Flabbergasted though she might be, Maxine entertained the thought rather seriously. “In your dressing room?”
“Think we’d be the first?” he challenged. “You know, Maxine, I’m really worried about you. Your submission training is just getting put on the back burner. You already have a tendency to misbehave. Without constant and proper attention, I’m afraid I’m just going to have one huge mess on my hands with you.”
“So…” Fuckballs. No hiccups. No hiccups now! “So…you…it will be…for you…to train me…in your dressing room?”
“You know, you’ve been terribly bad today, Maxine.”
“I was just…I—”
“Sit,” he cut her off and gestured toward the loveseat as he moved to take his own seat on the overstuffed arm.
Slowly, Maxine made her way over, smiling curiously as she minded those cloudy blue eyes. Yes, he did indeed have something in store for her that evening.
Again, Maxine looked around, unable to fight her own fascination with this side of his life. At one time, not so very long ago, she’d fantasized about doing just this—having quick and crazy sex with him at the theater. In fact, that was one of her go-to scenarios that she pulled from the depths of her newly-discovered dirty mind lately.
“Given that we’re so limited on time these days, I will have to punish you whenever—and wherever—we have the chance.”
“Uh-oh...” Maxine said, shifted in her seat. “I'm in trouble...”
“Big trouble...” Folding his hands in front of him, he pushed back, but only so slightly to maintain their closeness. “To say that I'm pissed off right now is a gross understatement.”
Without conscience for her own action, she sat up a little straighter so that fullness of her breasts swelled just against the dip in her blouse. “I won't apologize because I know that makes you even angrier,” she said, jiggling again with her own anticipation. “Kind Sir...”
“There's going to be nothing kind about this, Maxine,” he said. “But first, we need to discuss what exactly went wrong...”
Maxine scowled as she scoured the surface of his vanity with her naked eyes, imagining what he could possibly use to spank her. He could always roll up that copy of the Times sitting there and swat her bottom. Or he might devise a creative use for that hair brush...
“You have done nothing but sass and misbehave for me all day, Maxine,” he said. “Let’s start with this morning…when you hung up on me.”
“Oh, Sir, I was…sleepy…and it was…not on purpose…and then I rolled over on my phone…and…”
“Silence!” he ordered and raised a finger to close her lips. “We’ve had this discussion before, Maxine, and I’m getting tired of repeating myself. What you do in slumber is a subconscious reflection of reality. You just didn’t want to be bothered with your old Kind Sir this morning, did you? Just didn’t feel like having a little phone sex…felt like sleeping in?”
Sputtering against his finger, she pouted and folded her arms. “But, Sir...I didn’t even—”
“Hush,” Drew issued a stern reminder. His face softened for a fleeting moment, and Maxine was quick to notice the tenderness that peered through the anger in his eyes. “I care about you, Maxine,” he said. “That's exactly why we're here this evening. Specifically...”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Someone tells me that you’ve been a bad girl…again.”
“Oh, fuckballs! Lou tells all, doesn’t he?” she questioned and leaned forward, offering him a glimpse of the soft curve of her breasts tucked just inside her blouse. For the umpteenth time since they’d met, Drew wondered how the hell he was going to manage to stagger through to the finish line. “Sir…”
“Well, why do you always misbehave in front of him?” he accused.
“Bee…cauuuse…because he just infuriates me, Sir!”
“His job was to pick your cute little ass up and deliver it to me, Maxine. And what did you do?”
“I...I asked him where we were going again...” she stammered.
“Back up, little one. First, you growled at him,” he said. “Then you got mouthy...”
That, Maxine could admit, she did do, but trying to convince Drew that Lou also loved to bait her would be a losing battle. Kind Sir needed to return to the throne and wield his power.
“I did, Sir,” Maxine said. “I handled that poorly.”
“Yes, you did, Maxine. Very. Poorly.” Scooting back further on the arm, he propped his feet up on the vanity. “Now, it's time to face your punishment.”
