by Measha Stone
He grinned at her, a cross between angelic and evil, and brought the vibrator to her entrance. She wiggled her hips, but he slapped her thigh.
“No, you just enjoy. If you want something, you beg.” He didn’t look at her while he gave his instructions, though. He was too busy sliding the bullet-shaped toy through her folds. When the vibrations licked her clit, she moaned.
“Please. Do that again.” She fisted her hands at her sides, wanting to throw her hips up at him and make him give her what she wanted.
“I will, but first you have to pull your lips apart for me. Spread yourself and show me your little clit.”
She let out a frustrated sigh but did what he wanted. What choice did she really have? If she refused, he’d stop, and he’d probably get the damn paddle out again.
“Well, I guess it’s not so little.” He flicked her swollen nub with his finger, and she moaned again. With a chuckle, he rolled the tip of the vibrator around her clit. Never touching full on, but still delivering satisfying sensations.
He continued rubbing the vibrator over her clit, and, at some point, she had starting humping it. She realized she was pushing her hips at him trying to get more of the vibrations, but she was too close to the edge to care. And he didn’t chastise her again, so she assumed it was what he wanted.
“Oh God,” she moaned, planting her feet on the bed, arching her back, and pushing her hips at him. Just a few more passes, and she would come unglued. A tiny bit more pressure. There. Just like that. Almost.
“Not yet.” He removed all sensations from her body just as she was about to topple over the edge.
She growled at him.
He laughed.
After a long moment of silence, he flicked the vibrator on, stronger this time, and brought it back to her pussy. Immediately, she arched up, taking all the sensations and craving more.
The edge came faster, almost surprising her, and she clenched her lips shut. Not giving him a clue she was about to dive over into paradise.
This obviously wasn’t his first torture session. Just as the first wave started, it stopped. He removed the vibrator, and she slammed her fists into the bed.
He turned her into a tantrum-throwing toddler.
“Fuck yourself, Ellie. Show me how good you can make yourself feel.” He handed her the vibe, and she grabbed it, flicking it to life and going straight for what she wanted.
She slipped two fingers into her passage and rubbed the bullet over her clit. He faded into the background. Her need too great to be tampered with by his presence.
Moving the vibrator around her clit, she found the sweet spot. Nothing could stop her.
Except his demanding tone.
“Stop.”
She ceased her movements, but she didn’t let go of the vibrator. He couldn’t mean it. No, too bad. She wouldn’t. She started to move the vibrator again, but he snatched it from her hands, and brushed away her fingers from her pussy.
“No!” she cried out, wishing she had the courage to slap him.
“Yes.” He tossed the vibrator beside her and positioned himself between her thighs.
Oh. She licked her lips as he licked his.
“Do you want something?”
“Yes. I want you let me come,” she demanded.
He chuckled.
“I wanted you to be in the correct position when I arrived home.” His counter remark only irritated her.
How could she do that? How could she strip down and wait for him like some damn lap dog?
His tongue touched her pussy, and she cried out with the soft wetness of it. Spreading her lips farther apart he sucked in her clit, nibbling and licking.
She gasped, clenched the quilt in her hands, anything to keep him from understanding how close to the brink she teetered. But he knew.
Why did he know her body so well?
“Please, Ash. Please. I promise. Next time, I’ll be waiting the right way. I promise,” she begged when he let go of her clit and hovered just over her sex. Her starving, desperate sex.
“I know you will.” He nodded with a grin.
He dragged his tongue from her entrance to her clit while keeping his eyes focused on hers. Her jaw dropped; her throat dried from the heavy breaths. She probably looked like a desperate slut, but she didn’t care. She was desperate.
“Please.” She reached for him when he pulled away, but he shook his head.
“No.” He dragged the back of his hand across his mouth and slid off the bed.
He grabbed his jeans off the floor.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. He couldn’t leave her like this.
“Getting ready for bed,” he announced and stalked off toward the bathroom. “If you touch yourself, I’ll know. I can keep you all tied up and continue this lesson for even longer, so I’d start being a good girl again.”
She swallowed hard, clenching her fist until her nails dug into her palm.
He was just going to get ready for bed? Her pussy leaked onto his quilt, the throbbing relentless in annoyance. She had to do something.
Snapping her legs closed she tried to let the pressure bring her to some satisfaction. Only more friction to build the dam but not release it.
Irritated and beyond aroused, she leapt off the bed. If she had just done what he asked, just knelt for him, she probably would have been fucked hard. She could be exhausted from release, not tense with frustration.
She’d done it to herself. And he had been quick to show her the error of her actions.
She would rather have the paddle than this.
Which is why he did it.
She wanted to growl but took a calming breath instead. She had made her bed, and now she had to lie in it. Completely aroused and alone, but she had to do it.
He emerged from the bathroom and disappeared into his closet. When he returned, he would probably dismiss her again. Another night of using her body and tossing her aside.
At least she could control that much. She yanked on the buckles of the restraints and tossed the cuffs onto the bed before snatching her romper and going to her room.
