I’d never found hookups satisfying, so I’d gotten used to not having anything touch my dick but my own hand. Last night, it hadn’t seemed like enough. I zoned out on the red line having slept only fitfully after waking from my dreams of Lucien.
When I exited the train at my stop, I pulled out my phone to check the directions once again. As I studied the map, thick fingers closed around my bicep so hard I yelped. I started to pull away, but another hand came down on my shoulder. I realized there were two men behind me. Two large, broad-shouldered, beefy men I had little chance of getting away from.
“What do you want?” I hated how my voice shook.
“Mr. Marchesi sent us,” the man on my right said. “You’re late for work.”
“He likes everyone to be on time,” the other man said.
“Thank you, but I told him I didn’t need the job.”
The man on my right jerked my arm. “You’ll have to tell him that again in person because he asked us to bring you to him.”
My heart was racing, and I was afraid I was either going to faint or throw up. But there was a tiny part of me that liked the fact that Lucien didn’t want to let me go. I hated myself for even thinking that way.
“Start walking to the car,” the man on my left said, gesturing toward a black car illegally parked down the street.
I considered my options. I wasn’t going to be able to get away from these men. I’d told myself again and again I should take a self-defense class, but my strategy of hiding from trouble had worked for me so far. Fucking Jimmy.
Would being under Lucien’s control be so bad? Images from my dream flashed into my mind.
I shouldn’t be thinking that way, but what was I supposed to do? I didn’t have any option but to head toward the car like the man had said. Maybe later I could find a way to escape. Maybe Lucien wouldn’t turn out to be as bad a man as I thought.
Yeah, right. Like I would be that lucky.
4
Lucien
“Mr. Marchesi?” Carla called over the intercom.
“Yes?”
“Leo and Rick are here with your new receptionist.”
“Send Peter in, and do not let anyone disturb me for any reason.”
“Yes, sir.”
I looked up from my desk when the door opened a few seconds later. I heard Carla whisper “Go on” before Peter took a tentative step toward the doorway and then another one.
“Close the door behind you and lock it,” I said looking back down at the papers in front of me.
“Sir, please. I—”
“I didn’t ask you to speak. Come stand in front of my desk.”
I saw him move in my peripheral vision, but I deliberately didn’t look at him. I took my time reviewing the reports I’d been looking over. When I was done, I closed my leather folio, folded my hands on top of it, and gave Peter a slow perusal, letting him see my displeasure. “I told you to be here at nine o’clock. Did you misunderstand me?”
He shook his head. “No, sir. I didn’t think it was a good idea to come back.”
“You know what’s not a good idea, Peter? Disobeying me. When I tell a man to do something, he does it or faces the consequences.”
“Consequences, sir?”
“Did you honestly think that you could just not show up for your job and… what? I wouldn’t notice? I wouldn’t care?”
“I thought… I didn’t really think you wanted me to work for you. You wanted Jimmy—”
“I don’t want Jimmy for anything. Jimmy is a piece of shit. I was doing Jimmy a favor, but now he’s lost his chance with me. You, on the other hand, I wanted. I made that very clear.” I rose and started to move around the desk.
Peter took a step back.
“Don’t move.”
He drew in a shaky breath, but he stayed where he was. I moved behind him, intentionally keeping him on edge.
“Do you know what the consequences are for disobeying me?”
“P-please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. I’ll work for you. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“That’s right. You will,” I said, stepping so close he could feel my breath on his neck. I saw the fine hairs stand up as I blew against them. Peter shivered.
“I’m afraid I can’t promise the consequences won’t hurt, but there won’t be any permanent damage.”
“Please, give me another chance.”
“No, Peter. I need you to understand how very serious I am when I ask you to do something.”
“I know now.”
“Do you? Do you know what I want from you, Peter?”
“N-no.”
“Everything,” I said the word in a low voice right by his ear, and I dropped my hand to the gorgeous curve of his ass. “When you’re disobedient, you’ll get punished. It will be my hand today, but if you refuse to follow my orders again, it will be my belt or maybe even the cane.”
“You’re going to spank me?” He shivered again as I ran a hand down his back and cupped his ass once more.
“I am. Drop your pants and brace yourself on the desk.”
“You can’t just—”
I wrapped a hand around his throat, caressing him with my thumb. “I can do anything I want. You came to me, and I decided to keep you.”
“I didn’t know. Jimmy told me—”
I blew against his neck once more, then traced the outer edge of his ear with my tongue. “You should always investigate future employers.”
“Please. I don’t want trouble.”
“Then you should’ve been on time for work today.” I rested my hands against his waist and felt him exhale. Then I kissed him over the rapid pulse that had intrigued me the day before. He whimpered when I flicked it with my tongue, and if I hadn’t already decided he was mine, that sound would have made me claim him.
“Wh-what if someone comes in?” I doubted he knew he’d given himself away, but his words let me know he’d accepted his punishment as inevitable.
“No one would dare.” I bit the soft skin of his neck gently. He sucked in his breath and tilted his head, exposing more of his neck to me. “That’s it. Surrender to me. It will be easier that way.”
