His to Punish (The Cleaners Book 2)

by Doris O'Connor

  Her clit was huge and engorged, and she was so very wet, her pussy hole still quivering in rhythmic clenches which pushed more of her sweet arousal out of her hole.

  Giving into the need to taste her again, Ty scooted down the bed, flipped her legs over his shoulder, and lapped up her juices. He would never get enough of her sweet musk, and when she started to lift her hips up and into his face, he looked up to find her watching him.

  A small smile played around her full lips, and her eyes had lost some of that glassy look.

  “Please, Sir, I can’t. It’s too much.”

  Grinning, Ty blew across her pussy, and Jeanette tightened her thighs around his head, as her hips jerked upward.

  “Oh, I think you can, baby, and I really want to claim this hole, too.” He pushed his thumb into her channel, and her internal muscles immediately clenched around that digit.

  Jeanette groaned and screwing her eyes shut, shook her head.

  “Not possible, you can’t be … oh.” Her eyes flew open in seeming surprise when he got to his knees and slid the tip of his now fully erect dick through her slit, until he could bump her clit. An all over body shiver was his reward, and Ty gritted his teeth against the exquisite pleasure of feeling her naked flesh against his sensitive head.

  An image of her covered in his cum sprang to his mind, and it became of utmost importance to him to mark her as such.

  “I want to fuck you again, but I don’t want there to be anything between us. I’m clean. I get checked out regularly, and I know you’ve got an implant so…”

  He kept up his shallow thrusts along her pussy, torturing them both in the process, but seeing his girl go cross eyed, her breasts shaking with the force of her breathing was worth it all.

  “How do you know that?” She gasped her question, and Ty smiled.

  “Alex and James are whizz kids on the computer. I know everything there is to know about you, titch.”

  “Oh.” He marveled at how far she’d come in such a short space of time, because he’d have expected her to argue with him and call him names, but she simply stared up at him.

  Bracing himself either side of her head to keep his weight off her, he lowered his head to kiss her, and he inwardly high fived his foresight to have had this conversation when she was all languid from their lovemaking.

  The label he had just given their sexual encounter was testament to how much fucking trouble he was in, and deepening the kiss, he put all that unsaid emotion into the kiss he gave her. When she kissed him back after a moment’s hesitation with the same desperate need, he flexed his hips, until the tip of his dick breached her hole.

  The feel of her cunt muscles gripping his dick, seemingly intent on pulling him inside her, meant he lost his ability to go slow, and wait for her answer.

  He bottomed out inside of her in one hard thrust, and Jeanette arched underneath him. Her mouth opened in a silent O as he started to make love to her. And it was love, at least in his mind. They had a lot of ground to cover, still, but this woman was his, come what may. Her legs slid off his shoulder, as he bent down to enable him to rest his forehead on hers, and their gazes locked.

  “Tell me this is okay. Tell me you want this. I need to hear you say the words.”

  Jeanette locked her ankles behind his ass, and slid her arms around his shoulders, pushing her breasts into his chest in silent affirmation.

  “Yes, please, so good. I’m … God … don’t stop … yes, there…”

  The rest of whatever she was going to say dissolved into gasps and moans as Ty changed the angle of his thrusts. Missionary had never been his favorite position, but with Jeanette writhing underneath him, dropping kisses on every part of him that she could reach, it was fast becoming thus.

  The feel of her hot, wet cunt contracting around him as he forced himself in as deep as he could go, her sighs and mewls, and the way she met him thrust for thrust … yeah, that was something else.

  Giving into his innate need for control he pinned her arms above her head, while he continued to thrust in and out of her in ever increasing speed. Their gazes locked, and he grinned at what he saw in her expression. Right now she was an open book, vulnerable, exposed, her need and pleasure his for the taking. Ty imagined he probably looked the same, and he had to swallow the words bubbling on his tongue, back down again.

  It was far too soon to declare his feelings. Besides this woman had the power to destroy him, to destroy them all, and he had to keep that in mind, no matter what his heart was telling him.