Once snuggled under the warm quilt of her own bed, she touched her lips, remembering how thick his cock had been in her mouth. How she’d struggled for air. All of the fear and the excitement coated her pussy, ready for him to plow into her. Lying in her bed, just thinking about it again, made her arousal painful.
She needed to touch herself, to relieve the pressure. He said he would know. Could he have cameras in her room?
Deciding not to test his threat of performing the same punishment for even longer, she flopped onto her side and hugged a pillow to her.
The next time he told her to wait for him in his room, she would do it exactly as he’d taught her. No. Even fucking better. Because she couldn’t survive going to bed this hungry for a second time.
Ever.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Look. I’ll have it. I swear, Ash. I just need more time.”
How many times did he have to hear the same plea in his lifetime. Everyone needed more time, but there was never enough time. Gambling to pay off a debt was just that—a gamble. And it never worked. Only more debt, more promises, and more lies.
Ash could be accommodating to a point. But there was a time to cut your losses and be done with it. And that moment had arrived.
“Jacob, you’ve told me that twice already. And didn’t I give you more time?” Ash scratched beneath his beard.
“Well, yeah, but then you increased the interest, so now I owe more.” Jacob, a semiprofessional poker player, leaned forward in his chair.
“I see. So, this is my fault?” Ash motioned for his two men standing at the door to come closer. He’d wasted enough time with Jacob.
“What? No.” Jacob looked over his shoulder at Marc and Steven stalking toward him, smiling wider with prey in their sights.
“It’s my fault. Totally my fault. I jus
t need a little more time. A month. All I need is a month. I swear.” Jacob begged as Mark and Steven flanked him, yanking him out of his chair.
“Please. I swear it.” Wild eyes flicked around the room, trying to find an escape or someone who gave a damn about him. He wouldn’t find either.
“You know…” Ash stood from his chair and moved to where Jacob struggled against his men. “Every week I get one of you fuckers coming in here and begging for more time. Like some fucking goose is going to lay a golden egg on your front step.”
Ash grabbed Jacob’s face, pinching his cheeks until his mouth opened.
“If you were a real man, you wouldn’t be in here sniveling, asking for loans and more fucking time to pay your debts. You’d get a real fucking job and pay your god damn bills.” Anger simmered in his chest. He’d seen too many men destroy their families, their lives, for a game of chance. It sickened him.
“I gave you money. You were supposed to pay me back with a small interest fee for my trouble. But you missed your payment, then another and another. So, yeah, you owe a shit ton more now. Do you think I’m running a fucking charity here?”
Jacob stared at him with wide eyes. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead.. Ash could smell the fear on him. If the man pissed himself, he’d feel less compassion and would have to beat the fuck out of him.
“I asked a question.” Ash squeezed until his fingernails turned white and he knew bruises would mark the asshole’s face.
“No,” Jacob said, but it came out warped. Hard to talk, Ash supposed, when you couldn’t move your damn mouth.
“You’re out of time, Jacob.” Ash pushed his head back, releasing his grip enough to open his mouth more. His eyes narrowed. “Open your fucking mouth, Jacob.” Ash patted his cheek.
Jacob’s eyes flew to the gun seated on Ash’s hip.
“As much as blowing off your pathetic head would make my day, I don’t want your brains all over my fucking rug. Open your mouth.”
Jacob swallowed hard and opened his mouth, showing off exactly what Ash had suspected he’d seen.
Ash laughed. “Well. There you go.”
He hooked his thumb over Jacob’s bottom jaw and tilted his head some more. “Are these just plated or the real thing?” Ash tapped a finger on one of the golden teeth inside his mouth.
“Real,” Jacob said, again muffled by his position.
Ash tilted his head to the side, counting. Five solid gold teeth nestled in this fucker’s mouth, but he couldn’t pay his debt?
Ash patted his cheek and stepped away.
“We’ll consider that this month’s payment.” Ash nodded to his men who didn’t need to be given any more instruction.
“What? No! Wait, you can’t! They’re my teeth!” Jacob struggled, but his men easily dragged him from the room and out the back door. Unpleasant business wasn’t taken care of in the main house.
Ash ignored Jacob’s cries for reconsideration fading off down the hallway and went back to his desk. One more order of business to take care of and then he could check on the progress for the party.
Picking up the phone, he dialed the Annex extension and sent for Daniel.
With a grin, he pressed the intercom button that would open a line between him and Ellie’s room.
“Ellie.” He called. “Come to my office.” He let go of the button. She couldn’t call him. She didn’t know the code to turn on the two-way talk. A design of his father’s he’d never corrected when he took over the house. He’d never seen the usefulness of such a device, but now he almost chuckled, imagining how frustrated she’d be when she couldn’t respond.
He’d beckoned her.
But would she come?
“You needed me?” Daniel entered the room after a quick knock.
“Yes. But I need Ellie, too. Give her a second.”
Daniel grinned. “I saw her coming down the stairs, mumbling to herself.”
Ash almost regretted not being witness to it. Her cheeks were probably flushed with irritation.
“You called, my lord?” Ellie barged into the room, stopping short when she noticed Daniel’s presence.
