Unlawful Desire
Page 13
A mixture of anxiety and excitement trickled through her and for a moment, she deeply resented what happened with Cord. If not for that, she wouldn’t have hesitated.
Oh, Ella knew he was right, yet some ridiculous part of her felt if she wore the plug in the workplace, somehow everyone around her would pick up on the arousal that plagued her every time she moved, the way her mind wandered to Rock with every new spear of need.
Jesus, this was the kind of thing she did to her subs.
Ella looked into his eyes. Warmth shone there. This was a first small step toward the far more intense fantasy he’d shared with her that night, only the plug offered the thrill of public sexuality without the risk.
She closed her hand around the butt plug and nodded. “How long do you want me to wear it?”
CHAPTER 13: DISOBEDIENCE
Monday morning dawned bright and breezy, a mirror of Rock’s mood. He only wished Ella could be as relaxed. She constantly rubbed her hands together. He hadn't missed the way she looked around, as though she expected someone to jump out and declare her his sub.
Pulling into a parking space in the underground lot of Clayton Tower, Rock cut the engine on his bike and dismounted. When Annabella climbed off, he slipped his arms around his love, setting his cheek against hers. God, what had he done to deserve such perfection? The flange of her waist fit his arms perfectly, her voluptuous breasts squashed against his chest, soft and feminine.
“Have I told you how crazy you make me, Annabella?”
She ran her hand up the side of his face. “Yeah, but you can tell me again.”
He smiled. “How are you feeling? Are you nervous?”
Ella tensed, glancing around at the full parking lot where people headed from their cars to the elevators. Her cheeks turned pink and her hands slid down his chest. He massaged her arms understanding her reaction. He’d put the plug in for her before they left, leaving it in for the first session; she’d remove it when she got into work.
“I’m fine, Rock.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, I want this. Thank you for setting the rules up the way you did.”
“You remember them? Tell me.”
She licked her lips. “I wear…. Um. For fifteen minutes, three times, at ten, noon, and three. We’re in scene only when we’re alone and no one can hear or see us. No protocol when someone might hear.”
“And if there’s an emergency?”
“I get one pass. If something happens and I get too scared to…” She faltered and cleared her throat. “I call you and forfeit wearing it without consequence.”
“Good. I want you to feel as safe and comfortable as possible.” He took her hand. “Let’s go, beautiful.”
When they were alone in the elevator, she looked at him and her pink tongue flicked over her lips in obvious nervousness. “Are you really going to make me wear this thing three times? Can we negotiate?”
“No way, and now is not the first one, either.”
She groaned, squeezing her knees together. “I already feel like my…like I’m on fire.”
“Good.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers, loving the way hers trembled. “I’ll call you each time and you’d better be wearing it.”
She met his gaze. “And…and if I take it out before time?”
He wanted to grab her hair, but instead crossed his arms, mindful of that infernal bun. “Annabella, you know better than to even ask that. Go ahead, girl. Take it out before time. See if I don’t spend the whole damn night making you come. And come, and come, until I say you’re done.”
Irritation shadowed her face and she jerked her blouse in place on her shoulders. “Always the pain in the ass. Sir.”
“You know me. Behave, or I’ll show you what a pain in the ass I really am. Tonight, in bed.” He pulled off his fingerless gloves and shrugged off his bomber jacket, leaving only his charcoal suit.
Ella swallowed. She slid her hand up his chest, fixing his tie. “How you look as good in a suit as you do in leather is beyond me.” She made a sound like she’d tasted something yummy. “I’m gonna go crazy with this thing in thinking of you every damn time I breathe.”
He chuckled and hooked her arm in his with a victorious smirk.
“You are a bad, bad man.” The elevator opened and they walked to her dad’s office.
“You know you love it.”
A scowl pulled her mouth down, but then her eyes softened. “Yes, I do.”
Rock inhaled the scent of her arousal as she managed to walk without looking like she was being fucked in the ass. He resisted a powerful urge to swat her backside. Ah, this was going to be a good day.
* * * * *
Ella looked at the clock in her office for the hundredth time since Rock left. Only five minutes to go until twelve o’clock. A shiver ran through her.
She bent over, taking out a bottle of juice. No frisson of pleasure shocked through her at the movement and she missed the plug stretching her. She thought of Rock, the desire burning in his eyes when she’d let him slip it in on the bed, working the steely bud into her ass and her pussy clenched. Damn if she didn’t feel a certain rush walking past people in the halls, feeling that thing press against her walls with every movement. Always wondering if they could sense her pleasure, every new ripple of pleasure a reminder of Rock’s ownership over her.
Ella finished the juice just as the clock hit noon. She took her purse into the large bathroom off to the side in her office.
At the door, she stopped, letting out a scoff. For Christ sake, she was alone. No one was scheduled to see her until well past lunch, and yet she’d not even wanted to bring out the little box with the plug Rock had given her. Instead, she’d taken her whole purse as if she were in a cubicle and dozens of other workers would see.
Sighing, she headed for the stall in her private washroom, then stopped. She looked over her shoulder in the mirror, her face was red from her hairline to her neck.