  Instead he bent his head and taking one of her hard nipples in his mouth he sucked hard.

  Jeanette groaned, and she clamped down on his dick in a stranglehold that made him see stars.

  “Fuck, do that again, baby.”

  He mumbled the words in between switching from one nipple to the other, drinking in the taste of his woman. The harder he sucked the more Jeanette gripped him, and when he felt the ripples of her impending orgasm along his dick, he picked up the speed of his thrusts. Jeanette came around his cock with a gush of liquid to soak them both, and he followed close behind. He climaxed with a shout to rival her scream of completion, and pulling out of her he emptied himself all over her quivering belly, aiming the last spurt at her boobs, before he collapsed on top of her. Ty rolled slightly, mindful to not squash her completely, and pulled her with him until she half lay on him, with her head on his chest.

  His limbs felt like lead, and dropping a kiss on her hair, he smiled at her content sigh.

  “We should get cleaned up, but I can’t move right now, baby.”

  The slight giggle that shook her shoulders made his grin deepen, especially as it was followed by the soft sounds of her snoring. He wasn’t exactly surprised at the fact of her falling asleep. He, too, could do with recharging and pulling the covers over them both with his free hand, he closed his eyes.

  ****

  Jeanette woke up to an annoying buzzing sound, followed by the loss of the nice warm cushion she had been cuddled up to, and the deep rumble of Ty’s voice. Reluctantly she opened her eyes, and it dawned on her that she had fallen asleep on Ty. She ought to be ashamed of her actions, but the slight ache in her butt and the delightful soreness between her thighs left no room for shame. Rather it made her clit tingle anew, and she had to force herself to not give into the instincts to lick the scars on Ty’s back. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he was listening intently to the man on the phone, and a shiver of unease crawled up Jeanette’s spine when she recognized the voice. It was Huntly, and he didn’t sound happy. Neither did Ty, as he replied to him.

  “With all due respect, boss, I don’t think she’s ready for that… Yes, I realize that, but you did give her to me to… No, of course not, sir, but… Very well, I’ll make sure she’ll be there.”

  Ty clicked his phone off and threw it toward the bottom of the bed with a sigh, before he got up and ran hand through his dark hair. He started to pace, and froze when he noticed she was awake.

  “How much of that did you hear?” he asked.

  Jeanette swallowed hard and it was on the tip of her tongue to deny having overheard anything, but the expression on his face stopped her, as he ran his gaze over her exposed chest. Heat rose to her cheeks as she glanced down to see the marks of his possession. His cum had dried on them leaving white marks on her dark skin, and the half-moon bite marks had darkened to form bruises.

  The old Jeanette would have been horrified at seeing those all too visible reminders, but this new version of her, the very one who wanted nothing more than to jump the man looking down at her, smiled. She clenched her thighs to relieve the immediate ache between her thighs, made ten times more potent by Ty stepping closer and running his fingers over his marks.

  “You look fucking hot covered in my cum, baby. I like seeing my marks on you.” He fisted his hand and pulled away with a frown, as though he’d said something he shouldn’t have, and Jeanette belatedly answered him.

  “What does Hu
ntly want me to do that you think I’m not ready for, Sir?”

  Ty’s eyes flashed in some deep emotion which made her heart beat faster when she added that title. Amazing how easily it rolled off her tongue now. Jeanette tried really hard to resurrect her anger at Ty, at this whole situation, but she couldn’t quite get there. No doubt it would return with a vengeance when she came face to face with Ren, but after the pleasure Sir had wrung from her, she couldn’t be angry with him. He had given her a precious gift, after all. She wasn’t that frigid cow she had been labeled.

  Some of her thought processes must have shown on her face because Ty sat back down and cupped her chin.

  “You’re thinking mighty hard there, titch. Care to share with me what’s going on in that pretty brain of yours? And yes, that was Huntly. He wants you to dance tonight. It seems your disappearance has been noticed, and he doesn’t need more police sniffing around. It’s bad enough that fucking Wonsan is hanging around, supposedly off duty.”

