Roman: A Triple Threat Novel

by Josephine Jade

  “It would be my absolute pleasure.”

  Sarah wanted to look over her shoulder but knew that would just get more spanks with the belt.

  “Keep your hands on the desk and your legs spread, Sarah. If you cover your ass with your hands, I will tie you down and give you an extra ten. You can seriously hurt yourself if the belt hits your hands. Don’t disobey me on this.”

  She heard his belt slide out of the loops. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Let’s see how good my aim is, David. One on the thighs, one on the ass, and one on that sweet fleshy spot where they meet.”

  David laughed and made some comment but Sarah was too busy balling her fists and keeping her legs spread. How could she still be aroused laying over a desk in front of two men waiting for the strike of a belt?

  Would the leather be colder than his hand had felt on her bare ass? Would she be able to take this?

  “Thighs first, I think,” Roman said.

  She heard the crack before she felt it, but the fire quickly followed. She couldn’t help the cry that came from her lips.

  “Now ass.”

  The same fire followed. Not unbearable but definitely more painful than his hand had been. Yet she still couldn’t stop herself from grinding against the desk as the heat pooled through her. How could a whipping make her more turned on?

  “Definitely no problem with your aim,” she heard David say. He must be standing right next to Roman.

  “Have you ever seen such a luscious ass?” Roman asked. His fingers pried her cheeks apart again and felt the flush burn all the way down to her chest. A complete stranger was looking at her asshole and pussy. She was completely exposed to both of them.

  “Let’s get the last whip done. She’ll feel this while teaching kindergarten for the next few days.”

  The belt cracked right where her ass met her thighs. Roman had been right, that was much more painful.

  “Aaaaaaah!” She couldn’t help the wail. Roman had been right, that was much more painful. Tears leaked out of her eyes and she desperately wanted to rub the burn now encompassing her entire backside.

  “A kindergarten teacher? You’re going to hell, Roman.” David chuckled. “But that ass is so pretty all marked up that I think it might be worth it. I want to be first in line when it comes time to share.”

  “There won’t be any sharing. Not of this one.”

  “Lucky bastard. I’m off to the main office. Enjoy your toy.”

  After a few moments Roman came to stand beside her again. She heard him putting his belt back on.

  “I have to say you handled your public whipping very well.” His large hands cupped her backside, rubbing, easing the sharp sting into a low burn. Then his fingers trailed back down her ass crack and into her sex.

  “Still soaked.” He sounded pleased. Aroused. “That’s so damn sexy, Angel.”

  Sarah couldn’t talk, could only push herself back against his fingers. She needed to come worse than anything she’d ever needed in her whole life. “Please…” she moaned.

  One finger worked in and out of her. He added another and she groaned louder.

  “Somebody likes being bent over the desk and having her ass spanked. Is that true?”

  His finger brushed over her clit, enough to drive her even higher, but not enough to push her over the edge. His fingers went back to rapidly thrusting in and out of her. Sarah couldn’t hold her hips still. She desperately pushed back against his fingers.

  “Is that true, Angel? You like being bent over a desk, spanked and finger fucked?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she sobbed, moving her hips, hoping she could keep him going long enough to reach the orgasm barreling towards her.

  “What’s true, Sarah? Say it loud enough for my men to hear you.”

  “Yes, Sir. I like to be bent over your desk, spanked and finger fucked.” She all but yelled it. She didn’t care a rat’s ass about her pride. He rewarded her with another brush over her clit. She sobbed again when he moved it away.

  “Good girl. Now I want you to tell me where your brother is.”

  She could hardly understand what Roman was talking about. His thumb strummed over her clit again and she keened. When he moved it away she felt like she had no control over her body. “No, no, please. Please.”

  “Where is he, Sarah?”

  “I swear Sir, I don’t know. I swear, he left while I wasn’t home. Please, please.” She didn’t know. He couldn’t stop, he had to believe her.

  Everything hurt so much: her butt from the spanking, her pussy from longing, her entire body from its need to orgasm. She would give him anything right now to get his fingers back on her clit.

  “I believe you, Sarah, so you get to come. But I want you to beg me for it and call yourself my perfect fuck toy. Loud enough for my neighbors to hear, not just my men.”

  Sarah was beyond any sort of pride. She yelled it as loud as she could between her heaving breaths. “Yes, Sir. Please let me come! I’m your perfect fuck toy and will do anything you say. Please, Sir.” She was all but thrashing over the desk.

  In the back of her consciousness she could hear him chuckling as she begged, but she didn’t care. His thumb rubbed hard against her clit giving her the friction she needed. At the same time he leaned over her and bit—hard—at the place where her neck met her shoulder.

  Sarah screamed as the entire world shattered in a starburst of colors that then sucked all the air out of her lungs and bowed her chest off the desk as she ground herself against his fingers. As her chest lifted from the force, Roman’s free hand came around to pinch her pebbled nipples and hurdled her into another orgasm that just built on the first. Sarah sobbed his name over and over.

