Punished

by Punished(lit)

  He lifted his head, studying me, I knew, in the dimness of the room. After a moment, he moved up my body, sucking little love bites along my flesh that made goose bumps rise, sent sharp tingles through me. By the time he'd made his way to my breasts I was already beginning to feel the quickening. A hot mouth covered one erect tip, teasing me unmercifully, pulling a groan from me when I realized I couldn't evade it, could only endure, feeling my belly clench almost painfully each time he sucked the tender flesh, nudged it with his tongue.

  When I was near mindlessness, he wove a heated trail to the twin peak and tormented me until the tension was coiled so tightly inside of me I knew I was about to explode once more. "I need …," I whispered a little desperately.

  He lifted his head. "What?" he asked, his voice husky with his own desire.

  I swallowed, recognizing Lyle's voice. "You," I said. "Inside me."

  "Do you?"

  I thought I detected a smile in his voice, but he went back to teasing my nipple and I was too needy to feel anything beyond my body's cravings. "Please?"

  I felt his cock surge against my cleft as he curled his hips into me. It skated past the place I need it most, setting off sirens in my head when it grazed my throbbing clit. Instead of giving me what I'd asked for, he went back to teasing my nipples. I jerked against my bonds, groaning as my body convulsed in another climax, this one so short it was almost more of a tease than release.

  "I think I'd like to see how many times I can make you cum," he murmured lazily, nibbling a trail downward once more. I jerked when he reached my mound again, trying to evade that teasing tongue. My body was on fire already, sizzling, jerking. Ignoring both my efforts to evade him and my moans that were equal parts pleasure and despair, he parted the fleshy lips of my cunt and suckled my clit as he had my nipples.

  My body had hardly touched down from the last climax and instantly began to climb again. I gasped sharply when my body began to convulse with release, my gasps slowly becoming shrill screams as he continued to suck me, making my body spasm on and on in release until I thought I'd pass out.

  He lifted his head finally, stroking my quivering thighs. "Three," he murmured.

  I shivered, tense despite the three, my belly quivering and jerking with aftershocks. He allowed me to cool until I'd managed to catch my breath, and then began again. By the time I'd hit my zenith for the fifth time, I was screaming at the intensity of the pleasure, almost sobbing.

  Relief flooded me when I felt him unfastening the cuffs at my ankles, but it was short lived. As soon as he'd released me, he pushed my thighs apart and began once more, torturing me with pleasure until I was moaning incessantly, my body wound so tightly it felt as if it would shatter with the next release.

  Abruptly, he levered himself over me and thrust his cock inside of me. My body closed around him, clutched him like a tight fist. Groaning, he held me tightly and began pumping into me hard and fast. The jerk of his cock as his climax caught him sent me over the edge yet again. I screamed, shuttered at the hard convulsions of rapture that hit me and blacked out for several moments.

  When I came to, Lyle was nuzzling my breasts and neck almost apologetically. Releasing a quivering sigh, I reached for the darkness again.

  Lyle was gone when I woke and I wondered if I'd simply imagined the entire thing because of the crush I'd had on him.

  Chapter Five

  Lyle was laying in wait for me when I reached the office. He looked up as I came even with his door. "When you've brought everyone their coffee, come to my office."

  "Yes, Mr. Justice," I responded, wondering if I'd done something else wrong.

  He frowned when I spoke. "Are you coming down with something?"

  I didn't make the mistake of thinking the question, or the frown, indicated concern. I reddened, though, wondering if he'd drawn attention to my hoarseness to embarrass me, because he had to know why I was hoarse this morning. "It's just that my throat is a little scratchy this morning," I replied a little stiffly.

  To my surprise, he looked uncomfortable. Finally, he merely waved me away, however, and I went to fetch the coffee.

  I was discomfited by the entire exchange. He hadn't seemed angry, though, or even irritated. Unfortunately, there hadn't been anything suggestive in the way he'd commanded my presence either, so I didn't get my hopes up.