“What the hell am I doing? There’s no one here.” If she was ever going to get used to doing anything kinky in public to fully explore Rock’s fetish, she was going to have to get past her worries.
Ella went to the counter, set down her bag and took out her phone. No one would see her, so why not do it here? She set the phone on the counter. It was just after twelve. He’d call any minute now. She pulled up her skirt and slid her panties to her knees.
Stomach somersaulting, she lubed up the silvery plug and bent over, inserting the toy into her back opening. The initial pleasure-pain dulled to a tolerable intensity and she pulled her underwear back up. She was about to settle her skirt back down when the phone trilled, echoing in the small room. Ella smiled at Rock’s name.
“I have it in already, Sir.”
A chuckle vibrated through the phone, low and husky. “Good girl. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.”
Butterflies did a wild dance in her belly. The air of satisfaction in his praise was scorching hot, so much that she craved it.
“Take it out fifteen minutes from when you put it in, girl. Not a second sooner.”
“Yes, Sir.” Thank goodness he couldn’t see her eyes roll. She shifted from one foot to the other and the change in posture caused the plug to shift. Ella snatched in a breath.
Good?” Rock’s voice was oddly throaty and relaxed.
“Yes. Are you on break?”
“Mm. Are you wearing panties, Annabella?”
The switch in topic made her blink. “What? Of course.” He hadn’t said not to.
“Take them off.”
“What?” She stared at the phone.
“Take them off. I don’t want you wearing them while we talk.”
She sighed and reminded herself of her goal, getting to a point where the least little public kink didn’t send her running.
“Yes, Sir.” She set the phone down and slipped her panties off. Every movement sent another intense volt of pleasure through her. “Done, Sir.”
Her pussy clenched as if the question were a caress. The urge to lift her skirt and stroke herself, just once, twice, rode her hard and she bit her lip. He’d made it clear last night she wasn’t to come without his permission.
“It is. You’re killing me. Sir. Where are you while we’re having this extremely hot conversation about my pussy?”
“In the Moss’s office, but they went to see a new property. We’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you. Tell me what you want to do to yourself.”
Oh, the bastard. “Sir, you can’t forbid me to touch myself or get off and then make me describe getting off. That’s not fair.” The maddening ache in her pussy intensified, moisture coating her thighs without her panties to contain it. Damn it, she was going to go insane if she didn’t…
“I can do anything I damn well please. Answer me, girl.”
“I want to stroke my pussy until I come, screaming your name, Sir.”
“But you can’t, you know that don’t you?” Rich satisfaction dripped from his voice.
She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Because you know what I’ll do to you if you do.”
Pure, molten desire rocked through her and Ella closed her eyes. She imagined all the inventive ways he could bring her over the edge, over and over for as long as he liked. Her fingers clenched her skirt.
“I asked you a question, whore. You know what happens to you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir, I know.”
“You can’t get off, but I can, can’t I?”
She thought she heard something creak—a chair?—then metallic clinking rang through the phone. His belt. His breath hitched. Oh Jesus, he wouldn’t.
Her shock made her forget protocol for a moment. “Rock, you wouldn’t do that. You wouldn’t make me listen to you get off when you know I can’t.”
“Protocol, Annabella.” His voice hardened even though it sounded a little strained. “I would, and I am.”
Over the phone, a slow breath that sounded like it was let out through his nose filled her ears. The sort of sound that indicated carefully controlled, yet mounting arousal.
“Fuck, girl. Do you know what I’m doing now? I’m squeezing my cock. Running my hand so slowly up and down and imagining it’s your hot little whore mouth sucking me. So good.”
An intoxicating mixture of nervousness and excitement burned in her veins even as her pussy turned slick with the thought of him in her mouth pumping in and out.
“Sir, what if the Mosses come back and see you doing that?”
“Then they’ll get an eyeful, won’t they?” His faint laugh let her know he was joking, but somehow she had a feeling the thought of them coming back, catching him pounding himself to release heightened his arousal.
“You’re evil, Sir.”
Every sound he made seeped into her, going straight to her clit. The creaking became more frequent, and his breathing went ragged. Her pussy clenched in response and the urge to share in his pleasure, to stroke herself to a swift and intense release almost overpowered her.
He grunted softly and she closed her eyes again. He’d come, she hadn’t. Fuck, she wanted to ride him furiously until she exploded.
A rumble of satisfaction reached her ears and she imagined him sitting back, regaining his composure in Michael’s chair. “That was good, girl. Next time I come, it’ll be your mouth around my cock. Now go back to work.”
Ella swallowed, hardly able to breathe for the arousal humming through her. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll call you at three and make sure you have that plug in again.” His breathing was almost normal, but there was a primitive sound to it. Damn him, he just loved that, didn’t he, tormenting her? But she’d be lying if she told him every part of it didn’t turn her on.
Shortly after Ella got off the phone with Rock, she had cause to call him back. Hours of digging into the last of Scalder’s dealings finally yielded something. She stared at the screen, excitement bringing a grin to her lips.
Rock answered on the second ring.