  Shudders coursed through her body as he continued to slowly work his fingers in and out of her, bringing her down from her high. She’d never felt anything close to this her entire life. She collapsed on top of the wooden surface, able to feel Roman’s fingers traveling down her back and brushing through her hair. He eased her legs a little closer together so she could rest more easily, but the firm pressure of one of his hands between her shoulder blades let her know she was meant to stay on the desk.

  “I’m going to do some work and will have my men coming in and out. They’ll want to get a look as to what all the screaming was about.” Roman walked around her and sat down in his massive office chair, so he was now closer to her head. He brushed a few more strands of her hair from where they’d matted against her forehead. Then he reached down and kissed her on the temple.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, Sarah. More perfect than I would’ve ever imagined.”

  It was almost tender. Sweet. Sarah hadn’t known Roman even had the capacity for those emotions in him.

  “But when I smack you on the ass every few minutes that means one of my men is in the room and I want you to spread your legs wide so they can get a good glimpse at what a perfect fuck-toy looks like. If you don’t spread them so wide it invites them to look, I’ll get out my belt again.”

  So much for sweet.

  Chapter Six

  Roman sat at his desk long after Sarah had gone home. He wasn’t doing any work. Jesus, for the amount of time he’d spent in his office today, this was the least amount of work he’d gotten done ever.

  He sat in his office chair staring out at the large windows that framed the wooded area behind his home. Roman loved this house because it was both private and yet close enough to the city that he didn’t have to worry about travel times.

  But hell if he was ever going to be able to work in this office again without thinking of Sarah. He chucked just slightly and groaned as he felt his cock grow hard again. The thought of today would have him growing hard well into his eighties.

  Forget Viagra. Just an image of Sarah over his desk.

  It had been an arduous day for her. After the spanking and her orgasm—and Jesus, if that hadn’t been a sight to behold, the way her pussy had clamped down on his fingers—he’d kept her as his d
esk ornament, but had turned her around so that beautiful backside had been in easy reach.

  He’d loved hearing her sharp intake of breath every time he’d give a sharp little slap on one of welts from his belt. Had loved hearing her moan as every once in a while he’d move from his work to play with her pussy. Just enough to keep her in a state of arousal, but not enough to get her even close to orgasm.

  He could feel her stiffen every time he even came close to touching that tight little asshole of hers. That would be next. It was obviously virgin territory for her, but it wouldn’t be by the time they were finished. When his thumb had pressed against the hole she’d shied away. Had moved on the desk trying to get away from him.

  He’d made sure she understood that was unacceptable with five sharp swats to the ass with his hand.

  “Don’t move again, or I’ll make you hold your cheeks open as I finger fuck you there.”

  She’d stiffened, but had held completely still, a little bit to his disappointment. Not that the time wouldn’t come where she would hold her ass open while he finger fucked her. He wanted that, so it would happen. And he had no doubt she would learn to love it the same way she loved the spanking today.

  Hell, he was beginning to think she might love everything he wanted to do to her. Which would work out well for both of them, since she owed him at least ninety-nine more nights. Or more, since she voided their “contract.”

  He’d believed her when she said she didn’t know where her brother was. She’d been so mindless to come, Roman had no doubt she would’ve given him every bit of information—down to the address—if she’d had it.

  If he found out she lied, she would be sorry in a way she’d never been sorry before. They would start every session with a whipping from his belt that would have her sobbing. Then he would fuck her whichever way he wanted, and then they’d end with another whipping.

  Roman found that he didn’t look forward to that as much as he thought he would, so he hoped she wasn’t lying. He liked the thought of giving her two or three relatively light smacks across the ass like he had today—some nice welts for her to remember who she belonged to—but didn’t really want to make a brutal punishment part of their routine.

  But he would if she lied. Wouldn’t hesitate for a second.

  No, he’d much rather continue like they had today.

  Once he could tell she was getting physically uncomfortable over his desk, he’d had her stand up and stretch, watching her gorgeous full tits as her arms wound up over her head and she tilted from side to side. Then he made her do it again while standing over his chair so he could easy take her nipples into his mouth while her arms were over her head. They’d already been sensitive from how hard and long they’d been beaded against the wood of his desk, and he hadn’t showed much mercy. He’d sucked and gently bitten on them until she was moaning again, her own wetness pooling at her thighs.

  Then he’d alternated, playing with her breasts as she’d knelt by his chair, putting her back up onto the desk and playing with her striped ass and soaked pussy. Made sure she was in a constant state of arousal.

  And, as he’d promised, every time one of his men came in, he made sure they had a good view of her luscious ass bent over his desk. Each time she’d gotten just as wet as before.

  And blushed just as hard.

  His little fuck toy both loved and hated to be treated dirty. Such an interesting dichotomy that Roman planned to explore a great deal. She definitely wasn’t very experienced, her blowjob had proven that, but she was the most exciting thing Roman had come across in… maybe ever.

  And he hadn’t taken as much enjoyment as he thought displaying her for his men. It needed to be done—word had to get around that Roman was brutal to those who betrayed him, or in this case brutal to the sacrificial lamb for that betrayal. No one would be tempted to think he’d let Robbie Hastings’ sins go unpunished.

  But he had to admit that after whipping her in front of David, if she had shown true upset at being displayed that way, Roman wouldn’t have let the other men see her at all. It wouldn’t have been as effective for getting the word out, but he had done enough.

