Chapter Eight
Debts Owed
Kyle
The world around him was muted, as though there was nothing else in it save for the fabulous creamy flesh of the woman strewn over him.
Amy.
The woman he was fixated with, the woman who’d blown up his entire universe, the woman he loved.
He could scarcely remember a time before she was in his life. From the years he watched her from the sidelines to the ones where she’d been his, whatever life had been without her was nothing more than an empty memory.
Lifting his palm, he sent it crashing back down on her vulnerable ass, relishing both the sound of the impact and her frustrated cry.
“Sir, please!” Writhing over him, she clawed at the leather sofa. “Stop this. I just want to talk.”
He glanced at the marks she was making on the expensive seat, focusing his irritation on the succession of fast swats he offered her behind.
“Enough talking!”
Peppering her fine ass with multiple spanks, he wished she’d just surrender and accept her fate, but then that had never really been Amy’s style, had it? She’d only ever succumbed to him by choice when she’d decided it was sexy to cede, but his taking the reins had altered the dynamic. It was time she succumbed to the physicality of her punishment and admitted things had changed between them. She’d broken his trust with her outbursts. The damage was done.
“But—”
Her sentence was cut short by a particularly hard smack in the middle of both cheeks that seemed to steal her breath.
“But nothing,” he growled. “You’ll take what’s coming to you.”
Holding her down, he continued the onslaught, ensuring he used enough force to send the message but not enough to cause her any real harm. As the sound of the spanks echoed around them, though, he had the impression she wasn’t truly receiving what his palm was trying to convey. Her frantic mewls and balling hands suggested that as the pain cascaded, the message made no sense to her. She couldn’t learn a lesson she didn’t understand. The thought was dispiriting, and his palm stilled, pinning her down as she squirmed.
“This is for your own good, little girl.”
It was flagrantly untrue. He rained down swats not only because he hoped she’d slip back into the submissive headspace they both adored but also because he loved spanking her. His swelling cock ached in agreement, longing to be back between her hot, wet folds.
Then I can show her how much I love her.
“That’s bullshit!” she hissed, reaching one hand around to try to prize away his grip on her back. “Nothing about this is good for me.”
“Now, now…” Removing her clasping fingers, he pinned her wrist in place. “I was going to stop, but—”
His sentence was interrupted by the melodic ringtone blasting from the other side of the room. Glancing around, he noticed Amy’s phone on his bedside table, lit up with an incoming call.
“My phone!” she gasped, writhing harder over his thighs.
“Will have to wait.” He squeezed her reddening cheeks, slapping them both in turn and reveling in the ripple that passed along her beautiful skin.
“But, sir!” She was practically hyperventilating. “It might be important!”
“Not more important than your punishment.” His pace sped up as the phone stopped ringing, covering her smooth buttocks in an array of swats that varied in location and intensity.
“Ow, ow, ow!” she squealed, clenching her ass together. “You’re hurting me!”
“Good,” he purred, relishing the rhythm of his hand. “If a little pain is what it takes to bring back my old Amy, then so be it.”
“ Your old Amy?” Rather than calm her, she sounded outraged at his counsel. “I’m the same person. I just don’t like finding out that the man I’ve been fucking is my old land—”
Her rage was splintered by the jarring ring of the device in his pocket, and pausing, he tugged it from his inside pocket.
“It’s Jonah.” He immediately regretted communicating who was calling, but it was too late. Jonah was on the phone and his mother was currently thrashing over Kyle’s lap.
“Jonah?” She froze as if her son could actually see her. “Oh God.”
“I’ll ignore it,” Kyle decided, resting the phone on the arm of the sofa. “I have other matters in hand here.”
He chuckled, swatting the delicious orbs of her ass again. She was a handful, but life with Amy was never dull.
“No!” she shrieked, twisting to catch sight of his device. “It must have been him trying me before. Please… he might be in trouble.”
Again.
She never said the word, but he sensed it was there at the end of her sentence. Somehow, in spite of her best efforts, both of Amy’s sons seemed hellbent on ruining their chances of success, but Kyle liked Jonah. He seemed like a decent young guy. That was why he’d bailed him out and got him off the theft charges.
