Chapter 8 A Suitable Punishment
A SUITABLE PUNISHMENT
REN
Cassidy Logan is an enigma.
Because now I don't give a fuck.
Being raised by a strong, independent woman, I don't take too kindly to the idea of men dictating to women what they can and cannot do. So, if this helps prevent Cassidy from having to live a life that she didn't choose, then I have no qualms.
And, of course, I get the team in exchange, so that's an extra bonus.
My mind drifts to a week ago in Jack's conference room.
I knew there was a chance I was pushing her too far, and I was counting on her stubbornness to force her hand.
I was a bit shocked when she told me to eat her pussy right there on the table, forcing me to go balls to the wall with it.
Or, in this particular case, balls to the conference room table.
Not that I'm complaining, I may not be one to offer up control very often, but I can see why some people think it's a nice change from the norm. And it's quite likely I'll try it again, especially in those circumstances where I feel she'll be conflicted.
I also need her to understand that the free use clause goes both ways. From what I've heard from my teammates who have had pregnant wives, it's highly likely that, at some point, once she conceives, she'll be climbing me like a tree at every turn.
My lips curve up in anticipation, but then my reverie is interrupted by a smug voice. "Well, don't you look like the cat got the cream."
My eyes lift to meet the amused gaze of Declan Hughes.
Glancing around, I’m relieved that no one else has joined us on his private jet. And then I sit back in my chair, letting out a long sigh as I nod. "I guess you could say that."
Declan leans closer. "So, you saying this arrangement isn't all business?"
The humor drops from my face and I squint at him. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Dec."
He leans back in his chair and laughs loudly. "Well, let me be the first one to say that look on your face did not scream business to me."
"You shut your fucking mouth," I splutter.
But, in typical Declan fashion, he does not shut his fucking mouth. Instead, he laughs again and then shakes his head. "Don't worry, man. Your secret's safe with me."
"There is no fucking secret."
Declan sobers, but humor still glints in his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as he replies, "That sounds an awful lot like denial."
This time my mouth snaps shut. Arguing with Declan at this point would be stupid; that whole doth protests too much being prevalent in his mind. Then Declan leans over, looking out the window as he says, "I think this might be her."
I glance out and nod and then do a double take as I mutter, "What the fuck?"
Declan glances at me and asks, "What?"
I press my lips together, staring intently as I watch her walking toward the plane. "I did request that she wear skirts and dresses from now on."
Declan raises his brows at me and then leans closer to the window, getting a better look. And then he chuckles as he replies, "Well, I guess she followed your instructions."
Shaking my head, I cross my arms over my chest. "I don't know why she's got to test me like this."
Declan takes a final look out the window, chuckling again as he resumes his earlier position, his humor filled eyes meeting mine. "Well, I can say from experience that if she didn't, you'd lose interest pretty fast."
"I don't know," I respond grumpily. "I think I could handle a little easy compliance at this point."
Declan smiles and says nothing, and I sigh as I wait for Cassidy to join us on the plane. A few moments later she appears in the doorway where she stops, bright sunshine illuminating behind her. She glances around, quickly catching sight of us, and then walks hesitantly down the aisle toward us.
She's wearing the shortest fucking skirt ever created. Obscenely short. So short, she better have ignored my other demand to forget the underwear.
She stops beside me, glancing between me and Declan, and then turning all of her attention on me. I glare up at her. She stands there rather awkwardly for a moment before saying, "What?"
Declan chuckles again, and I give her an incredulous look as I ask, "Seriously? You have to ask me what?"
That faint nervousness dissipates, overtaken by the rebellious spark in her eye. She lifts her shoulder nonchalantly. "Can't say I didn't do what you told me to."
I don't take my eyes off her. "Declan."
Declan hops to attention, immediately turning his chair to face forward. She glances at his sudden movement and then immediately back at me as I ask, "Is that the only instruction you followed?"
She frowns slightly, cocks her head at me. "What other instruction?"
I don't respond with words. Instead, I reach out with both hands, grabbing onto her upper arms, and yanking her forward.
