His to Punish (The Cleaners Book 2)

by Doris O'Connor

  The hold on her hair grew painful, and Jeanette gasped as Ty shoved her away. His dark eyes glittering in silent fury, he reached in his back pocket for the key to her chains, and before she could draw another breath into her constricted lungs, her restraints fell away.

  Oh, I’ve done it now.

  Jeanette ought to run, she ought to scream, do something, yet all she was capable of was to stand there. The sheer force of his will held her spellbound, unable to move, those restraints far more effective than any chain could ever be.

  Ty looked furious, and so damn sexy, it was hard to breathe.

  “Remember you asked for this with your behavior, girl. Now strip and face the wall.”

  The edge to his voice brooked no argument, even if she had been capable of it, as Ty grasped the neck of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Muscles rippled, and her gaze followed the enticing trail of dark hair. It covered his pectorals, and arrowed into a happy trail disappearing under the waistband of his jeans. Her gaze lingered on his side, where the stitches remained in his wound. The all too visible reminder of how close he’d come to losing his life sent shivers of dread down her spine, because it brought it home more than anything else could have done that she had feelings for him. Convoluted ones, for sure, but feelings nevertheless.

  Ty’s hands went to his belt, and she jumped when he spoke again.

  “I said strip, girl, now.”

  Jeanette complied with shaking hands, and another one of these deep, dark growls rumbled from Ty’s chest, when she stood before him naked. Try as she might she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, had to fight the insane urge to sink to her knees, in fact. Lord only knew what was happening to her. She was losing the plot, because she could swear she could feel Ty’s intense gaze like a physical touch, as he ran it over her naked body.

  She jumped again when he cracked the belt through the air like a whip, the resulting snap far too loud in the quiet room. He stepped around her, running one finger along her skin. From the tip of her nose, around her mouth, down her neck, and along her collarbone into the valley between her breasts, he continued the silent exploration, the contrast of his much paler flesh next to hers a heady aphrodisiac indeed. When he cupped one of her breasts in his hand and lifting it, bent his head to suck her hard nipple into his mouth, Jeanette couldn’t stop her whimper of need. Unbidden her hands tangled in his hair, to keep him there, as every hard suck made her pussy quiver in need. She could smell her own arousal in the air, as her juices slowly trickled down the inside of her thighs.

  Ty bit down hard on the breast in his mouth, and the sharp pain of his bite made Jeanette cry out. Not in pain exactly, because she was far too turned on and already teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

  “Please…”

  Ty soothed the leftover ache from his bite by licking it, before he abruptly withdrew.

  “I haven’t given you permission to touch me, girl.” He reached up to grasp her wrist, and Jeanette immediately let go of his hair. She caught a glimpse of his stern expression before he swung her around.

  “Face the wall, and spread your legs, girl.”

  It didn’t even occur to her to disobey, and when he joined her moments later his clean male musk enveloped her. He crowded her against that wall, the coolness of it against her skin a direct contrast against the heated male body pressing against her from behind. The feel of his chest hair against her back made her hyperaware of his harsh breathing. She closed her eyes against her shame, when he reached around and between her legs. There was nowhere to hide now, as confirmed by his next words.

  “So fucking wet for me. You’re mine now, girl.”

  A bite to her shoulder followed that possessive claim, and Jeanette cried out in surprise when he shoved two fingers into her pussy at the same time. Wet as she was they slid right in, and her internal muscles clamped down on the invaders. Ty thrust those digits in and out of her channel and adding another one, finger-fucked her with merciless precision. His cock was a hard, solid ridge against her hip, and he groaned into her neck again, when she spread her legs wider for him.

  “Yeah, that’s it, baby, your body knows who you belong to, doesn’t it?”

  Jeanette tried to respond, but nothing but a keening sound came out, because Ty curled his fingers to massage her G-spot. Pleasure surged through her hard and fast, and her hips took on a life of their own as she rocked herself against his hand, desperate to gain the friction she needed to her clit to get over.

