Their Rebellious Submissive (Office Intrigue Book 3)

by Nicole Edwards

  “We can always add five more.”

  That got my legs moving.

  With wobbly knees, I stepped over to the sofa, bracing my hands on the back cushion before leaning forward and sliding them down to the seat. I rested my pelvis along the top edge of the sofa, my toes still on the ground. I knew my face was as red as he intended to make my ass. It might’ve turned me on, but there was still an overabundance of embarrassment that came along with this sort of punishment.

  “I’m going to warm up your skin,” he informed me.

  His big hand caressed my left butt cheek, then my right. My libido kicked into high gear from his simple touch and some of that mortification faded. Mr. Parker did this for several minutes, kneading my flesh, getting the blood flowing into that area.

  “Like I said, I won’t go easy on you, pet. That’s not how I operate. However, you have a safe word you can use should you ever need it. I tend to use the stoplight system. Do you know what that means?”

  “Yes, Mr. Parker,” I said breathlessly, blood rushing to my head from the position. “Red is my safe word. Green means I’m good. Yellow means I need a time out.”

  “Very well.” He continued to rub my ass.

  If he would’ve put his hands between my legs, he would’ve known how turned on I was by this.

  “Count for me, and after each one, I expect you to ask me for the next.”

  My heart was pounding painfully against my sternum. He was a Dom and I knew that every word he spoke, every move he made was meant to drive that home for me. And he was effective.

  “Yes, Mr. Parker.”

  I was trembling, both from fear and the adrenaline surging in my veins.

  “Are you ready, Addison? If you are, please ask for your first one.”

  I swallowed hard, the sound surprisingly loud. “I’m ready, Mr. Parker.” My voice trembled. “Can I please have my first lick?”

  Smack!

  “Oh, fuck,” I hissed, my ass burning from the leather as it snapped against my skin.

  “Count,” he commanded roughly.

  “One,” I bit out, my chest rising and falling rapidly as the pain remained there, striped across my backside.

  “Ask for the next one,” he ordered. “And don’t make me remind you again or we’ll add five more.”

  “May I have the next one, Mr. Parker?”

  Smack!

  “Son of a bitch,” I cried out, my hand darting around to my ass.

  Mr. Parker slapped my hand away. “Do you need me to restrain you? Because I will for your own safety.”

  “No, Mr. Parker.” I dug my fingers into the cushion to keep from moving them. “Two. And may I please have the next?”

  Gripping the sofa cushion, I tensed as I waited for the impact. Long seconds passed before the belt snapped against my ass once again.

  Smack!

  “Three.” That one was accompanied by a squeak. “May I have the next?”

  Smack!

  Damn, but that hurt. “Four,” I said on a rush of air. “The next, please?”

  Smack!

  Ah, Christ. The man wasn’t pulling any punches and my ass was blazing from the pain. I could tell he was aiming high, then low, then in between, intentionally not hitting the same spot twice, but my ass was only so big.

  “Five,” I said around a sob. “The next one, please, Mr. Parker.”

  Smack!

  Another sob tore from my chest. The pain was brutal, but there was something oddly therapeutic about it. I knew once this was over, my transgression would be erased and Mr. Parker would know that I had no intention of lying to him ever again.

  “Six,” I said with a hiccup as tears leaked from my eyes. “Another one, please.”

  Smack!

  “Seven. Another?”

  Smack!

  Oh, God! “Eight. Another, please.”

  Only two more. Then it would be over.

  Smack!

  “Nine,” I cried out, whimpering. “Please, one more, Mr. Parker.”

  Smack!

  “Ten,” I whispered softly as Mr. Parker’s hand caressed my ass, holding in the heat for a few seconds before he helped me to my feet.

  “Turn around and face me,” he ordered.

  I did, instantly swiping at the tears on my cheeks.

  He inched forward and my ass rested against the back of the sofa. I hissed as the pain radiated through me.

