Sophie (The Boss Book 8)

by Abigail Barnette

  I really, really wanted to win. My strap-on was just sitting there, neglected, in the cabinet.

  “You may wonder how that would be a punishment. I’m sure it sounds more like a prize,” Sir continued.

  A whimper crept up my throat, and the gag El-Mudad and I shared muffled it. I was going to come before Sir even finished explaining the rules. My thighs tensed. I pulled at the restraints holding my arms. I exhaled through my nose on a loud wail that had no other way to escape as every nerve-ending in my clit burned with pleasure.

  I held El-Mudad’s gaze through it all.

  “Good girls don’t interrupt,” Sir scolded. “You’ll receive a spanking for that, later.”

  I couldn’t get away from the vibration. I wanted to scream my head off, but Sir wasn’t finished, so I knew better than to say a word.

  “May I continue?” Sir asked, but he didn’t wait for my answer. “It will be a punishment you receive tonight. Not pleasure. I will be as rough with you as I like.”

  El-Mudad’s eyes drifted closed as he panted his way toward his orgasm.

  "Keep your eyes open," Sir reminded him.

  Though it was a struggle, El-Mudad forced himself to gaze deep into my eyes as he groaned through his climax. Hot, heavy drops of wetness hit my belly.

  He was so close. And I couldn't touch him.

  That was enough to tantalize me to the brink again, and I plunged over. El-Mudad's legs tugged our shared restraint as he kicked and squirmed, trying to escape the vibration.

  "Hold still," Sir warned. "I already have to spank Sophie."

  It was challenging to get my breath when El-Mudad's frantic puffing stole all the air between us. I tried to calm myself from the claustrophobic panic that wound up inside me, but I was so near another orgasm that soothing myself wasn't an option. This time, when I came, I saw starbursts of red in my vision.

  El-Mudad twisted and sobbed. His eyes shut this time; he had lost all control of himself. His involuntary movements jerked my legs forward, rocking me harder against my vibrator. I hadn't come down, but I climbed back up fast, breathless, dizzy, until I was pretty sure I blacked out for a second of the terrible pleasure that seized my limbs.

  I had to. I didn’t want to. But I had to.

  I gave my Sir the signal.

  The vibrator clicked off immediately, but the relief that came turned quickly to regret. He released the strap from my side of the gag and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. “Was it really too much, Sophie? Or did you just want my cock?”

  Still gagged, El-Mudad screamed through another orgasm, bucking against the restraints. For the first time, I saw the sweat coating his abs, the cum leaking from the swollen red tip of him. Sir flipped the switch on the handle of the wand, ending the torment. El-Mudad’s head dropped back with a long, relieved groan, and Sir turned off the vibrating plug, as well.

  “Disappointed that you won’t be fucked tonight?” he mocked El-Mudad before kneeling beside us to remove the cuffs that bound our legs together. Sir freed our wrists and ordered El-Mudad, “Don’t move.”

  Neil grabbed me around the waist and lifted me before I could get my bearings, and I clutched at him as he set me on my feet. He gripped the back of my neck and pushed me down over the arm of the recamier. “I still want you to look into his eyes, Sophie,” Sir commanded. “Don’t look away for one second.”

  I met El-Mudad’s eyes again, knowing what was coming, knowing how humiliated I would feel. Sir slid the plug from my body, and a hot flush of shame warmed my face.

  “You’re embarrassed, aren’t you?” Sir tossed the plug onto the bed. One big hand cupped me from below, fingers sliding over my too-sensitive clit, dipping into my clutching pussy. “You’re ashamed of how filthy you are.”

  Lube dripped between my cheeks. The room was quiet enough I heard his zipper open. He pushed two fingers into my cunt, and his hand stilled.

  “I’ve changed my mind,” he said simply, and the too-big head of his cock shoved into my pleasure-swollen pussy. He buried himself as deep as he physically could while I twisted and screamed from the pain. Sir laughed. “Oh, Sophie. I never said I changed my mind about hurting you.”

  “Do you see what a mess he’s made?” Sir asked. “El-Mudad, let Sophie clean you up.”

  El-Mudad stood, straddling the seat, and moved close enough that his still erect cock brushed my lips.