  Before she could get there, however, Ty withdrew his fingers, and slapped her ass hard. Jeanette moaned her denial and shoved her ass back into him in a silent bid for him to continue, but she should have known that was a useless exercise.

  “No, your orgasms belong to me now, and you will not come without my permission.”

  One hand fisted in her hair, he pulled her away from the wall and marched her across to the cross. Jeanette’s heart missed a few beats, and then turned into a jackhammer when she caught side of their reflection in the mirror on the wall.

  She looked like she felt, a woman on the edge. Her eyes were too wide, her mouth, still swollen from his earlier kisses slightly open, her breasts swaying from side to side, and shaking with every harsh breath she managed to draw into her lungs, as he half dragged her along. Her skin already showed the marks of his possession, his bite marks clearly visible, and she groaned when his arm came round her waist, and he kicked her legs apart. It meant her swollen most intimate parts were clearly visible. Jeanette ought to be ashamed at how wet she was, at the needy sounds that immediately spilled from her lips, when Ty yanked her head back further, and rubbed his jaw along her neck. His breath singed her skin, and their gazes locked. His dark eyes flashed with dangerous intent, and Jeanette’s internal muscles clenched in response, sending more moisture to her swollen lips. Ty smiled when he noticed, and his voice had dropped even further, sending yet more shivers of dread, or was it anticipation, down her spine. Her clit quivered, the usually tiny bud clearly visible at the top of her hood.

  “Take a good look, titch. Your body doesn’t lie. You want this, need it, even, and I’m just the man to give you what you need. All you have to do is ask.”

  He shoved his thigh in between her legs as she spoke, and Jeanette closed her eyes and gasped in helpless delight. The friction his thigh created against her sensitive pussy lips, torture and pleasure all in one. Torture, because it wasn’t enough to send her over, just enough to keep her teetering on the precarious ledge between pleasure and the fall into an abyss so deep, she wasn’t sure she’d survive it.

  “Tell me you’re mine, baby.” Ty’s whispered the words in her ear, while he nibbled along her earlobe, and delivered tiny bites along her neck.

  She wanted to give in so badly, but Myrtle’s face swam into her mind, and she sobbed her denial.

  “I—I can’t. Let me go.”

  Ty’s immediate withdrawal from her didn’t bode well. She cried out in pain, because he yanked her across to the padded, wooden structure by her hair. A shove sent her flying into it, and her breath escaped her lungs in a shocked whoosh at the force of the impact. She caught a glimpse of his closed off, angry expression, before he was on top of her. Using his considerable bodyweight he crushed her against the frame, and only let her go once her arms and legs were fastened to the thing. A blindfold followed, robbing her of her vision, and Jeanette started to fight, while calling him all the names under the sun.

  A short laugh was the only response to her outburst.

  The crack of his belt gave her a second’s warning before the leather made contact with her ass, and Jeanette cried out at the strip of white-hot pain left behind. Before she could draw another breath, a second even harder strike happened, followed by a third. She dimly registered that he hit a different place on her butt every time, before the pain morphed into one big ache.

  All the fight went out of Jeanette as he continued to punish her ass, varying the tempo and force behind the lashes of
his belt. As abruptly as he started, he stopped, and Jeanette gasped when he molded his body against hers. His hard cock dug into her abused ass, and she winced as he rubbed his hips across them.

  “Why did I punish you, girl?” he asked, his voice surprisingly tender as he stepped away and ran his hands over her shoulders, and down her back. She tensed anew, when he stopped just above her tender backside, and breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t go further.

  “I would suggest you answer me, titch. As much as I enjoy making this ass glow, I don’t think you’re really up for anymore strikes. More’s the pity. You did very well, taking your lashes, sweetheart.”

  The unexpected endearment further screwed with her state of mind, because he sounded as though he meant it. She read regret in those words laced in with pride, which made no sense at all. Neither did the tight feeling in her chest that came with the knowledge that she had pleased him.

  A buzzing sound reached her ears seconds later, and before she could process what that was, she gasped as something cool slid along her exposed pussy lips.

  “Relax, sweet, now comes the pleasure.”