She doesn't have time to brace herself or to work against me as gravity takes over, and she falls face first into my lap.
She remains face down, likely shocked at her new position.
Declan, already rising from his chair, says over her shoulder, "You got 10 minutes,” then books it out the door, taking the flight crew with him.
The door closes with only a sliver of light coming in from where it’s left slightly ajar.
I turn my focus back to Cassidy, who for some reason remains docile across the tops of my thighs.
Knowing she could change her tactics at any moment, I brace one arm across her back, jostling her around so her ass is in the air.
Stroking my fingertips on the back of her thigh, a tremor runs through her, and she gasps as I say, "This must be one of those catch-twenty-twos people refer to when making deals.”
I slide my fingertips up her thigh, stopping right where her leg meets her ass cheek and I lean in and whisper, “Because if you didn't wear underwear with this poor excuse for a skirt, you’d be in big trouble."
I slide my hand up under her skirt, squeezing one round globe before sliding over to the other. My words intermixed with a low husky chuckle as I whisper, “But if you did wear underwear with this poor excuse for a skirt, then you’d also be in trouble."
She freezes, her head craning back to look at me as she whispers, "What are you going to do?"
I don't reply, instead moving my hand from her ass, sliding down, grabbing the bottom of her skirt, pulling it up, revealing the hipster underwear she’s wearing. My body tightens at the sight, my cock now rock hard against her front and I shift slightly, pushing against her.
Quickly, I pull her underwear down, baring her ass to me, and then, without any hesitation I pull my hand back, bringing it down sharply on one side. She jumps, a yelp falling from her lips as I immediately give the other side the same treatment.
Her pale skin instantly starts to redden, and I give each cheek two more slaps in quick succession before surging to my feet, hefting her up and tossing her face first over the table in front of us.
She attempts to push herself up, her hands grappling on the smooth surface. When I press my hand between her shoulder blades forcing her down. "Don't fucking move."
She stops moving. She looks back at me, desire churning inside me at the excitement reflected in her eyes. I push her underwear further down her hips, leaving them mid-thigh while my free hand works to undo my belt and then the fastening and zipper of my jeans.
Pushing my boxers out of the way, I grip my dick squeezing and stroking my hard flesh while my other hand rubs against her pussy, my fingertips dipping inside, a low chuckle falling from my lips at the slickness there.
I move my wet fingers to the tip of my dick, smear the proof of her want along my length, and then I blanket her body, guiding my tip between her legs.
Bracing myself over her, both palms against the table, she falls forward, her cheek pressed against the smooth surface, her eyes half-closed as she moans softly.
I rotate my hips, easing in and out slowly, pushing in deeper as her pussy slicks over my cock, and my pelvis touches her ass. I lower myself so my face is right by her ear as I ask, "Is this what you wanted?"
She shakes her head but says nothing. I pull my hips back, driving in sharply, earning a loud gasp from her.
"I think you did. I think you wore this obscene skirt and broke my no underwear rule on purpose.
You wanted me to spank your ass and fuck this needy pussy because you're desperate for me to fill you up. "
Again, she shakes her head, but she says nothing. I use her silence as a challenge, rutting into her until those soft gasps and moans increase in volume.
Adjusting my stance, I move my hands so one's gripping the back of her head and my other palm is pressed against her mouth. My elbows braced against the table. I fuck her in earnest as I grit out against her, "Don't you dare fucking come. You don't get to come from being a bad girl."
Her eyes fly open, and she attempts to shake her hand in my grip. I move my palm away from her mouth, not wanting to take away her safe word. "You have to be fucking quiet. Do you understand?"
She nods but she doesn't say anything, so I add, "But don't you fucking come. That's your punishment."
I fuck her hard and fast, the sound of our skin slapping together, echoing through the plane as I allow that pure, unadulterated animalistic fucking to take over.
She doesn't tell me to stop, she doesn't use her safe word or give any indication that she wants the scene to end, so I take it.
I pull back one last time, driving forward forcefully, my balls tightening, the sting in my pelvis from smacking against her ass.