  Jeanette couldn’t help her wince at the mention of that policeman, and of course Ty noticed. She fidgeted under his silent regard and crossing his arms over his chest Ty waited.

  “Is there something you need to tell me, girl?”

  The generic “girl” stung far more than it ought to, and it was for that reason alone that Jeannette shook her head.

  “Nothing at all. I can dance as long as that’s all Huntly expects me to do.”

  Ty’s gaze intensified, and a muscle ticked in his jaw, the only movement in his tense frame.

  “Meaning?” he asked.

  Feeling far too exposed Jeanette tried to pull the covers up to hide her nakedness.

  “No.” Ty grasped her wrists and stopped her. “Don’t ever cover up in front of your Dom. I like what I see, and I want an answer. What did you mean, as long as you only have to dance?”

  Jeanette worried her bottom lip with her teeth, and immediately stopped when Ty growled his annoyance.

  “I don’t think I can do anything else. Please don’t make me.”

  Ty’s sigh made her insides clench. Her heart did a funny little flip when he smiled at her.

  “I would never force you, titch.” She couldn’t quite help her snort in answer, and Ty flicked her nose.

  “Not in that anyway, and neither will Huntly. If you just want to dance, then that’s all you’ll do. I’ll make sure of that, baby. Now, as much as I would love to go for round three, we need to get a move on. Go and clean up.”

  Jeanette’s mouth went dry as Ty picked his jeans up off of the floor and yanked them up his muscled thighs. The fact that he didn’t bother with underwear sent another tingle of awareness to her clit.

  Ty stopped mid pulling his shirt over his head, and smirked at her open ogling of him.

  “You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll forget that you’re no doubt sore as hell right now, and pin you back to this bed. Better still, fuck you in the shower.”

  He laughed at her sharp intake of breath and bent to pick up his boots.

  “However, we really haven’t got the time for that, so you have a shower here, and I’ll have one in my room. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re dressed. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

  “You will?” Jeanette’s voice rose in her astonishment, and leaning across the bed, Ty dropped a fleeting kiss on her lips.

  “Don’t make me regret my trust in you, sweetheart.”

  With one long last searching look at her he took the steps three at a time. The door whooshed shut behind him like it always did, but, sure enough, they were no clunks of bolts being drawn. Adrenaline coursed through her at the thought of freedom.

  She could simply run up those stairs and take off. Her muscles locked and she had taken several steps toward that staircase before she caught sight of her herself in the mirror and she started to laugh.

  What am I thinking?

  She was stark naked, for starters, and no doubt once she made it up those stairs and through the door, she still had to find her way out of here. Jeanette had no idea of the layout of this place, only that it had to be huge. After all, all the Cleaners seemed to live here, and she thought it safe to assume that they would all have their own rooms.

  Besides, the mere size of this cellar meant the upstairs had to be humongous. Add to that the small fact that she had no idea where she was exactly, had no money or means of transportation, and she was just as stuck as she had been when chained.

  She wasn’t going to listen to that little voice in her ear, which insisted that she also didn’t want to violate Sir’s trust. That would suggest an entirely different motive for her staying put, and she was not about to acknowledge those feelings. Not even to herself, not ever, no sirree.

  Having had the shortest shower humanly possible, and dressed in jeans and a simple t-shirt, which she coupled with platform sandals, Jeanette frowned at her messy hair. It would take hours to dry and straighten it, so instead she simply twisted it up as best she could into an unruly half ponytail, and taking a deep breath, ascended toward that ominous looking door.

  By the time she got to the top and pulled the handle to find it indeed unlocked, her rapid breathing would have done any marathon winner proud. Her insides churned in fear, or was it hope? Ty had scrambled her brain so effectively that she couldn’t put a label on the swirling emotions battering her soul right now, so she stopped trying. Instead she adopted the mantle of feigned confidence, which had served her well up ‘til now. It meant she put an extra swagger in her step, and held her head high, as she started to walk down the long hallway.