  Ty’s dark voice had the desired effect, helped along by the sudden vibrations against her clit. A long, drawn out moan came from her lips, one that Ty caught in the kiss he gave her, as he pushed that toy deep inside her pussy. Jeanette tensed and then shuddered as the egg shaped object settled against her G-spot. The vibrations kicked up, reigniting her earlier denied orgasm, and she found herself kissing Ty back.

  He withdrew with a bite to her lower lip, and the vibrations deep inside her kicked up another notch, designed to hurtle her toward an orgasm so intense she found herself to be rather grateful for the cross holding her up.

  “That’s my girl, come for me now, and I want to hear you scream.”

  Jeanette didn’t need any further encouragement, especially when something hot and wet licked around her clit. The thought of Ty on his knees behind her, send her over that cliff, and she did scream. Long, loud, hard, unable to withstand the dual sensation of the toy inside and Ty’s talented tongue against her clit. Up and down her pussy lips, he licked, and nibbled, ran circles around her clit, before he sucked on it hard, bit down, and started all over again.

  How many times Ty brought her release this time, she couldn’t determine, as one ran into the other, with Ty murmuring encouragement into her pussy. When at long last the vibrations inside of her dimmed to a slow ebb, Jeanette went limb in her restraints. Ty chuckled, the tiny puffs of air tickling on her wet flesh, and another mini contraction rocked her body.

  “So fucking responsive and beautiful. I wish you could see yourself, titch. In fact…”

  Ty licked a path of heat along her pussy, and Jeanette gasped, as he parted her still smarting ass cheeks, and licked right up to her anus.

  No one had ever touched her there, and Jeanette ought to be disgusted, ashamed even, but the opposite was true, especially as the egg’s vibrations increased again, as Ty’s tongue breached her hole. The sensation of him entering there was strangely exciting, and groaning, Jeanette pushed out her ass, as much as she could. Ty’s hold on her butt grew painful as he squeezed the smarting globes, while he continued to tongue fuck her ass.

  “Please. I … God, don’t stop.”

  Jeanette grimaced at the needy, breathless quality of her denial, as Ty withdrew his tongue.

  His dark laughter washed over her, and in the next instant, the scent of coconut filled her nostrils, seconds before one slick finger entered where his tongue had been moments before.

  “Oh believe me, titch, I have no intention of stopping any time soon.”

  He added another finger, stretching her, and Jeanette had never felt so full. With his other hand he traced a heated path of awareness up her spine, until he could wrap it loosely around her neck. Robbed of her vision as she was, all of her other senses were heightened. She could swear she could feel every one of the hairs on his muscled thighs as he stepped closer, and kissed her again.

  The sheer possessiveness of this kiss took her breath away, and she whimpered as he seemingly added another finger, stretching her tiny virgin hole to impossible widths. Yet, there was no pain, just a slight burn which morphed into pleasure when he started to thrust those fingers in and out her ass. The dual sensation of the toy in her cunt and his fingers up her behind, was overwhelming, too much, yet not enough, and she suddenly desperately wanted his cock.

  As though he read her mind, Ty withdrew his fingers, and letting go of her neck ripped the blindfold of her eyes.

  Temporarily blinded, Jeanette blinked furiously to get her vision to clear, and when she could finally focus, she saw Ty reappearing from the bathroom. Heat rose in her cheeks, seeing him dry his hands on a towel, and winking at her he stepped closer. Her throat went dry when he reached for a condom, and rolled it on his impressive length, and then slathered his sheathed cock liberally with yet more coconut oil.

  “Tell me, titch, has anyone ever claimed your luscious ass?”

  Jeanette couldn’t tear her gaze away from the slow up and downward slide of his fist on his cock, and she shook her head.

  “No, Sir.”

  Ty’s dark eyes exploded in a burst of golden flecks at her bestowing that title, and his harsh features softened in a breathtaking smile that she wanted to see more of it.

  “Good girl. I’m so glad to hear that. I’m looking forward to being your first then.”