  Neil slowly withdrew, almost entirely out of me. He let me hang in a moment of apprehension before slamming hard and deep again.

  I opened my mouth to cry out, and Sir pushed me forward, filling it with El-Mudad's visibly throbbing cock. He cried out in agony, so wanting to pull away, captive by the force of Sir’s will alone.

  "Suck," Sir ordered, and though El-Mudad shouted, "Please, no!" I drew hard on the head of his erection and swirled my tongue around him. The sick thrill I got from tormenting his already abused cock curled my toes and made my pussy clench down on Sir.

  He hissed, "Sophie, I'm surprised at you. It seems like you enjoy hurting him."

  I kind of did.

  "Please," El-Mudad whimpered. "Please."

  "Please make you come? Again?" Sir ground deeper, and I gagged as El-Mudad's cock shoved into my throat. "That’s quite greedy of you. Fuck her mouth."

  El-Mudad jerked his hips back and, seemingly against his own will, thrust forward again. I coughed and choked as he sobbed with every stroke. "Please. Please don't make me. Please."

  "Please don't make you come in her mouth?" Sir asked. "That's very considerate of you."

  Sir pulled out of me fast, releasing a gush of wetness that drenched my thighs. "Fuck her ass, then."

  "What?" El-Mudad gasped. "I can't. I can't."

  "You can." Sir zipped his fly. He pushed three fingers roughly into my pussy and wriggled them, coating them in my wetness. He went to El-Mudad and slicked the fluid over his cock. "Fuck her ass."

  I wondered if El-Mudad would safeword.

  But he bent his head, stifled a sob, and moved behind me.

  "Let's check in. Are you still all right, El-Mudad?" Neil asked.

  The tip of El-Mudad's cock nudged my ass, and he breathlessly confirmed, "Yes."

  "Sophie?"

  Sweat from pain and anxiety rolled down my forehead. My arms trembled, barely able to hold me up. But I said, "Keep going."

  My Sir replaced my husband in an instant. "You heard her. Keep going."

  Though Sir had applied lube earlier, and though El-Mudad's cock was slippery from his sweat and my saliva, it wasn't enough; the agonizing roughness of his penetration took my breath away on a scream of pain.

  "Oh, be quiet, Sophie. Don’t pretend as though you don’t love being treated like the whore that you are," Sir scolded.

  Every thrust of El-Mudad's hips was punctuated by a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob that went on and on until he finally stilled with a raw cry. The next word he gasped was, "Yellow."

  "All right," Neil said. "Let's take the loop off."

  "Nothing else with my dick," El-Mudad said.

  “Sophie?” Neil asked, arching a brow at me.

  I licked my lips. “Green.” El-Mudad wasn’t the only greedy one.

  Sir nodded and freed his cock again, stroking it lazily as he contemplated me. “All right. On the bed.”

  I moved to comply and had only just gotten my knees on the edge of the massive mattress when Sir grabbed my ankles and jerked hard, toppling me onto the duvet. He was on me in a moment, never bothering to take his trousers down; the buckle of his belt scratched the back of my thighs as he thrust into me. It took him all of four hard strokes before he completely lost himself and poured hot pulses into my cunt with a low growl of relief.

  He gave himself a moment to regain his composure. Once, Neil had confided that the moment he felt least “in-character” during our games was the moment right before orgasm. When he knew he would have to give over to involuntary, natural reactions, rather than in control of
what happened around him. Once he’d pulled himself together, he slipped from my body and asked, “check in?”

  "Yeah, um, my clit is broken," I wheezed, raising one hand.

  "Then let's call it a day, shall we?" he suggested, helping me up and holding me while I got my balance.

  "Are we going back to the house now?" El-Mudad asked. "Or do we have time to shower?"

  "And cuddle?" I asked hopefully.

  "Why don't we fill up the bathtub, turn on the jets—" Neil began.

  "And make out!" I shouted over him.

  "Sophie does still need her spankings," El-Mudad reminded Neil.

  My mouth dropped open in outrage. "Snitch!"

  "We'll just add them to the total she's already run up," Neil said darkly and swatted me on the butt. "That one doesn't count."