  Feeling vaguely uneasy, I continued down the hall to the reception area. To my surprise, someone had already put the coffee on. Since Victoria had departed, that had been my job. Disconcerted to realize I wasn't going to be able to put off the discussion with Lyle, I filled cups and began my rounds.

  When I got to Lyle's office, he told me to shut the door. My heart skipped a beat, but I shut the door and moved around the desk to hand him his cup when he held his hand out. He caught my wrist before I could move away. Turning, he set the coffee cup on the far corner. When he turned back to me, he caught me around the waist and settled me on the edge of the desk in front of him.

  I didn't know whether to be relieved or more unnerved that the 'discussion' was one we'd had before. Catching my legs, he lifted them until I had, perforce, to lean back on the desk on my elbows. Without preliminary, he leaned down and tongued my clit. A bolt of desire shot through me.

  "I love the taste of your pussy," he murmured, pushing my thighs wider and opening his mouth over the tiny bud of my clit. My belly clenched. Warm liquid spilled into my channel. I bit my lip at the sensations that jolted through me as he licked and sucked me, knowing if he ran true to form, he would stop as soon as I neared completion.

  At first I fought to detach myself completely from what he was doing. There was nothing like endless days of being teased to make one reluctant to strive for the peak of pleasure. I couldn't, though, and after a few moments I began only to try to keep him from knowing that I was getting closer and closer. I reached a point, though, when I couldn't keep it to myself, couldn't catch my breath. I sucked in a difficult breath that ended on a moan.

  Instead of stopping, he sucked my clit into his mouth and sucked harder. I moaned again as my sex began to quake with spasms of ecstasy. Just as I went over the top, he lifted his head and a sense of desertion filled me for all of two seconds. Before the climax eluded me, however, I felt him shoving his cock into my quaking pussy. I groaned again, my body exploding with rapture as he gripped me and plowed ruthlessly past convulsing, resisting flesh, burying his cock to the root.

  I was still quaking with the aftershocks when he shuddered, pumped into me frantically and groaned as he spilled his seed. He buried his face between my breasts, leaning heavily against me while he caught his breath. Finally, he lifted his head, nuzzled a path up the side of one breast and took my engorged nipple into his mouth, sucking.

  I resisted the urge to groan, resisted the tingling warmth that spread through me, but it did no good. Insidiously, desire began to resurface.

  Finally, when I was beginning to feel the inevitable coiling of tension in my belly, he ceased to tease me and straightened, carrying me with him. My knees were wobbly when my feet finally hit the floor. It took an effort to lock them. Suckling on my neglected nipple for good measure, he pulled away finally, gave my ass a pat and urged me toward the door.

  It became a daily routine that had no parameters, nothing to grab on to and thus there was no way to anticipate what would come beyond knowing that something would. Some days they barely acknowledged my presence aside from stroking my cleft or fondling my breasts just enough to keep me on edge. Others, first one and then another would pull me aside, or summon me to their office and fondle and fuck me until it was a struggle to keep from screaming with pleasure. At least once a week I was summoned to the conference room for a fuck-a-thon.

  I suppose in the back of my mind I hadn't really expected to serve the full six month sentence I'd been handed. Familiarity breeds contempt and I figured the partners would get tired of their toy pretty quickly and move on to greener pastures, particularly since this pasture wa
sn't all that green to start with.

  When I discovered a full month had passed with no sign of a let up--no sign that any of them were losing interest--I began to rethink that position and I realized that it was the unpredictability of the situation that kept them focused.

  Things had changed, but it certainly wasn't a waning of interest. If anything, it seemed to me that they were becoming more insatiable as time went on, as if the more often they got their cookies, the more cookies they wanted.

  In general, I was so exhausted that I slept like the dead once my head hit the pillow at night, which made sneak attacks a breeze for them. Occasionally, I would rouse when they began to bind me, but more often than not I only awoke to the pleasurable assault of mouths and tongues and hands.