“Please.” This time, I suspected he was asking for more rather than begging for mercy. I reached for his belt buckle, undid it, and then unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper. He shuddered as I pressed my palm into the hard length of his cock. I was right. He wanted this.
“Do you need a man who will demand obedience from you, Peter?”
“No, I… I don’t know.”
“I think you do. I’m going to be that man for you. I’m going to control you, but I’m also going to take care of you.” I let go of him and stepped back. “Now drop your pants and hold on to the edge of my desk.”
His hands went to his fly but then he hesitated. “I already know you will obey. It’s only a matter of how long you make me wait. The longer that is, the harsher your punishment. This is going to happen. I’m going to redden your ass, show you how serious I am, and then for the rest of the day, you’re going to go out there and do your job.”
“A-and after that?”
The tremble in his voice made me even harder. I’d be lucky to get anything done for the rest of the day because I wasn’t going to fuck him. Not yet. Not here. The first time I had the pleasure of sliding into his gorgeous ass, I was going to take my time.
“You’re going to come back to work tomorrow, and you’re going to do as you’re told.” I didn’t think this was the time to announce that he would also be moving into my house. My investigation of his life had shown me his apartment was unsafe, and my enemies were too restless to leave him unprotected. I could keep a guard on him, but it would be so much easier—and more pleasurable—if he were under my roof.
A few more seconds passed. I watched his shoulders rise and fall gently with his breaths. Then he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his legs. A man with less control than me would’ve groaned at the sight. I want
ed to bury my face against his ass, to lick, to savor, but there would be time for that later.
Slowly, he reached out his arms and grasped the edge of the desk.
“That’s good, Peter. See how easy it is to obey?”
A small sound escaped him, and it made me long to hear more. But not here. Carla and anyone else who’d witnessed him being sent to my office would know I intended to punish him, but his cries were for me, not them.
“You’re going to have to keep quiet. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know.”
He was so honest. Was he as innocent as he seemed? If so, he absolutely needed my protection.
“Try your best. I’ll gag you if I have to.”
“I—”
I cracked my hand against his ass. He jumped, but he didn’t cry out.
I didn’t give him time to think before I spanked him again and then kept going. He whined and whimpered and dropped down to his elbows on the desk. His ass was even more gorgeous with my handprint across it, and my cock was begging to be freed. Just thinking of the way Peter would react to me pushing into him, fucking him deep, was making me crazy.
I slapped the reddest part of his ass harder than I had before. This time, he yelped. I clamped a hand over his mouth. “I need you quiet.”
I used my other hand to give him several blows in rapid succession. He tried to pull away from me, so I let go of his mouth and pushed him down flat against my desk, not caring when papers went flying. “I’m not finished yet.”
“Please. It hurts, please.”
“I want it to hurt. I want you to remember how this feels any time you think about disobeying my orders. Do you understand?”
He whimpered. “I expect an answer.”
“Yes, sir.” He exhaled, and I felt him relax against the desk. I’d been right. Control was exactly what he needed.
5
Peter
My ass was on fire. It hurt like hell, but it wasn’t like any pain I’d felt before. It heated me up, electrified me, and made me so hard I was afraid I was going to come as his hand came down on my ass again and again. I wanted to make it stop, but I also wanted to beg him to keep going. What was wrong with me? I should’ve been angry, scared, and humiliated by what he was doing to me, but I fucking loved it.
I struggled to breathe through my nose as his hand clamped hard against my mouth. I’d tried to be quiet, but how could I when he sent pain singing through me as he made me hurt, made me want.
I felt near my breaking point, ready to cry or scream or fight as a riot of emotions and confusion churned inside me. Then he hit me so hard pain blazed through my whole body. I struggled, suddenly desperate to get away. He shoved me down over the desk. I protested, but he wouldn’t relent. He demanded my surrender.
As he held me there against the cool, hard surface, his hand caressed my sore ass. Something in me did break, but not like I’d expected it to. I didn’t try to shove him off me. I didn’t fight. I gave in, and it felt incredible. I was sure I would be angry with myself later, but right then, I accepted it. This was what I needed. Dominance. Control. Clear expectations. “Please, I need…”
“I know what you need.”
He smacked my ass again and again. I was so hot, so needy. I knew it hurt, but the pain felt far away somehow. I arched my back, reaching my ass toward his hand. My cock was so hard. If I could just get some friction…
Lucien spanked me hard enough to push me farther across the desk. A cry escaped me, and he slid a hand into my hair, gripping it tight and turning my head so I faced him.
“You’re mine, and I expect your obedience.”
“Yes, sir.” The words were out before I had time to think about them or consider what I was agreeing to.
He gripped my hips, yanking me back from the desk. I slid along the surface, crumpling papers, but he seemed oblivious to that.
He reached under me, and his hand circled my cock. “You’re going to come for me now. Your body knows what it needs. I can give you pain, but I can also give you pleasure. So much pleasure.”
His strokes were slow, and his grip not tight enough. “Please. Please, I need…”
His hand tightened in my hair again. “Tell me what you need.”