  "I should hope not, Sir." I hopped up on my tiptoes to kiss him. "Because that wasn't nearly hard enough."

  Chapter Two

  Having El-Mudad’s daughters living with us required some changes to our routines—and to our property. El-Mudad had paid to have a gorgeous new stable built on the undeveloped northwest corner of our estate so his girls could continue their riding lessons.

  An accomplished polo player, El-Mudad was at ease on a horse and enjoyed taking Olivia for a ride while the girls practiced dressage with their instructor in another paddock.

  I enjoyed not being on a horse at all. I was happy to sit on the grass beyond the fence and watch. Neil and I had brought a blanket to sit on and one to wrap up in. The mid-September weather had been up and down, and though it was a fine, sunny Friday evening, the wind was chilly to those of us not exerting ourselves at sport.

  I tracked El-Mudad’s circle around the paddock, Olivia in the saddle in front of him. Her wispy blonde curls stuck out from her helmet, which made her head adorably twice its size. The setting sun gave El-Mudad’s deep black hair a tint of copper at the edges, and he gave me a smile and a wink as he and Olivia trotted past.

  “Afi! Look at me!” Olivia called out.

  Neil lifted his hand to his mouth to call back, “Wonderful, sweetheart!” He gave me a sideways glance and said, “You’re chewing your bottom lip, darling.”

  I realized I was also playing with the end of my ponytail. I dropped it and pulled more of the soft cashmere throw over my lap. “I’m sorry. He’s doing all sorts of Prince Charming things to me on that horse.”

  “I can ride, too,” Neil reminded me.

  I laughed at the hint of jealousy in his tone. “I know, dear. And you’re very pretty, too.”

  “Not as pretty as him,” he said with a sigh of admiration. “Though I’m not complaining.”

  Rashida emerged from the stable and ran at us full-bore, the tails of her two fishbone braids bouncing behind her. “Neil! Did you see how good my on and back looked?”

  “I did!” he said enthusiastically, though I wasn’t sure if he’d actually seen her practicing so far from us. But I also didn’t know what an “on and back” was, so for all I knew, he could have seen it from space.

  She whipped off her helmet and dove onto the blanket in front of us, staring happily up at the sky. “Thanks for the stable. I missed Cobalt so much.”

  “Well, it was your father who paid for it,” I pointed out.

  “Yeah, but you let us do it. And you’re letting us live here,” she said.

  “We aren’t letting you live here,” Neil corrected her fondly. “We want you to live here.”

  “We love having you live here,” I added.

  Neil glanced over his shoulder and frowned, his body going into hyper-alert mode. There were only two reasons for such a dramatic change in him: dissociation from his PTSD or...

  “Is that Valerie?”

  I craned my neck in the direction of Neil’s gaze. Sure enough, Valerie’s white Porsche pulled up the narrow drive toward the stables. I frowned. “It’s not her weekend, is it?”

  “Ah, damn it.” Neil pushed himself to his feet.

  Rashida sat up and hurried away. She had a real knack for avoiding even a hint of conflict, though it troubled me that we hadn’t hidden the growing animosity between us and Valerie and Laurence.

  “Please clarify your damn it,” I said with a frozen smile as we got up and walked toward the car. It rolled to a stop on the gravel in front of the open stable doors.

  El-Mudad held the reins and swung down from the saddle, letting Olivia stay on the horse’s back as he walked it inside. He looked our way with a grim expression that I hoped Valerie and Laurence wouldn’t see.

  I hoped Laurence wasn’t there, full stop, but when the passenger door opened, my cautious optimism faded, and my hackles immediately raised. Neil took my hand and squeezed it in sympathy and, presumably, as a reminder to hold my temper.

  Not that I needed the reminder as much as he did. Maybe it was for himself.

  I hated that we were locked in such a contentious situation. It wasn’t good for Olivia. Though she might not pick up on it now, she would, eventually; Rashida’s reaction was proof enough of that. And god alone knew what Laurence was filling Olivia’s head with when we were out of earshot.

  Valerie’s expression was tight as she approached, and Laurence almost marched toward us. Neil lifted his unoccupied hand in a casual wave. “Valerie. Laurence. Forgive me. I completely forgot the date.”