  But when he’d been playing with her nipples as she knelt beside him on the floor and Saul had knocked on the door, instead of flinching she seemed to like it. At least her body did.

  “Up on the desk to give Saul a view, Sarah.”

  He’d watched her nipples grow harder. Watched the wetness between the legs as she opened them wide and leaned over the desk. Watched her pant and yet blush.

  It had made him want to fuck her right there.

  Saul had obviously appreciated the view, and that was what Roman hadn’t liked. He’d found he wanted to keep Sarah just for his eyes. But he had a point to make.

  “What do you think, Saul?” Roman had stood and ran a full hand over her ass and thighs like it was meat.

  “That’s a nice desk ornament, boss.”

  “You like those stripes? Think she needs more?”

  “I think you should give her as many as she deserves.”

  Roman had run his fingers through her wet pussy. “I think this dirty girl is going to deserve many, many stripes over the course of our agreement.”

  She’d gotten even wetter.

  After Saul had left and everyone else had gone, Roman had worked Sarah back up into a frenzy, but hadn’t let her come. They’d finished the afternoon by her sucking him off again on her knees in front of his chair.

  By the time she’d left she had rug burns on her knees, stripes on her thighs and ass and her nipples were raw and straining from all of his playing.

  She looked well and truly used.

  Roman’s cellphone rang. His brother Dominic. Evidently he’d drawn the short straw with Lukas about who would call Roman.

  Roman connected the call. “Dom.”

  “I hear Sarah Hastings had a pretty interesting day in your company.”

  Roman chuckled. “Did someone report directly to you or are the rumors already getting around?” The men were loyal to the Rinaldi family, Roman, Lukas, and Dominic.

  “Rumors first. Then I asked David when he got over here. Sounds like you’re doing your best to make an example out of her.”

  “Wasn’t anything she didn’t beg for at the top of her lungs.”

  Now it was Dominic’s turn to chuckle. “Yeah, I got wind of that too. Evidently everyone now knows what the perfect fuck toy looks and sounds like. Sorry I missed that. I also heard we don’t have Robbie Hastings in our possession.”

  Roman grimaced. “No. He took off. But Sarah doesn’t know where he is.”

  “You sure about that?”

  Roman thought about Sarah sobbing, begging to come, her head thrashing back and forth, hair plastered to her face. “Fairly certain. If I find out otherwise, there will be hell to pay.”

  Dominic sighed. “You’re not usually one to let a woman stand between you and business.”

  “She won’t come between me and business. The family comes first, as always. But, if she’s willing to trade herself for her brother’s life, then I’m willing to allow that. We’ll find Hastings. And he won’t escape my wrath. But I’ve agreed to not kill him.”

  “Sure that’s the right move?”

  Roman leaned back in his chair. “We’ve spared people before. And everyone obviously is aware that I’m receiving payback in other ways.”

  “Fine. From what I hear, her perched on your desk was a sight to behold. I just want to make sure we’re not making a practice of this.”

  “I’m not, I don’t even plan to expose her to the men again. This was just to get the word out that someone who fucks the Rinaldi family will get fucked in return.”

  “Literally in this case.” Dominic’s amusement was clear. “So we still find Robbie but we don’t kill him.”

  “Yes, and I will make sure she knows that if he contacts her, she’s to report it to me immediately.”

  They finished their conver
sation, Dominic offering to step in for Roman if he needed any help getting Sarah to beg while bent over the desk. Roman laughed it off, but his brother damn well wouldn’t be touching Sarah. No one would.

  She’d only been gone a few hours and he already wished he had her back. This time to fuck her properly in a bed.

  There would still be begging.

  He would see her tomorrow. Had given her a phone to keep with her so he could get in touch with her whenever he wanted. Get her in his house whenever he wanted.

  Since he told her she wasn’t allowed to get herself off unless he’d instructed her to do so, she would arrive tomorrow ready for what he would give her.

  Roman couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Seven

  Two days later she was back, still trying to come to grips with this arrangement. And how turned on she’d been from the minute Roman had stormed in to her apartment and every minute there after. Teaching today, knowing—or rather not knowing—what was coming tonight, had been difficult.

  Roman had met her at the front door, just as breathtakingly handsome in his t-shirt and jeans as he had been in his dress shirt and pants two days ago. As soon as she walked in the door he’d pulled her roughly against him and kissed her breathless. Her arms had wound around his neck as his slipped around her waist.

  God, she wanted him so much. Had been thinking about getting here from the moment she’d left. Would he bend her over his desk again in front of his men? She didn’t exactly hope so, but if it meant he would bring her to another literally screaming orgasm, she was willing.

  But as he released her from the kiss she realized there didn’t seem to be anyone else around.

  “We’re going to go up to my bedroom.” He pulled back so he could look in her eyes as he spoke. “That ass you were trying to hide from me two days ago is going to get plugged. And that pussy that clenched so hard around my fingers will be around my cock instead.”

  Sarah could feel her own breath hitch. She’d never had anyone do anything to her ass before Roman. She knew about plugs, theoretically, but definitely had never experienced one.