  “You will wear those stripes for a couple of hours, I’m sure. Tonight, I’ll want to check them. And I’ll have some oil for you to apply when you get into the office.”

  I nodded, letting the tears drip down my face.

  “I want you to thank me,” he said, holding my gaze.

  “Thank you for my punishment, Mr. Parker.”

  “I expect you’ll be honest with me in the future, pet. I don’t tolerate lying.”

  “Yes, Mr. Parker,” I whispered, my voice strained from the tears clogging my throat.

  “Now I have a question for you,” he stated, his eyes imploring me.

  “Anything, Mr. Parker.”

  “Are you wet? Did that turn you on?”

  I shook my head. “No.” In the beginning, before he started, yeah. But not after. I thought it would have, but there was no way. It had hurt too much.

  His hand slid down between my legs and his finger parted my labia, gliding over my clit, then to my entrance. I moaned as I realized I was wet.

  “Was that an intentional lie?” he asked, his eyes lit with more hunger than I’d seen previously.

  “No, Mr. Parker. Honest to God. I…I…” I swallowed as I stared into his eyes. “I promise I won’t lie again.”

  “I believe you.” His finger remained there as he teased my clit, making me moan. My legs were shaky, my breaths as well. And though my ass burned like the devil, I didn’t want him to stop. I was desperate to come.

  “You did well, pet,” he said, his eyes locked with mine as his hand fell away.

  Disappointment flooded me. “Thank you, Mr. Parker.”

  He leaned forward, his hand coming up to cup my face as he pressed his lips to my forehead. When he moved lower and brushed his lips over mine, my knees went weak.

  “I’ve got a conference call early, so I’m heading down to the office now. I’ll see you in a bit?”

  “Yes, Mr. Parker.”

  With that, he turned and walked out of my apartment.

  Fifteen

  ADDISON

  STILL STANDING COMPLETELY NAKED IN the middle of my living room, I turned to look at Mr. Snowden, who was eyeing me with an intensity that had my body warming all over. I probably should’ve felt a little underdressed, but for some strange reason, being naked with him in the same room gave me a warm tremor, not an icy one.

  “You did very well,” Mr. Snowden said, taking a few steps forward. His golden eyes appeared to hold a certain amount of pride. “It’s imperative you understand how serious he is about this.”

  “I definitely do.” I sniffled, but didn’t look away from him.

  “But I’m curious,” he continued.

  “About?”

  “Mr. Parker said you were wet. Did it turn you on to have him spank your ass?”

  “I didn’t think it had,” I admitted. “Normally, sure. I don’t mind spankings.” My ass throbbed as a consistent reminder. “But that hurt more than I’d anticipated.”

  Mr. Snowden took another step, eliminating the distance between us. I was overwhelmed by how close he was, how good he smelled, how lovingly he was looking at me.

  His warm hand landed on my hip and I sucked in a breath, anticipation fizzing in my veins.

  “I’m going to check for myself. Do you have an issue with that?”

  Oh, God. The thought of him touching me…it made my knees tremble.

  His hand slowly slid over, his thumb brushing the crease where my thigh met my torso, but I could tell he was waiting for my response.

  “If it pleases you, Mr. Snowden,”
I whispered.

  Mr. Snowden moved so that he was standing behind me, my back to his chest. I felt his presence surrounding me, his warm hands gliding over my naked skin. It felt so good I didn’t even mind that my ass was smarting from where my butt pressed against his suit pants.

  “It pleases me to see you like this first thing in the morning,” he replied, his voice low and rough. “Completely naked. I want to see you like this every morning.”

  His right hand inched down my pelvis, lower…lower still. Oh, God. I held my breath, silently willing him to put me out of my misery.

  One big finger parted my pussy lips, slipping downward, grazing my clit. I gasped as I leaned into the warm man behind me.

  “Mr. Snowden…” I moaned softly, desperate for him to continue, fearful that he wouldn’t.

  I could feel his breath as he leaned in close to my ear.

  “Did you do as I asked last night?”