  Victoria did not return and Colin quickly grew tired of handling the front desk. After some discussion between the partners, it was decided to train me for the position since, although theirs was certainly a lucrative practice, it wasn't busy in the sense that they were bursting at the seams with appointments. Most of the appointments they did schedule were for Mondays and Tuesdays, so that they could focus the remainder of their time on court and the endless research and paperwork that went in to each case.

  Colin began the instruction. His gaze kept straying to my breasts, however, and he began to show more interest in fondling them than what he was trying to teach me. My own concentration began to suffer when he tired of tweaking my nipples and pulled my blouse up to suck them. After a few moments of that, my brain fogged with the heat rising off my body.

  He returned his attention to the instructing. It stayed there for all of five minutes before he began stroking my cleft and soon even that wasn't enough. Pulling me down on his lap, he worked his cock up into me.

  I found it disturbing to play in the reception area, but Lyle had been clear that I was to do as I was told and I didn't argue. Colin had barely gotten started good, however, when the door to Lyle's office opened. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me on Colin's lap, frowning. His gaze collided with mine for a couple of seconds before he glanced toward the door.

  It wasn't locked.

  I tried to make my expression as carefully neutral as possible, but from the enigmatic look Lyle gave me I wasn't at all sure I'd been successful in hiding either my embarrassment or the sense of guilt that swept over me when he'd looked so outraged.

  Fixing Colin with a hard look, he jerked his head toward the back offices. "Not in the reception," he said tightly.

  Colin glared at him. For several unnerving moments, I thought he would argue with his older brother, but finally the tension left him and he relaxed his grip on me. I got up shakily and adjusted my clothing. When Lyle had disappeared into his office once more, slamming the door, Colin rose from the chair, grabbed my hand and strode down the hall to his office, tugging me behind him. Bending me over his desktop, he resumed where he'd left off, thrusting quick and hard so that he climaxed within minutes. There was a bit of temper in it, but since it wasn't directed at me, I found the roughness and aggressiveness of his possession wildly exciting … except for the part where he finished without me.

  I was really looking forward to the weekend.

  For some strange reason--I suppose because none of them had ever been to see me on those days before--I had the idea that the weekends were mine.

  That delusion was dispelled before dusk on that Friday evening.

  Chapter Six

  When Billy, Colin, and Michael arrived, bursting with energy and unloading everything from beer to mixers to chips, I thought they were throwing a party. It was born in on me fairly quickly that they were, just not the sort of party I'd imagined.

  For starters, I was the entertainment.

  In point of fact, I seemed to be the whole party.

  The serious, fairly conservative young men I'd grown accustomed to had vanished in the blink of an eye and I found myself facing frat boys--wild ones.

  Colin, the first through the door, let out a rebel hoot, grabbed me around the waist and swung me around in a circle. My head was still spinning when he stopped. By the time I'd regained my equilibrium, I'd landed on the couch, flat of my back and Colin was sprawled on top of me, his face burrowed between my breasts.

  "Mmm mmm, you smell good enough to eat!" he murmured with a wide grin when he lifted his head.

  I smiled back, tentatively, uncertain of whether I was more charmed by the frisky puppy or alarmed.

  "You're scaring her, Col," Billy growled irritably, having come in with another bag of groceries and stopped to observe.

  Colin looked down at me with a mixture of disbelief and doubt. "Am I?"

  "Uh …," I hedged.

  He studied me seriously for several long moments before a slow smile dawned. "Darlin' I might pleasure you till you scream, but you can be sure it won't be anything else."

  He rolled off of me then, pulled me to my feet and gave me a pat on the ass to urge me in the direction of the kitchen. "Why don't you start putting things up? We brought enough for the weekend."

  It looked like enough for a month, but I didn't argue. I went into the kitchen to help Billy, who'd already started packing the refrigerator with beer. He closed the refrigerator and leaned back against the counter, his arms folded over his chest. "He's right, you know."

  I lifted my brows questioningly.

  "You do smell good enough to eat--look good enough, too."