She dropped her head in shame. “Yes, Sir...”
“Stand up,” he ordered. “Strip. Everything. And leave your shoes on.”
“Drew!” Maxine stared at the two windows that now didn’t seem so small behind him, convincing herself that everyone in the theater across the alleyway could see straight in. And Drew didn’t seem in any hurry to close the blinds. “I mean...Sir...!”
“Excuse me, Maxine?” he said. “Don't make me get up here...”
With extreme hesitation, she touched her fingers to her top button on her blouse, wide emerald eyes darting between Drew and the windows. While she knew her own imagination was running wild—and that there wasn't a chance that anyone would see her since the adjacent theater was empty at present—she couldn't shake the thought from her mind.
“The door is locked, I should remind you, Maxine,” he said. “And you have about two minutes before I completely lose my patience with you...”
And with that uncomfortable anticipation that played into every scene, her arousal figured in once again. How she missed being at his mercy. Not that she didn't appreciate his affectionate side...but this darkest side of him is what made Maxine so ravenous for Drew. Yes, he was back in control, and she indulged in every second.
One button...two buttons...three. And Drew’s phone began to ring. Maxine froze.
He paused for a beat as he reached for the phone. “It’s my agent,” he said nonchalantly. “Uh…nobody's stopping you here...”
She continued to work her fingers. Blouse open, she sighed so deeply before tugging it from her shoulders and slipping it down her arms, cursing herself. Her nipples always gave her away, even through a lightly padded bra.
“Rob, how are you this fine Friday evening?” Drew answered the call, his eyes never leaving Maxine. “You know, Celeste is still working through it, but the show has improved exponentially since she took over. It’s nice to be sharing the stage with a real pro.”
Reaching behind herself, Maxine unfastened the button to her skirt, struggled with the zipper, and then let it drop to the floor. She was down to her panties and that damn bra that just seemed to feel a size too small at the moment.
Drew nodded toward her with absolute impatience in his eyes. “Yes, I actually do think we can pull it off by opening night. We’ve got previews to work out the kinks.”
Never one to miss his play upon words, she shivered a little. As her bra snapped apart, she shrugged her shoulders, allowing the straps to fall before she eased it away...then hooked her fingers into the waistband of her lacy white panties, and hoped that Karma wouldn't spite her as she yanked them down her legs and over her shoes.
She should have changed into her flats before she even left the bar, but she wanted to surprise Drew since he did love to see her in a pair of spikes upon occasion. Ben had actually been working with her nearly every night to maintain her poise in her Louboutins.
First, though, she had to pick up her clothes. In a space so small, they needed every square inch to play.
“Listen, I’m about to leave the theater here. Oh, it’s the best dressing room I’ve ever had. Yes, Rob. Okay. We’ll reconvene on Monday...” He hung up the phone and pointed to the not so far end of the room. “Now go stand in the corner.”
The corner. Again, indignity and exhilaration claimed Maxine as she stepped toward his assigned destination, swinging her bare ass with each and every one of her five steps.
“Now, Maxine, you will stand there until I've decided that—”
Without warning, Drew’s phone rang once again, and Maxine immobilized in panic.
“Shit. It’s my brother. Gotta take this.” All the while, she could hear the vague undertones of that sinister chuckle she knew so well. “And you're going to think about your punishment and what you did today that went so very wrong. Understand?”
She planted her feet firmly on the creaking wood floor. “Yes, Sir.”
“And you may not come until when—and if—I decide you may.” Another ring. Her heart now raced with impatience. “And so help me, if you make a single noise while I'm on this call, Maxine...” His thumb swiped over the screen to answer. “Hey, Cheese Puff...what’s shaking?”
Pursing her lips as she stared at the slate blue wall, Maxine breathed through her nose, slow and steady, as quietly as she could muster with her diminishing control of her own self.
Now, in both punishment and in her own guilt, she regretted every little sassy word she’d uttered since that morning. While the only child in Maxine was quite used to getting her way, Drew was right—she had to learn how to curtail her sometimes razor-sharp tongue.