  I nodded. “Yes, Mr. Snowden.” My words were raspy and deeper than normal, lust cluttering my vocal cords.

  “Tell me what you did,” he insisted.

  His finger caressed my entrance and a million butterflies took flight in my belly. I could hardly stand it. The pleasure was so intense I feared I would pass out.

  “Tell me or I stop,” he stated firmly.

  “I…” I sucked in air as he pushed one finger inside me. “Yes… Oh, God. I…I teased my pussy while I thought about you.”

  “Did you push your fingers inside?” His finger did exactly that, going in deep.

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden… Oh, God!” I moaned roughly as he pulled out, then thrust back in.

  “Like this?”

  “Yes…only…faster.”

  He began pumping that thick, wonderful finger in and out of me, fucking me while I tried to keep my knees from buckling. His other arm wrapped around my ribs, settling beneath my breasts as he held me securely.

  His finger increased its tempo.

  “Like this?”

  “Oh, God…oh…Mr. Snowden…you’re going to make me come.”

  “Come for me, precious. Come all over my finger.”

  My orgasm detonated instantly. I’d been so worked up, so desperate for his touch that my entire body shattered in a million light fragments, that blessed electric spark coiling tight in my womb.

  Mr. Snowden didn’t move, simply held me there until I gained my footing and was able to stand on my own.

  “Turn around,” he ordered.

  I turned to face him, my eyes sliding up to meet his. My breaths were still racing in and out of my lungs and a sweet warmth pooled in my veins.

  The next thing I knew, he was holding his finger to his lips before sucking it into his mouth.

  Fuck, that was hot.

  “I fear I could get addicted to you, precious girl.”

  Fear? Screw fear. I was practically desperate for him to get addicted, for him to want me with the same intensity that I wanted him with.

  He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. “You should get dressed.”

  “Is…uh…is there something specific I should wear?”

  Mr. Snowden stood tall once again, staring down at me, and I felt incredibly vulnerable at that moment. I’d never shared my need for certain things with any of the Doms I’d played with in the past. But there was something about Mr. Snowden that made me want to open up, to tell him my wants, my needs, my deepest, darkest desires.

  “Is that something you need, precious?” he inquired, his eyes warm. “Are you looking for a Dom who can help in that respect?”

  I nodded. “Yes, Mr. Snowden. I don’t have to have it, but…”

  “That’s something that would make you happy.” It wasn’t a question.

  “It is,” I confirmed.

  “Then that’s something I can provide you,” he said.

  My heart swelled. I’d always been nervous to admit that I wanted something more than the average D/s relationship. I wasn’t completely on board with the whole Master/slave setup, but I would admit that I leaned dangerously close to wanting that.

  Mr. Snowden moved away, retrieving my robe and helping me to slip into it. While I was securing it, he headed into my bedroom only to return a couple of minutes later.

  “You’ll find what I’d like you to wear lying on your bed.” He moved in close, then leaned in and kissed me gently. “Now, I need to head down to the office. But I’ll see you shortly.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Anytime, precious.”

  I stared at the front door for several minutes after he left. But then it hit me that I had to be at work in the very near future and the last thing I needed was to be late on my first day.

  Grabbing my panties and bra, as well as my lukewarm coffee, I took a sip and headed into my bedroom. There on my bed was a mid-length black skirt and a sheer red blouse with a red silk shell.

  I smiled to myself. The shirt was one of my favorites out of all the things they’d bought me.

  Putting my coffee mug down, I grabbed the hangers and began removing the articles from them. It didn’t take long to pull on the outfit, pad into the bathroom to check myself out. My eyes dropped to my bare feet.

  “Need shoes.”

  When I returned to the bedroom, I noticed a pair of red pumps sitting on the floor beside the bed. They were sexy, and with the narrow heel, they only intimidated me a little.

  A few minutes later, I was checking out the finished product in the full-length mirror.

  Not bad.

  Not bad at all.

