Chapter 27
Casey
Iwake up and decide I’m not going to let Senesi control my life.
Even if he nearly stabbed me in the back yesterday.
I get dressed, put on my favorite work outfit, this cute little skirt and sweater combo, and I convince one of the Whelan guards to drive me to the office.
I’m afraid the whole way, but I keep it together. If I’m going to have a life, I have to find a way to master this terror.
But it’s like there’s a hole in me now, and Senesi’s peering up from the bottom with a wicked smile and a gleaming blade.
Waiting to cut my throat.
I slump down at my desk and feel strangely safe. I boot up my computer and get myself settled for another boring day doing nothing.
I’m not sure where Declan’s at.
We had sex in the bath. And then we had sex in my bed. I fell asleep at some point and he was gone when I got up to pee in the middle of the night. Probably back to his room.
I like that he’s trying to respect my boundaries, but the bed felt cold and empty after that.
Now I’m stuck wondering what he’s doing.
I know this transition into leadership isn’t easy.
There are a lot of different factions he’s trying to juggle.
I talked about it a little with Siobhan and she made it clear that the Whelan Clan is a lot more than their core little family.
There are dozens of different gangs and affiliated organizations all folded underneath their umbrella.
Padraig Whelan kept it all going. And now it’s up to Declan to make sure it stays patched together.
“Ms. Brennan. You’re twenty minutes late.”
I whip my head around and stare. My heart’s hammering in my chest as Declan watches me from the door of his office, his face cold and hard. He’s the epitome of Boss Bastard again.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Whelan. I didn’t know you’d be here today.”
“What does my schedule have to do with you being on time?” His frown deepens as he turns away. “My office. Right now.”
I get up, feeling strangely afraid. I mean, Declan isn’t Boss Bastard anymore, right? Our relationship is a lot different now than it used to be.
I don’t have to be terrified of him anymore.
So what if he yells at me?
I’ll yell right back.
But I feel small all over again as I close the door behind me and face him. He’s standing behind his desk and peering out the windows as the city wakes around us. His expression is tense and drawn, and a candle of worry flickers to life in my chest.
“From now on, you will accompany me to all of my meetings. I expect you to be in the office, at your desk, at eight sharp every morning. There will likely be some late nights in the future. Do you understand?”
“That’s fine, Declan, but—”
He stares at me. “What did you just call me?”
My heart rate doubles. “I’m sorry, Mr. Whelan.”
“You’ll call me sir today.” He turns stiffly. Is this how it’ll be? Is he trying to put everything back in that sex-toy box? Maybe he thinks if we revert to the way we used to be, everything will be okay.
My mouth waters with excitement. “Yes, sir. Whatever you need.”
“Very good.” He steps closer, head tilted to the side, eyes roaming down my body. They linger on my skirt. “What are you wearing?”
I shrug and squirm a little under his gaze. “It’s nothing special. You’ve seen me in this a dozen times.”
“You’re right. I have. And each time I’ve always thought it was a little… bit… too… short.” He looms over me. His jaw works. “You’ve really disappointed me already this morning, Ms. Brennan.”
“Shouldn’t you be calling me Mrs. Whelan?”
His eyes flash and I can’t tell if I’ve pissed him off or excited him. “That’s right… Mrs. Whelan.” He walks around me slowly. “Step closer to my desk.”
“For what?”
“Do as I say.”
“Yes, sir.” I move forward, heart racing up into my throat.
“Palms flat. Lean forward.”
I hesitate. “Like this?” I put my hands down on the top of his desk, pushing some paper aside to do it.
“Good girl.” He comes closer. “Legs spread. Look at that inappropriate skirt. The way it slides up your ass.”
“Yes… yes, sir.” Excitement burns into my core. “Are you punishing me for being late, sir?”
“That’s right, Mrs. Whelan.” He kicks my legs wider and grips my hair. I gasp in alarm. His mouth finds my neck. “And for wearing such a slutty skirt.”
“Shit,” I whimper as he yanks the hem up over my ass. He grips the top of my tights and yanks them down, exposing my panties. “What… what do you want me to do, sir?”
“I want you to come for me. But not until I say you’re allowed. That’s what I want, Mrs. Whelan.”
“Oh, god—” He spanks me hard. I gasp in alarm as he grips my hair and pulls my chin up into the air. He spanks me again and again before his fingers stroke along my seam over my panties, sending a burst of pleasure into my core to mix with the pain.
“You think that just because you’re my wife, you don’t have to follow my rules anymore. But so long as you’re still my employee, Mrs. Whelan, you will obey. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir!” I gasp, mouth hanging open, as he spanks me again. But this time, he yanks my panties down and palms my pussy, stroking me up and down. I moan, eyes rolling back. “Oh, fuck… sir… that feels good.”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion, Mrs. Whelan. Control yourself.” He sinks his fingers inside me.
My knees tremble as bliss hammers into my core. “Yes… sir… I’ll try, sir.”
“Such a little slut for me,” he murmurs, stroking his fingers in and out. “You were made for this, weren’t you, Mrs. Whelan? You were built to get fucked and spanked in my office.”
“Yes… yes, sir. Whatever you need, sir.”
He steps back. I look over my shoulder as he unbuckles his belt. My heart hammers in my chest as he takes off his pants, kicks them aside, and slips his hard cock from his boxer briefs. Slowly, he strokes himself, staring at me.
“Don’t move.” He steps closer. “Can you obey, Mrs. Whelan? Can you still follow orders?”
“Yes, sir.” I stay very still, blood pumping straight to my pussy and right into my skull.
“That’s a good girl.” He grips my hips and steps up close. “Now, ask me very respectfully to fill your dripping wet pussy.”
“Sir… please… fuck me.”
“That’s not very respectfully, Mrs. Whelan.” He slaps my ass and grips my hair tighter. “Try again.”
I yelp and moan. “Sir… please… fill my dripping wet pussy.”
“Better.” His tip teases me up and down. “Much better.”
Then he sinks in to the hilt.
Fuck, it feels so good. I didn’t expect this today, which only makes it so much better. He fills me to the brim and I collapse forward onto his desk, spilling some pens and clattering his keyboard sideways as he fucks me.
“Look at you… filthy fucking girl… taking your boss’s big cock in his office…” He slams into my pussy, fucking me wildly. “You walk around like such a proper girl, but when I’m inside you… you’re a little slut.”
“Oh, god, yes, I’m your fucking slut.”
“You’re my slut, sir.”
“Sir!” He spanks my ass and fucks me harder. “Oh, god, yes!”
“You want to come for me, don’t you, Mrs. Whelan?”
“Please, I need it, god, I need it.”
“You want to come in my office, you dirty girl? You think you’ve earned that?”
“I work hard! Sir!”
“That’s right, Mrs. Whelan, you deserve to make a mess of my fucking cock.”
His filthy words trigger me. I can’t stop myself as I shatter for him.
I come hard as he fills me over and over, pumping deep as the explosion ruins me.
I’m a mess when he pulls out and pushes me to my knees, but not so much that I can’t take his dick in my mouth and suck him until he finishes on my tongue.
I lap him up as he admires me.
“Make sure you clean everything nice and tidy,” he says lovingly. “We have work to do.”
“Yes, sir.” I lick his thick shaft and smile. “Yes, we do.”