Meadow’s POV:
I was equal parts terrified and excited about the fact that I was about to be spanked by Alaric. No, not spanked.
Whipped. With his expensive leather belt.
The pulse in my neck quickened as I slowly turned around and bent over the desk, pressing my cheek against the cold, hard wood.
The tension in the room thickened, and I shut my eyes, waiting for Alaric to say something. Anything.
There was no way he was happy about me doing this all because I wanted to save Tyler. Like I didn’t want it.
But the truth was that I absolutely wanted it. In fact, I wanted it so much that heat had already pooled between my thighs a long time ago.
He finally cleared his throat, and when he spoke, his voice was low and raspy. “Now, reach down and pull your panties down.”
My muscles tense