  No, I wasn’t used to seeing myself dressed like this, but I wasn’t put off by the fancy getup. I looked nice, and quite possibly a little sexy.

  The skirt was long enough to cover the tattoo on my thigh; however, those on my arms were visible through the sheer material of the shirt. There wasn’t much I could do about that, and since they’d already seen that I was decorated with ink, I figured it wasn’t a big issue.

  Sometimes I thought back to the friend of mine who had convinced me to get all the artwork. Darla was a tattoo artist, so she did the work mostly in her spare time for very little, often for free. When I’d worked in her shop answering phones, a couple of the other artists had done some work on me when they were bored. Otherwise, I never would’ve been able to afford them.

  I gave my face a good once-over in the mirror. I definitely needed to touch it up.

  Something else I’d never been able to afford before…makeup.

  At first, I’d been a little taken aback by the high-quality stuff Mr. Snowden had purchased. It was one thing I’d learned to live without because makeup was ridiculously expensive. And now I had access to all sorts of stuff. As I’d been applying it before Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker arrived, I had wondered if maybe Luci would give me some tips, because I was evidently heavy handed, hence the reason I’d washed it off once and had to try again. Being that I didn’t look like a lady of the night, I was happy with the finished product.

  After a little dabbing, some swipes of mascara over my lashes, and another dusting of powder, I was ready. For anything.

  After all, this was the first day of the rest of my life, and if the morning was anything to go by, I could pretty much bet it was going to be interesting.

  *

  By the time seven twenty rolled around, I’d been pacing my kitchen for at least ten minutes. By seven thirty on the dot, I was riding the elevator down to the thirty-third floor. I hadn’t been sure exactly where to go since they didn’t specify, so I headed for the same place I’d gone for the interview yesterday.

  Jordan was there, a beaming smile on his face when the elevator doors opened.

  “And there she is,” he said cheerfully. Within a second he was at my side, taking my hand and leading me toward his desk. “First off, I’m stoked that you took the job. Secondly, you look fantabulous. And last, but certainly not least, it looks like you’ve had a good morning.”

  I laughed in an effort to hide my blush
.

  “Aww, you’re cute. You blush as easily as Luci does.”

  “I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to go,” I admitted, glancing around nervously.

  “Well, you’ll be one floor down, but you can come in either way. Most everyone comes in this way.” He motioned toward the elevator. “Unless, of course, they’re sneaking in.”

  I didn’t know what to say to that.

  “Luci should be here any minute. When she heard you took the job, she insisted on coming in early,” he continued as he glanced down at the phone. “Since we’ve got two lines lit up, it’s safe to say that Ben and Justin are on the phone. So, why don’t you hang out with me until she gets here.”

  I nodded.

  He walked around behind his desk. “The phones all ring in through here unless I have them forwarded. If there’s a call for Ben or Justin, I’ll direct it your way. So your phone won’t ring endlessly. At night, the voice mail system is turned on.”

  “Is there anything I need to do?”

  “Nope.” He motioned toward the phone. “To get an outside line, dial nine.”

  Nine. That seemed easy enough.

  “I’m one on speed-dial if you need me for anything.”

  The elevator dinged behind me and we both glanced over. When the doors opened, Luci was focused on her purse strap, but her eyes shot up quickly.

  “Addison! I am so glad you’re here.” In an instant, she was at my side, hugging me the same way she’d done yesterday. “I was worried that we might’ve overwhelmed you during the interview.”

  I barked out a laugh. “It takes a lot to overwhelm me,” I admitted.

  “Trust me, I’m told I can be quite bossy here in the office.”

  “It’s true,” Jordan agreed. “She is.”

  “Well, I take direction well,” I admitted.

  She giggled. “So do I.”

  “It’s Monday,” Jordan stated. “Anything exciting happening?”

  Luci sighed. “I think it’s going to be…weird around here for a while.”

  I glanced between the two of them.

  “How so?” He looked surprised by this.

  “Remember how they said they were looking to hire a couple of ad execs?”