  I will not be intimidated. I will not … will not…

  She valiantly repeated that mantra in her head, as she followed the oriental runner covering the polished floor boards, and tried her best to not gawk at the original artwork on the walls. The solid oak front door loomed large in front of her, and her heart threatened to go into cardiac arrest, when her cursory visual inspection confirmed that it did indeed appear to be unlocked. It would be a matter of moments to turn the handle and see for herself. She hesitated, as male laughter traveled toward her from the back of the house, and presumably the kitchen.

  Ren’s deep gravelly tones made her stomach churn. She’d hoped to have more time before she had to come face to face with the killer of her sister. Alas, it would appear to not be so.

  Fucking typical.

  The creak of the stairs to her left made her swing round, and her mouth went dry when she caught sight of the mountain of a man standing on the bottom step. Arms crossed over his massive chest, this guy was watching her with an unwavering intensity that made her fear for her life. This one had to be Josh. She’d heard of the ex-MMA fighter. He sure looked as though he could knock out an opponent with one punch.

  A smirk started to appear on Josh’s face, as he let his amber gaze travel slowly up and down her body. Jeanette barely resisted the urge to wrap her arms over her boobs when his gaze lingered there, not least because the t-shirt was a little on the snug side there. It was an age old problem for her. She either spent a fortune on clothes specifically designed to accommodate women who were big up top, or she ended up buying tops three times too big, which dwarfed the rest of her, so that her cleavage wasn’t in any man’s face. As Susie had bought her clothes, a woman who was clearly very comfortable in her curves, she hadn’t thought of that.

  If Jeanette had been blessed with the hourglass curves the redhead had been, then maybe she would be, too. Instead she had to put up with bazookas far too big for her slim frame, which always meant folks assumed they were fake. Naturally it also meant that men and women alike always talked to her boobs. All but Ty, and she realized with a start, Ren, Huntly, and Susie, too.

  Even this guy, once he seemed satisfied with what he’d seen, kept his gaze focused on her face.

  “You scrub up well for Myrtle’s sister.”

  The mention of her sister brought Jeanette’s chin up higher, and amusement danced in this man’s eyes at her reac
tion.

  “Ty let you come out to play then? I sure hope you weren’t thinking of shaking your tight little tushy out of that open door, subbie.”

  Jeanette fought and lost to the blush stealing into her cheeks, and to hide her discomfort, she inched her nose even higher and gave him what she hoped was her best haughty look.

  “My name is Jeanette, not subbie,” she said.

  Josh threw his head back and laughed, an action which meant Ty stuck his head through the open kitchen door. He frowned at the other man, and held out his hand toward Jeanette.

  “There you are, titch. Come on in. We’ve just brewed a fresh pot of coffee.”

  “Are there cookies to go with that coffee?” Josh’s deep rumble from her side held such a comically hopeful note that Jeanette had to smile as she glanced toward him. He looked far less menacing now that he grinned, and rubbed his rock hard abs.

  Ty laughed and winked at Jeanette.

  “Trust you, Josh. This one only ever thinks with his stomach, titch, as you’ll discover.”

  “Oh, not just that.” Josh made a lewd hand signal before he rubbed the rather impressive bulge hiding in his jeans, and Jeanette took several steps back as Josh stalked toward her. Hands either side of her face, he crowded her against the wall, when that structure stopped her retreat, and Jeanette threw Ty a nervous glance when this Josh leaned down and sniffed the air right next to her ear.

  “Hmm, she smells good enough to eat.” He pulled back at Jeanette’s sharp intake of breath and shook off Ty’s hand which had landed on his shoulder.

  “Chill your beans, Ty. We all know she’s off limits.” Giving her another one of those slow appraisals which made Jeanette feel as though she was standing naked in front of him, he eventually grinned. “So, as I can’t partake of her services, tell me she can at least cook, like Susie.”

  Ty gave him a shove, and the big guy stepped away from her. Jeanette had never been more willing to take someone’s hand than when Ty held out his, and yanked her to his side.