“My lord? Hmm. I like it, but I prefer Sir.” Ash kept his eyes pinned on her. The little flush of pink deepened, and his cock hardened along with it.
Again, she was dressed in her old clothes. He’d had Peter send her some things from the Annex. Nothing like the employees wore, but newer, better-made things that didn’t look like she’d just knocked over Goodwill.
“Did you want something?” Ellie asked in a softer tone. Not submissive by any means, just delicate. She probably remembered the last time she’d tried to argue with him in front of Daniel.
He ignored her and turned to Daniel. “Take her to school. She needs to register for two more classes and get her schedule printed up and over to Peter. He’ll organize her transportation from there. After you’re done on campus, take her to the boutique on Fifth. She needs some new clothes.”
“What? Wait. No.” Ellie stepped between them. Her head reaching only his chin, she had to tilt it to give him her glare.
Ash raised his eyebrows in response.
“I mean, I don’t need new clothes, and I can get myself to school.”
“Go get your purse, or jacket or whatever and meet Daniel in the front room in ten minutes,” Ash dictated.
She chewed on her lower lip. She wanted to argue with him so badly, he could taste her desire. But to do so would go badly for her, and good girl for realizing it. She was finally learning.
“Why do you care about school? I’ll be done with all this in a few months.” She waved a hand through the air. “Considering the menu you gave—”
He lowered his face to hers until he could feel her breath on his skin.
“Forget the menu. I humored you with that. You’re not done here in a few months. Maybe not ever. You gave yourself for your father’s spot. A life for a life.”
Her eye widened along with her gasp. He wouldn’t give her false hope; it wouldn’t serve anyone. Realizing her situation depended solely on him would get her a lot further along with accepting her place.
“You never said—”
“Get your sweater or whatever you want to take with you. Daniel is also going to buy you a new phone while you’re out.”
“You can’t really mean what you’re saying.” She whispered the words, unbelieving he would and could keep her to himself forever? She didn’t know him well enough. He had been playing nice so far.
“And, Daniel”—he kept his gaze fixated on Ellie as he spoke—“if she disobeys, if she gives you any fucking trouble, do not hesitate to take your belt to her ass.”
He waited for the words to sink in, for her cheeks to flame and her lips to pinch together in anger, before continuing.
“And if he has to spank you while you’re out, you’ll be sucking his cock tonight as his reward for having to deal with you.”
“You’re an asshole.”
He didn’t care for the sign of defeat in her eyes, like she’d expected something else from him and gotten gypped. Well, didn’t everyone get screwed out of what they really wanted? This wasn’t different. This was business.
He reminded himself of that little fact over and over again when it came to her.
“Do you understand me, Ellie? You’re going to be a good girl and do exactly what I say, right?”
The glistening of her eyes squeezed his chest. If a tear dropped down her cheek, he might lose his resolve.
“Go.” He pointed a finger at the door.
Her jaw tightened. “Fine.” She spun around, long tresses of auburn hair brushing his chest, and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
He’d let her have that.
“Wouldn’t just putting her in the Annex make more sense? I mean, she’s tying you all up,” Daniel said.
Peter bounded in. “What did you do to Ellie?” he asked, jerking a thumb at the door.
“He reminded h
er what she is, that’s all.” Daniel shrugged.
Ash turned to Daniel. “And what is she?”
Daniel’s complexion paled, and he looked to Peter to save him.
“What is she, Daniel?” Ash asked again.
“Man, I don’t even know. You took her as payment, but you keep her in the room next to yours. You haven’t let anyone even talk to her other than the staff.” The hole grew bigger beneath Daniel, but Ash let him keep digging.
“That’s right, she’s payment to me. Since when is this a corporation where you think you can have a share? What’s owed to me is owed to me. You get your fucking paycheck like everyone else, and you don’t worry about how I get my payments.”
Daniel was one of his top men. He trusted him with his life, but if he thought that meant he could start questioning him, he had another fucking think coming.
“I get it.” Daniel retreated a step. “I get it, boss. I didn’t mean to offend. Of course, she’s yours. All yours.”
“Take her to school and to the shop. Get the phone and get back here. No pit stops, do not lose her, and if she runs into anyone she knows at school, you stick close to her. Got me?”
“Yeah. Yeah, of course.” Daniel couldn’t get to the door fast enough.
“And, Daniel? If you touch her, I’ll kill you myself,” Ash warned.
“But you said—”
“That was for her ears. This isn’t. If you touch a single hair on her head, hold her hand, even breath the same air she does, I’ll break your head in two.”
He knew he sounded like a man obsessed, but he didn’t give a shit. No one would touch what was his, and Ellie was his.
“Got it.” Daniel nodded and left.
“You’ve been less possessive about your cash,” Peter said. He went to the bar and poured himself a drink.
“I don’t need him or any of the other men thinking they can go around taking what’s mine, or even thinking to touch it,” Ash countered. “Pour me one.”
Peter brought him a glass of bourbon and gestured to the back door of the office.
“Jacob?”
“Mark and Steven have him. Extracting payment as we speak. You’ll need to have it melted down.”