the opens of it, letting it feel how hard he was before pushing in, slow and deeper.

Her pulse pounded as he slowly traced his fingers along her thigh, parting her legs wider enough.

Her head fell back, and a soft gasp escaped her lips as he entered her.

"Let me know when I’m moving too fast," he whispered and then placed a kiss on her lips.

She was going to feel it again. The last time, each slow push, and each pull had sent a ripple of sensation through her. As she remembered, her body arched toward him instinctively.

His touches were both demanding and teasing, making her squirm beneath him.

"You’re impatient," he mused, smirking as she arched more toward him. "But I like making you wait. And I bet waiting isn’t something you have done before."

She bit her lip, her hands gripping the arms of the sofa as he took his time, making sure she felt every second of his control as he pushed deeper into her.

When he finally moved, he pressed his body against hers, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

"Look at me," he commanded, tilting her chin up so their eyes met. "I want to see every reaction, and every little sound you make."

She could barely think as heat flooded through her, her body yielding completely to his. He set the pace, slow at first, making sure she felt every movement, every shift, every bit of him. He wanted her to know exactly who was in control.

Then the pace increased.

As the tension built between them, his grip tightened, his breath ragged against her ear. "You feel that?" he growled. "That is what happens when you push me too far."

She clung to him, lost in the way he moved, the way he claimed her without hesitation. Every movement, every touch, sent her higher until she was trembling beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and aching. A protest formed on her lips, but it died the moment she felt his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wider.

He looked up at her from between her legs, his gaze dark and full of intent. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice rough with control. "I will decide when you come. This is a punishment, do not forget it."

Before she could protest, his head dipped lower, his breath warm against her sensitive skin. His fingers tightened against her thighs as he took his time, savoring her wet opening, making her writhe beneath him.

She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, desperate for more, but he was in no rush. He wanted to keep her wanting more and begging. He wanted her hovering on the edge, completely at his mercy. It was her punishment.

Asli’s phone began to ring all of a sudden and though she wished she would not pick up the call, she knew the call was important.

She swore under her breath. Who the hell was calling her? And of all the times in the world the person could have called, he or she chose this moment.

Oh, they got to be kidding her. If this wasn’t important then she was going to murder the person.

However, she did not think anyone would call her to crack a joke. It must’ve been that important to have whoever was calling her, call her.

She had to pick up the call. However, what Ahmet was doing to her felt so good she didn’t want him to stop.

’The call is important.’ her conscience whispered to her. Even in this state, she knew all calls coming in were important.

"I have to pick up the call." she finally managed to tell him.

Oh, she was close to coming. ’Don’t stop,’ she wanted to tell Ahmet but her voice failed her.

"Okay," he mumbled in between her legs. He didn’t stop and kept his head there.

She reached for her phone, and it was her father’s name that flashed on the screen. Immediately, a quick panic rushed through her as if she had been caught.

She tried pushing Ahmet away, but he did not budge. His mouth continued to explore her, making it difficult for her to focus on the conversation.

"Hello, s...si...sir," she answered, trying to sound composed despite the distraction.

Ahmet’s tongue danced across her skin, and she felt her body tense with anticipation. She tried to push him away again, but he grasped her hips, holding her in place.

"Why didn’t you come to tell me about your leave?" her father demanded, his voice strict. He was oblivious to the intimate moment she was sharing with Ahmet.

She took a deep breath, attempting to clear her head. Why didn’t he call hours ago or even minutes ago? Why did he call when Ahmet’s tongue was buried inside her?

Ahmet’s mouth paused, and he raised his head to look up at her with a mischievous glint in his eye. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving her crazy.

"What is going on?" her father asked, his tone curious.