13. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Jacob
That little session in Kendrick’s office took all my self-control and then some. I can’t get enough of the way Quinn looks at me. Like she wants to laser a hole right through my skull.
She probably does after what I did to her. Nowhere in my perfectly constructed training plan was there a section for exposing her like that, and especially not in Kendrick’s bloody office. But fuck me if it wasn’t fun.
Something about making that mouthy little girl shake with rage was an electric shock direct to my cock. I couldn’t decide between dragging her back here right away or making her stand there for hours getting angrier each second.
Now, her eyes are wary. She watches me as I head to the bedroom, extract the key to her cuffs from its spot in my top drawer, and unfasten her wrists and ankles. She rubs her wrists as I wait to see if she remembers what she’s supposed to do.
A few seconds later, I see the moment the realization hits. Her eyes land on the wooden chair, and she runs to it. I stifle a smile. This is supposed to be serious. She doesn’t need to know how much I’m enjoying myself.
She steels herself, and just as she starts to sit, I call out, “Skirt up. Bare arse to the wood.”
A new rule, but I love the way her cheeks turn pink. Humiliating her is almost as good as spanking her, and she more than deserves it. Today, she deserves everything she gets.
She glares at me, a bit of her fire returning. It never stays doused for long. But the fear of being locked to the chair again must still be fresh, as she does as she’s told, lifting the back of her skirt and very carefully lowering herself to the hard wood.
She winces as her arse touches the seat. It must be bloody sore. Her jaw must be aching by now, too. She’s a tough little thing, and she settles her weight on the seat without any tears.
That gag is making a beautiful mess of her face, and the way it stretches her lips is giving me all the ideas under the sun. Christ. My erection is about to tear through my jeans. I crouch beside her and watch, letting her sit until she starts to squirm.
I can’t wait any longer. It’s been over a year since I’ve had a woman, and all the yoga and meditation I’ve done to keep control are crumbling to dust. It’s starting to sink in that Quinn belongs to me. I told her I’d use her as I wanted, and she still picked me. I can put that mouth to work however I choose.
Something holds me back, though. There’s no satisfaction in just shoving myself down her throat. A better idea strikes me, and this time, I don’t hide my smile.
I crouch, looking her in the eyes. “When you behave badly, it reflects onto me. You made me look bad today, and I still need to punish you. Maybe I’ll leave that gag on until tomorrow. What do you think? Take it off just long enough for you to drink and eat, then lock you back in. Seems fair to me.”
She shakes her head, frantic, as I knew she would. “And you can spend a couple of hours strapped to your chair, to give you plenty of time to think. Maybe with a nice big plug stretching that tight little arse of yours. Sound good?”
She’s making noises now, wild whimpers of panic. Watching her, I know how unfair I’m being, but I can’t seem to make myself stop. Putting her through this punishment would be almost as entertaining as the lifeline I’m about to throw her to escape it.
There’s a wild buzz in my head. The cage inside me is rattling. Quinn brings out the worst in me, and I need to keep control, or I’ll break her. My voice croaks when I speak.
“Or you can make it up to me. You can get on your knees, right now, and swallow my cock. Then you get no gag and no chair for the rest of the day. Unless you fuck up again."
She goes very still and silent. Her gaze roams my face, then shoots to the door. Nope. No help is coming, Quinn, you’re stuck with me.
“Stay quiet, and it’s the punishment. If you want my cock, make some noise and let me know. Beg me for it through the gag.”
She’ll hate that. But will her pride force her to choose hours of suffering instead? The scientist in me is keen to know the answer. But the part that’s in charge now just really, really wants those lips around my cock.
She stays silent.
I let it go long enough to be sure it’s a real answer, then shrug as if it’s no big deal. “No problem, love. I’ll get the plug.”
I stand, moving toward the bedroom. Just as I set off, a little noise has me turning back, head cocked. Her eyes are down, her cheeks bright red. She mumbles again, this time a little louder.
Oh, thank fuck. Thank fuck for that.
I don’t let my relief show, though. “Too late.”
I turn back to the bedroom. The loud, desperate mumble she lets out next is music to my ears. I pause again. “What did you say?”
Another mumble. I turn back. “I’ll take the gag off so you can ask me nicely for what you want. Make me believe it, or else it’s back on with the gag.”
She shifts on her seat as I unfasten the gag and let it drop to the ground. She sighs in relief, then scrubs the sleeve of her hoodie over her face and works her jaw.