  He stepped closer still, all lean muscle and sinews, a predator ready to devour her, and Jeanette swallowed hard, when he picked up a remote and flicked a switch. Instantly the toy inside of her went into overdrive, and Jeanette yanked on her restraints, as red hot pleasure surged through her again.

  “No, please, I can’t … not again, Sir … please.”

  Jeanette knew she was begging, but she couldn’t help it. Everything inside of her screamed for relief. She wanted this torture, pleasure, whatever it was to end, yet she never wanted it to end either.

  Ty’s body wrapped itself around her again, his kisses everywhere at once it seemed as his hands roamed her body.

  “You can and you will, but not until I’m ballocks deep in your ass, my love. Ask me for my cock.”

  Jeanette shook her head, and the sharp immediate pain to her scalp stopped her. Hands fisted in her hair, Ty stood behind her, forcing her to look at them both in the mirror, and try as she might she couldn’t look away from the intense emotions swirling in his dark eyes.

  “Ask me, or so help me I’ll leave you hanging. I know you want this, so fucking ask me. You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go, so you might as well just accept it.”

  His voice broke on the last few words, and it was the intense hunger in his eyes, coupled with that flash of uncertainty that did her in.

  Telling that barely still functioning part of her brain to take a hike, she whispered the words on her heart.

  “Please, Sir, I want your cock.”

  Chapter Ten

  Ty breathed a sigh of relief, hearing those words from her lips, only that breath came out more as a growl. Jeanette’s eyes widened at his response, and he kissed her again. The way she opened to him, went pliant against him, made his chest feel tight with unwanted emotion. He was so fucked and not in a good way. Before he could give those strange emotions a name, he broke the kiss, and smiled at her.

  “Good girl.”

  Taking his cock by the root, he lined it up with her untouched hole, and kissed her shoulder.

  “Relax, breathe out as I push in, and yes … just like that. Fuck.”

  Ty forced himself to go slow, as he breached her hole, and pushed in. Just liked he’d hoped, she opened to him like a flower unfurling in the sun. He grimaced inwardly at the fanciful thought which he’d never live down, if the boys found out, and then he stopped thinking altogether.

  A deep throated groan came from his girl, and Ty swore as her muscles clenched around him. The added vibrations from the toy still lodge
d in her cunt rippled along his dick through the thin membrane separating his cock from her channel. With a groan of his own, Ty pulled out and slowly pushed back in again.

  “Oh, God, oh God … I can’t … so full … please.”

  Wrapping one hand around her neck, the other curled around her hip, he started to thrust.

  “Yes, you can. Come for me, sweet, because I won’t last five seconds. You’re so fucking tight.”

  Jeanette exploded around his dick, the rhythmic clenches around his cock so strong that his orgasm built in record time. His balls drew tight, and with Jeanette quivering in her release, he allowed himself to set the ruthless rhythm he needed. The cross shook with the force of their coupling, and the world went black as he filled the condom with his release while continuing to thrust in and out of her sweet ass.

  When his dick stopped twitching, he rested his head on Jeanette’s shoulder, and the vision slowly returned to his eyes, coupled with the feeling in his arms and legs. Sweat ran down his shoulder blades, and he struggled to draw breath, as he came down from his high. As for his girl… She stared unseeing into space, her eyes having taken on that glassy faraway look which told him she was floating in the happy place only a good scene could place a subbie in.

  Pride warred with affection in his chest, and murmuring his praises to her, he slowly withdrew his softening penis from the tight clasp of her body.

  Jeanette moaned, her body still quivering in aftershocks, and having tied off the condom and chucked it on the floor for now, he slowly dialed down the vibration of the egg still inside of her, mindful not to jerk her out of her happy place too abruptly.

  The little quivers stopped when he shut the toy off, and Jeanette slumped against the cross. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her head lolled.

  “That’s my girl. You did so very well. Let’s take you off this thing. There you go, my sweet.”

  Ty wasn’t sure if she could even hear him right now, but he kept up his praising of her anyway, all through untying her, and carrying her across to the bed. A whimper escaped her when he fished the toy out her swollen channel, and despite his earlier spectacular release, his cock half hardened again, seeing her sweet cunt so thoroughly used.