“You won’t believe this. Listen to this. I finally found something on Scalder.”
“What is it?” Hope radiated from his voice.
“I found a file from a deal in Kranton. There’s a bunch of legal papers. Apparently Scalder paid a number of people hush money after something happened to one of his buildings. There was a court case, but the charges didn’t stick.”
Papers rustled on his end and keys clicked in rapid succession. “Right. It was before I took the bar exam. Holy shit. He paid three people off after some sort of building code violation landed him in court. No one could prove he did it, but all of them suddenly started living well above their means, and all recanted their statements.”
“Yes. If we can just get one of them to talk, we can find out what he did and if it’s serious enough, we might be able to use it.”
“Yeah. I suggest we pay a visit to as many of those people as we can and then either see if he’s doing something similar again that we can charge him with or threaten to expose what he did until he leaves you and the Mosses alone.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes. I can’t wait to tell the Mosses. They should be back any time. They’ll be thrilled.”
Ella grinned, wishing she could hug him. “You were right, Rock. We’re gonna get him.”
She could hear his smile. “Yup, we are.”
* * * * *
Ella hung up with Rock just before three and took the little white box out of her bag about to head to the bathroom. A ping sounded from her computer and she looked at the screen. Her inbox flashed with a message.
Jake Scalder.
Ice poured into her veins. Great. Now what, you prick? Ella clicked open the message.
Miss Clayton,
I have something you’ll want to see. Meet me at The Rib House in town at 3:30. Kindly leave the lawyer out of it.
J.W. Scalder.
Heart beating in her throat, Ella checked the clock. It was 3:00. Something dark and nasty coiled in her gut. What the hell did he want?
Ella saved the message knowing better than to delete something that could serve as evidence she hoped the hell she never needed. She didn’t miss the implication in the second line. The lawyer. He knew about Rock working for her.
She swallowed. Did he know about their relationship? There’s no way he could know about the kink. We’ve been too careful. She and Rock hadn’t been to the club since she’d last seen Scalder. Except for Holden, she hadn’t taken any clients as Mistress E and Rock and she hadn’t done anything where anyone of consequence could see.
Ella shut her laptop and called a cab. Rock had warned her against going alone, but after what Scalder had done to Judy, she wouldn’t put it past him to take violent action if Ella went against his message and brought Rock along.
Her gaze snagged on the white box on her desk. She was supposed to have the plug in now. She looked at the clock. Scalder’s message said 3:30. She had just time to put it in.
Everyone has skeletons, Miss Clayton. I’ll find yours. She shuddered. Okay, so there was zero chance Scalder would know if she wore that thing through the meeting with him. Yet an unpleasant taste filled her mouth at the thought he would somehow sense something was off.
Ella picked up the box stroking the lid with her finger. She needed to wear it now, not just for Rock, but for herself. To remind herself she was in control. Her, not Cord and not Scalder.
A lump rose in her throat at the thought of letting Scalder have such control. Giving what was meant for Rock to a sleazebag like him.
Still, that man salivated at the thought of the smallest scandal he could use against her. He knew how to blow it up into something that vilified her.
Ella brought up Rock’s number on her cell but stopped before pressing call. He’d given her one pass, a chance to back out. All she had to do was call him and tell
him about the message. He’d understand.
She looked at the ceiling as guilt and embarrassment flooded her. Where was the strong woman, the mogul who took effortless control of everything around her? The Domme who knew how to handle the most demanding types? Women like her didn’t get scared of things like this.
No, she couldn’t deal with this now. She needed to stay focused on Scalder.
“Damn it.” Ella shoved the plug in her desk drawer, nowhere near her while she met with the land developer. Then she picked up her keys and purse.
Rock would be calling any minute. She glanced at her phone. Shame heated her cheeks. She shut it off and put it in her purse. Focus on Scalder now. What the hell does he want?
Muscles tight, she left the office and locked the door, hurrying down to get the cab.
* * * * *
Scalder was already eating when she showed up. He wore a similar pale blue suit to the one he wore the last time she’d seen him and a huge plate of ribs and shrimp sat in front of him. When Ella stalked to his table, he looked up. A too-wide grin with his far too many teeth pulled across his lips. He stood up, straightening his blazer.
“Oh no, don’t get up, Scalder. Pigs don’t look attractive standing.”
He laughed, a much too jovial sound. “I see why men defer so easily to you in the boardroom, Miss Clayton. That quick tongue is a credit to your father’s company. Civilized men stand when a lady enters, even if she isn’t a lady.”
She offered his insult a level smile. “Cut to the chase Scalder, what do you want?”
A shrug and he sat back down digging into his ribs. He nodded to the seat opposite him. “These are delicious. Help yourself, I ordered for both of us.”
“This isn’t a dinner date. I don’t eat with thugs.”
He looked up, his beady eyes too bright. “But you sleep with them, right Miss Clayton?”
The words sent a spear of ice through her. She raised a brow. “I beg your pardon?”
“Don’t play coy with me. You know what I’m talking about. Although, I have to admit, the lawyer makes it look good. He cleans up real nice.”