That’s a good point, actually. That hoodie has to go. “Arms up,” I snap.
She frowns, obviously confused, but complies. I bend, ripping the hoodie off her, followed by the crop top and the bra. This is the last time she’ll wear these. She’s mine now. I want all traces of the outside world gone. She yelps and covers her breasts, but it feels more like an automatic reaction than genuine shyness. She didn’t seem too worried about being naked earlier.
I admire her again. The slim curve of her neck and her lips, all pouty and swollen from the gag. She swallows, and I’m sure she’s thirsty, but that can wait until she’s done what she needs to do. Her hands fall away from her perky little tits, and she stares up at me, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Go ahead,” I prompt, coming to stand right in front of her so she has to crane her head up to look at me. “What were you trying to say?”
The angry light is back in her eyes, and she stiffens her spine as she clears her throat. Then, staring right at me, she barks out, “I want your cock.”
It’s said in the least sexy way possible, as if she’s shouting at a stupid underling at work, not requesting something of the man who owns her. I almost laugh but hold it in. “I’m sorry, what would you like to do?”
There it is again, that amazing little shiver that runs through her whole body. I can almost feel the rage and helplessness that must be causing it. Every part of this girl wants to tear me to shreds right now, but instead, she has to suck my cock. Fuck.
The dark beast deep in my heart roars at the unfairness of it. At the power I have over her. I try to remember why I ever wanted a sweet, submissive girl, but the reasons elude me. This is better. This is so much better.
She gives me the sassy look that is her armor and comes out with the same overly sweet voice she used earlier. “Oh please, let me suck your great and glorious cock, my lord.”
She’s practically begging to be punished.
Enough playing.
I rip down the zip of my jeans, pull my cock free, and take her hair in a firm grip. I’d said I wanted her on her knees, but the punishment chair has her mouth at the perfect height. It’s almost better. The longer she takes to get me off, the longer she has to sit on her poor bruised arse. Extra motivation to do a good job.
I grip my cock in my fist and rub it over her lips but control her head so she can’t get started yet. “Ask me nicely, without that sarcastic fucking attitude. Do it, or you don’t get this, and I punish you instead.”
I don’t even know if I’m capable of pulling back at this point, but it doesn’t matter. She’ll do as she’s fucking told.
Her eyes are wide, pupils blown out like saucers as her eyes track the length of my cock. Christ, I’ll fill up her throat. She locks eyes with me again. Brave girl. Her voice only shakes a little as she spits out, “Please may I suck your cock?”
Said with venom, and I should pull her on it, but I just can’t. I need this so badly my legs are starting to shake. “Since you asked so nicely, you may. Open up.”
She bites her lip one more time, then spreads her lips wide.
I don’t loosen my grip on her hair, using it as a handle to shift her head into just the right position. Then I thrust into her throat. A panicked gurgle comes from her as I fill her right up, working myself in slowly to the hilt. I can see the outline of myself in her straining throat, and fuck, if it isn’t the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.
I hold there until she starts to gag, then pull out, giving her a moment to splutter and breathe. Then I drive back in. There’s no need to be gentle. This is a punishment, so I’ll use her like the little fuck toy she is. I’m not giving her any control over this, not a fraction of ability to move. I hold her tight and force myself into her again and again.
Tears pour from her eyes from the repeated gagging, and I shorten her breaks as I find a rhythm. Just enough for her to take a single, ragged breath, then another few thrusts. Her eyes are wide, and her nose is starting to run.
Christ, I love this.
She’s lucky I’m so worked up and desperate, because usually, I can make things last a long time. Watching her struggle is fucking beautiful. Her eyes are hazy, and I feel the moment she gives in to me and accepts my control.
She breathes when I allow it. My cock goes where I want it to. Her face softens as she relaxes into this, letting me use her.
Sooner than I’d like, though it probably felt like an eternity for Quinn, I feel my orgasm start to build. Where to finish? A difficult decision when there are so many tempting options.
I can’t hold off anymore. I surrender to the pleasure, letting it surge through me, and groan as I shoot straight down her pretty throat. Fuck yes. My knees shake with the force of it, and my vision goes blank as the aftershocks rage along my limbs. Intense doesn’t begin to cover it.
Quinn is spluttering, trying to swallow around my cock. I’m in no hurry to allow it, so I hold her there, smiling down at her. I run my free hand through her sweaty hair.
“See. I told you I’d turn you into a good girl.”