“To come.”
“I can tell. You’re leaking so much, I bet there’s a puddle of precum on the floor. Should I make you lick it up when I’m done with you?”
I sucked in my breath. The thought of that shouldn’t be hot. It was humiliating. It was wrong. “No, please.”
He laughed, the sound rich and dark. “You would do it if I ordered you to.”
I didn’t bother to protest because I was sure I would. He’d proven I would obey him. I’d kneeled for him, bared my ass to him, let him hurt me, and liked it. What wouldn’t I do?
“What else do you want?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do”
I swallowed hard. I knew a lot of things I wanted, but I didn’t want to admit to them. He teased a single finger along the length of my cock. I needed so much more.
“Tell me.”
“This. You. Whatever you’re doing to me, I…”
“That’s right. You need everything I want to do to you.”
Lucien stepped back, and I bit my lower lip to hold in a protest as he yanked on my hair, jerking me upward. I pressed my hands against the desk to lever myself up as he pulled me back against him. Then he spun me to face him. His eyes were even darker, nearly black now, the pupils huge. At least I knew he was affected by this too. I glanced down and saw his cock pressed against his tight suit pants.
“Fuck yes, I’m hard for you,” he said. “I love the feel of you surrendering to me. Now look at me.”
I was scared to look up and see the intensity in his eyes because I wanted to tell him he could have me. I wanted to give in, not just to his punishment, to everything. I knew that was crazy. There was no telling what evil he’d done. I didn’t know if he’d killed that woman or not, but I didn’t think he was a man who would hesitate to kill if he wanted to.
He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His fingers squeezed me so hard I wondered if there’d be bruises along my jaw. He eased up the pressure once our eyes met, and his other hand reached for my cock again. “Hold your shirt up out of the way. Mine won’t fit you, and I haven’t had a chance to get anything in your size to keep in my office. I can’t have my receptionist going around all day with cum stains on his clothes.”
I did as he said, pulling my shirt up and folding it over. It would be wrinkled but not stained. What did he mean he intended to order clothes in my size? How did he even know my size? All concern for that vanished when his hand wrapped around my cock again, gripping me tighter this time.
My eyes started to flutter closed, but Lucien’s grip on my chin tightened again. “I want you looking at me as I bring you off. I want you to remember who’s touching you, who owns you.”
I wanted to protest, but he was stroking me faster now, his hold so tight it was just on the edge of painful. I tried to stay still, but I couldn’t. My hips seemed to move on their own as I tried to thrust my cock into his hand.
“Go ahead and fuck my hand. I love seeing how much you need this.”
I was close. So close. But I was almost scared that if I let go, he would see even deeper into me as he watched, and I was afraid that once I let him bring me off, I would truly be his. I didn’t have a choice though, did I? He’d taken that away from me. That should scare me instead of making me feel so fucking free.
“That’s it, baby. I know you’re right there. Who’s giving you this, making you feel so fucking good?”
“You are, sir.”
“That’s right, so show me how much you love this.”
He let go of my chin and squeezed my ass, fingers digging into the sore flesh. That pain was enough to push me over the edge. I nearly bit through my lip to keep from crying out as cum shot from my cock, the ple
asure of it rocketing through me. Lucien kept stroking me, and my climax seemed to go on and on, longer than it ever had.
When he finally let go, my knees buckled. I had to reach for the desk to stay on my feet. Lucien pulled tissues from a box on his desk and wiped off his hands. Horrified that I might have ruined his suit, I looked him up and down, but he looked as pristinely put together as ever.
“Over eagerness cost me to ruin a suit once,” he said. “I’ve never let that happen again.”
Of course he would magically be able to keep himself looking perfect when I probably looked as used as I felt.
He tossed the tissues in his trash can.
“I have a meeting to get to. Clean yourself up in my washroom.” He inclined his head toward the door to his left. “There’s an iron in the linen closet if you need it for your shirt.”
I stared at him. He hadn’t come. “You didn’t… I thought…”
“When I fuck you for the first time, it’s going to be somewhere private so I can enjoy every sound you make and take as much time as I’d like.”
“But aren’t you—”
“I’ve learned how to deny myself and wait for what I want because I know eventually, I’ll have everything I’ve ever desired.”
He slipped out the door then, leaving me standing there with my pants around my ankles, sticky with cum and sore from his punishment, but I hadn’t missed the fact that he barely opened the door, making certain no one could see in.
That’s because he thinks you’re his property, and he doesn’t want to share you with anyone else.
Or was it because he was protecting me? No, I couldn’t let myself imagine him having tender feelings. I hitched my pants up and hobbled into the bathroom.
It was far larger than the one in my apartment and much more richly decorated. There was a stack of washcloths in a basket on the counter. I took one, cleaned myself up, then placed it in the basket that seemed to be for dirty linen. I tucked my shirt back in. I probably should iron it as Lucien had suggested, but I didn’t trust my shaky hands to hold an iron. As unsettled as I was, I’d likely burn a hole in it.
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