  “Easy to do when you don’t work,” Laurence said with a half-hearted attempt at faking a smile.

  Neil tilted his head. “I consider raising a child a job in itself.”

  “A part-time one for you, though,” Laurence replied.

  “Neil’s inability to remember visitation weekends has nothing to do with his current employment status,” Valerie said. It wasn’t a defense but a jab at his involvement in their late daughter’s life.

  We’ve developed a passive-aggressive code to cut each other down, a sure sign that this arrangement is healthy and sustainable.

  I couldn’t take any more. “Why don’t we go to the house. I can get Olivia’s things around in a jiff.”

  “We’ll meet you there,” Valerie said cordially. “Where is Olivia?”

  “She was taking a riding lesson,” Neil said, gesturing behind him.

  “Ah. Good. She’ll smell like a horse, then, when we’re late to dinner with the Tellers,” Valerie responded through clenched teeth.

  Just then, Olivia bolted from the stable, her arms wide. “Grandma!”

  Valerie’s tight smile became genuine. She crouched down for her welcome hug. “Surprise, my darling!”

  “There’s my best girl,” Laurence said. His joy at seeing her faded at the sight of El-Mudad emerging behind her. “I see you still have your houseguests.”

  “We do,” I chirped sweetly. “I hope they stay forever. They’re like family now.”

  Neil’s grip on my hand tightened.

  “I’m sure,” Laurence replied curtly. He turned his attention to Olivia. “What do you say you come with grandma and grandpa for the weekend?”

  “Can we go to the zoo?” Olivia gasped. We rarely took her into the city, so the Central Park Zoo was a treat for her with Valerie.

  “Of course, we can!” Laurence declared. “It must get boring, being stuck out here all the time.”

  Olivia frowned. “I go to school now, grandpa.”

  I wondered if it ate Neil up to hear her call Laurence that. At least, I wondered if it ate him up the way it did me.

  El-Mudad stopped beside Neil and nodded to Laurence and Valerie. “Nice to see you again.”

  “I’m going to spend the weekend!” Olivia said happily.

  “Are you? Well, you’ll have to beat me at memory cards next weekend,” he said with a sad shake of his head. He made as though he would hug her goodbye, but Laurence scooped her up and said, “Why don’t you ride back to the house with us?”

  “We’ll be there in a moment,” Neil told them as they walked back to their car.

  I kept my aching smile fro
zen in place until the Porsche backed out.

  “They don’t have her booster,” Neil observed.

  “I doubt they’ll get into an accident between here and the house,” I said, trying to be the reasonable person in the situation. I glanced over at El-Mudad. “I’m so sorry they treated you that way.”

  He shrugged it off, but I knew it bothered him to see Olivia go without a proper goodbye. “I’ll stay here with the girls, and you can take my hug to Olivia.”

  “I will.” I hopped up on my toes to kiss his cheek before we parted ways.

  “This situation is rapidly becoming untenable,” Neil observed quietly, walking with his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

  “You have to just ignore them. You know this isn’t coming from Valerie.” I hated to defend her; after all, she was a grown woman. She had to see how Laurence’s behavior had changed toward us, didn’t she? What little I’d heard about her love life post-Neil seemed like it had been nothing but turmoil until she’d met Laurence; maybe she felt like she had to go along with his shitty attitude.

  That’s bullshit, I chastised myself. You’ve finally got the chance to dislike her for a legitimate reason, and you’re not going to seize it?

  I shut that part of my brain down. It had taken a long, long time to get over my issues with Valerie. And they had been legitimate. But they were also in the past. The backsliding was killing me.

  “Please, don’t make excuses for her,” Neil said tersely. “Because if I agree, you’ll see it as me defending her, and it will become a huge fight.”

  “Whoa, since when do you get to tell me what I’m going to do?” I stopped in my tracks. “Don’t take out your anger at her out on me.”

  He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s my fault. I forgot the date. And if Valerie had done it, I would have been just as annoyed.”

  “Exactly. The only thing they’re assholes about is our relationship. Which still isn’t great of them. But be mad about the right thing.” I looped my arm through his and leaned my head against him as we walked again. “We need to sit down and have a serious talk with them. The insinuations and barbs aren’t going to solve anything.”