“What do you mean you give up? Losing your touch?” she could hear Drew's voice behind her, taunting his baby brother.
Yet as with every punishment he issued, her inner-debates gave way to her own selfish desires. Just as he suggested, she did consider the events leading her into that corner. However, she was standing without a stitch of clothing...in his dressing room, without a blind to cover the windows while he carried on with Adam.
“You know, I’ve made it my policy not to get involved with all matters of Jillian,” he continued on.
If Adam only knew what the hell was really unfolding on the other side of the line, he would never let Drew live it down! Maxine had almost wished he'd just gagged her, as she desperately wanted to cry out—call his name. Her breasts were heavy, stinging with need. She hoped he would just cut Adam off quickly and that he planned to take her with haste. He was right; she was absolutely insatiable.
“So try her again. What have you got to lose?”
Now, frustration gripped Maxine in its fierce hold. She didn’t want to hear about Adam’s ill-fated attempts to court Jillian! She wanted Drew!
Touching herself to alleviate some of her tension wasn't even an option—he'd only punish her again...which could potentially carry this vicious cycle into infinity. He'd already intimated that she might have lost her orgasm privileges, which only made her long for him all the more.
All the while, she knew he was watching her ever so carefully, minding every wiggle of her bare bottom, each scuff of her shoes. That notion alone heightened her sense of arousal, leaving her trembling on her wobbly legs.
“Well, that’s not exactly a no,” Drew said. “That’s a start…”
Oh, Mack, just hang up the damn phone and fuck me, please...
Maxine tried for a moment to squeeze her legs ever so tightly together, hoping to stave off the orgasm that threatened to claim her. However, she found that only exacerbated her troubles.
With every minute, the pain in her feet seemed to intensify. She so wanted to just kick off her heels, stretch out her legs...stroll across the floor and sit in his lap. However, she dismissed that idea, too. There simply were no options but the sentence he'd given her, and she had no choice but to stand and suffer the consequences.
“Okay...keep me posted. We can talk tomorrow.”
Thank you, Mack! Maxine thought as he began to wrap up his conversation at last. Yet she could only wonder if the real punishment were merely beginning.
Drew’s utterance of the words, “Later, Bro,” was the most pleasant sound she'd heard that day. But before she had the chance to sigh with relief, she had to wait once again in silence.
“Text from Dad. Crissakes, the whole McKenzie clan wants a piece of my ass this evening,” he said. “Hope you've had enough time to think over there, Maxine.”
“Yes, Sir—I have...”
She could hear the squeak of the leather couch as he stood up, the sound of his footsteps against the hardwood floor. Then when she felt his presence, so very close behind but not near enough to touch her, she quivered.
“I need to make sure we're now clear on a few things, Maxine,” he said, giving her backside a quick slap. “Stand still while I'm speaking to you!”
“Yes...oh...yes, Sir.”
“Are we clear that I am in control at all times, Maxine?” he questioned. “Even when you’re trying to sleep?”
“Yes, Sir…very clear,” she managed, “I'll be ready for you any time you call.”
“And what about Lou?”
“I will never ever again ask him a single question about where we’re going, Sir...” she promised. “Or trouble him to find out if we’re there yet…”
“Good girl...” He moved closer and flattened his hands against her belly, nudging her toward him so that she could feel him pressing against her bare bottom. “And you will apologize to him and mean it this time. Read me?”
Don’t push back…don’t do it, Captain! “Oh, yes, I do, Sir…”
“And what about your Master, Maxine? You were so damn defiant with me today...”
“I shall obey...Sir...” Fuckballs, fuck me, Kind Fucking Sir…
“Yes, you shall obey,” he repeated. “It's the one responsibility you have, yet you can't seem to keep up your end of the bargain.”
“Oh, Sir...” Maxine writhed against him, “I'll try harder...”