  I felt a blush rising to my cheeks. "Thank you."

  He grinned, examining me from head to foot. "It's just as well you don't wear anything like that at the office. We never would get any work done."

  I looked down at my nightie. It fell to my ankles. It felt substantial enough when I was alone, but it was thin enough you could read a newspaper through it. I chuckled. "It's not exactly office apparel."

  Of course the clothes I did wear weren't my notion of office apparel.

  He tilted his head, studying me keenly. "Come here."

  Setting the bag of chips in the cabinet, I closed the door and went to him. To my surprise, instead of cupping a hand over my mound, or pinching my nipples, he slipped his arms around me and dragged me up against him, nuzzling his face against my neck. "Mmm. Just as I thought."

  Warmth was spreading through me. "What?"

  "You feel good enough to eat, too," he murmured, sucking a love bite on my neck. "Don't take this the wrong way--but I'm looking forward to fucking you in a bed."

  I chuckled, pulling far enough away to look at him. "Wrong way?"

  He sighed. "Boringly unoriginal, but sometime a man just wants his comfort--and a whole lot of time."

  Colin and Michael entered the kitchen in time to catch the last comment, Michael baring still more bags, and Colin, I supposed, to see what was taking me so long in the kitchen.

  Colin and Michael exchanged a look. "All to yourself?" they demanded almost in unison. "I thought we were going to party?"

  Billy studied them for several moments. "All right, how about this--it's Friday. There's three of us. We draw straws--one night each. We can try out the toys as easily in the evening and we wouldn't be doing an all nighter anyway."

  Colin was obviously reluctant, but finally agreed they could draw straws. He went off in search of straws.

  My stomach had gone weightless at the mention of the toys. It appeared that having a female completely at their beck and call had spurred them to try everything they had always wanted to try but hadn't been able to convince a girlfriend to do.

  For my part, I felt just a little uneasy, but me liking what they did or who did it hadn't been a part of the agreement. In any case, I was curious. So far, except for being overworked at times, I couldn't complain and it was intriguing to think I could try things I might not be comfortable instigating myself. This way, it wasn't my idea or my responsibility--and, if I didn't like it--well, it still beat the hell out of jail. I didn't consider myself homophobic, but I was a died in the wool hetero and I didn't car
e for the notion of becoming some lesbian's reluctant girlfriend.

  Colin drew the first night. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Not that I had anything against Colin, but he was a little on the tipsy side already. Billy drew Saturday and Michael came in last.

  Billy winked at me when I glanced at him. I wasn't certain what it signified, but I began to suspect when Billy suggested they start the night off with a game of poker and began to ply Colin with beer.

  I had my doubts that he could drink Colin under the table but it wasn't my place to referee.

  I had a couple of mixed drinks myself--no more than enough to mellow me out a little--and primarily because I'd found I hated being sober when everyone else was inebriated.

  "I'm in the mood for a sandwich," Colin announced, throwing his cards on the table after he'd lost his third hand in a row.

  "I'll make them," I said at once, surging up from the couch.

  Colin snickered. "You're the meat, baby. Who wants to be the other half?"

  I felt my jaw go slack with surprise. Slowly, it dawned on me what he'd meant and a mixture of embarrassment and warmth that had nothing to do with embarrassment, suffused me.

  Billy glanced at Michael. "Not me, man. Col's too drunk to care what hole he poke's his pecker in. You three have fun. I'm going to catch the news and call it a night."

  "You up for this, Marlee?"

  I looked at Billy in surprise. It was the first time any of them had actually asked, but it pleased me that he was thoughtful enough to consider my feelings on the matter.

  "'Course she is, aren't you, Marlee?"

  I nodded.

  We had to help Colin up the stairs. He was swaying so badly I feared he would only make it far enough up to roll back down and injure himself. By the time we'd reached the bedroom, I had a bad case of the giggles. Colin had paused every second or third stair to reassure me that he was in top form and perfectly capable of performing, proving his point by favoring me with a number of sloppy kisses.