“You always say that, yet here we are again,” he taunted. “You know, I hate punishments just as much as you do. I'd much rather reward you and let you play with your toys—or permit you to choose how you'd like to scene for a night. Wouldn't that be lovely, little one?”
He was tempting her again. Just the thought of everything that filled that vanity drawer nearly pushed her over the edge. Clamps. Restraints. All of those little vibrating things...
Her curiosities were so heightened that she couldn’t even think straight. “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered. “It would be...lovely...”
“Well, you're not permitted to play with your toys until you prove to me that you can behave. Grounded, if you will,” he said, his hand smoothing over her hips and thighs before he slipped a finger between her legs. “And right now, you're not even getting my cock, Maxine.”
“Oh, Sir,” she moaned, moving immediately with each of his thrusts. “Please...”
“Nope—this is all you get for the moment, Maxine,” he continued his torment with those nimble fingers. “You were such a bad girl.”
“Ohhh...” she whimpered. “Sir...”
“Put your hands on the wall to brace yourself, Maxine,” he warned. “I don't want you falling here...”
So mindful now, in humility, she did just as he said and pressed her palms flat against each side of the corner. She was so very near, but his hand just wasn't enough...she needed more...so much more. Maybe he'd change his mind. Perhaps at the last second, he'd decide that he needed to have her.
“Come on, Maxine, we don't have all night here...” Drew goaded, impatience rising as he hooked his arm around her waist to hold her. “I have other plans for us this evening. It’s time for you to come...you naughty, naughty girl...”
Those words were just enough to coax her into overdrive. With her release, she reared so hard against his hand, trying to glean every single scrap of pleasure she could from the feel of just one single finger. The notion almost frightened her, thinking about just how much she needed him. Yes, this was his punishment for her—not the humiliation of having to stand in a corner in nothing but her high heels, but denying her the chance to have her fill of him so completely.
“That's it, little one, that's it...” he soothed at last, brushing his lips through her hair. “Come as hard as you can without my cock inside you. Harder, Maxine. Fucking scream for me, my little slut. Scream for me…”
“Drew…!” Tears stuck in her eyes, she was so entwined in the folds of her own lust and greed. “Fuck me, Drew…”
“Not now,” his voice calmed her as he eased his hand away. There he stood for a very long while, holding her until her breath was at last steady and she returned to calm. “Now turn around, and lean back.”
Drew held his finger up to Maxine's lips, and almost instinctively, she began to lick, cleaning away the evidence of what he'd just done to her.
“May I take my shoes off, please, Sir?” she whispered, shivering as her tongue lapped against his finger.
“You may take your shoes off now,” he said, rubbing his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. “You cold, little one? Come here...”
Wrapped in the fold of Drew's arms, her cheek pressed so delicately against his chest, Maxine began to relax at last.
“Maxine, I really do hate to punish you,” he said. “But I’m tired of that mouth.”
“I will be mindful of myself in the future, Sir,” she murmured.
“And this shit with Lou ends tonight, understand?” he barked. “Twice now, I have had to punish you. This is thoroughly pissing me off here.”
“I shall treat him with greater respect, Sir.”
“I think I'm getting old and weathered here,” he groused. “I need to find some new ways to reprimand you. You seem to enjoy discipline far too much...”
“I have a good teacher, Kind Sir.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, little one,” he said. “Right now, though, I’d like to give you a tour of this old place, so why don’t you clean up? There’s a shower behind that door right there.”
A devilish grin swept across Maxine's lips. “You could join me...”
“You really did take your naughty pill this morning, didn't you?” he teased, his nose caressing the top of her head. “Maxine, scoot your little ass in there. And that's an order.”
She’d made her shower a quick one, endeavoring to scrub away every last tingle to her body as she lost herself in the fresh notes of his Armani shower gel. She adored that lingering scent of him—whether she bathed with his soap or wore his coat around her shoulders while they were out for a Sunday stroll through the park. Maxine craved that constant reminder of his presence, especially now that their time together was so scarce.
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