His gaze slid to the phone, which was still vibrating with the incoming call. “Okay, but only I talk to him.” He patted her ass firmly. “Understood?”
The furrow in her brow deepened. “Why?”
“Do. You. Understand?” He punctuated each word with a fresh slap to her behind. “One peep out of you and I end the call.”
“Yes.” Exasperated, she slumped over him, and with one final swat, he answered Jonah’s call, flicking on the device’s speaker so they could both hear.
“Jonah?” Kyle’s attention flitted from the phone to Amy’s red ass. If only the man on the other end of the line could see what was going on in Brock Hall. What would the young graduate think? “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, hi, William.” Jonah sounded out of breath. “I was about to give up!”
“Yes, sorry.” Kyle laughed. “I had to run for my phone. What’s up?” Something had to be wrong. Jonah hadn’t contacted Kyle since he’d returned to university to take his exams.
“I’ve been trying to reach Mum, but she’s not answering.” Jonah sighed. “Do you happen to know where she is?”
Kyle exchanged a withering stare with Amy, daring her to defy his command. He’d meant what he said—one sound from her and he’d hang up the phone. After all, Jonah wasn’t his son.
“Yeah, she’s been a little tied up for the last day or so.” He clasped her punished skin, fighting the urge to snigger as her legs created scissor-like motions in the air.
“Oh, right.” Jonah sounded unsure how to take the news. “Can I speak to her? I have some news.”
“Ah, she’s sleeping now.” The lie rolled from his tongue as he glowered at his little girl. “Can I take a message?”
“She’s sleeping at this time of day?” Jonah’s bewilderment made him wonder what time it actually was. In the excitement of the last few hours, he’d lost track altogether. “Is she unwell?”
“We’ve been burning the candle at both ends, and she just needs rest,” Kyle assured him. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
“Right...” Jonah hesitated.
“Give me the news,” Kyle demanded. “I’ll make sure she hears it word for word.” On that point, at least, he wasn’t lying.
“Okay.” Apparently, that wasn’t what Jonah wanted to hear, but he carried on regardless, seemingly keen to say whatever was on his mind. “It’s about Seth.”
Amy tensed over him.
“Seth?” Kyle clarified, though, of course, he recalled the arrogant little twerp he’d met at the house in Aspen Way. “Your brother?”
“Yes,” Jonah confirmed.
“Isn’t he in prison?” His eyebrow arched as he met Amy’s gaze, her head shaking as she turned toward the leather.
“He’s been released early.” Jonah pulled in a breath, the noise masking Amy’s gasp that filled the air at the same moment.
“Early?” Kyle reached along her back and tugged sharply at her hair, wrenching her head toward him. Technically, her gasp had been a noise, and he should be ending the call as penance, but Jonah’s news had intrigued him. He wanted to know what had happened to Amy’s eldest and most unruly child. “Why?”
“I don’t know.” Jonah was starting to sound irritated. “I just heard from him. Apparently, he went to Mum’s old place, but of course, she wasn’t there.”
“Right.”
“I think he’d like to see her,” Jonah went on.
Amy twisted over her shoulder, her eyes wide with a hundred questions Kyle wasn’t prepared to answer. Only good girls got answers, and only good girls got to see their sons. Since Amy had definitely not been good, he was giving her nothing.
“Can you ask Mum to call me when she’s awake?” Jonah was still prattling on, but Kyle was hardly listening, his attention drilling into the desperate expression of his lover. “I think she’d like to know about Seth.”
“Of course, I can.” Kyle gave the sweetest answer he could muster. “How are you, Jonah? Are you enjoying life?” Not that he could give a shit, but he wanted to lead the conversation away from Seth. The last thing he needed was another fucking wayward son landing on his doorstep.
“I sure am.”
Kyle heard the smile in Jonah’s voice, and even though Amy’s family could be quite the irritant, he was glad for him. Jonah would only be young once. Kyle wanted him to live while he had the opportunity.
“That’s great.” He patted Amy’s rump as he wrapped up the call. “I’ll make sure to tell Amy you called.”
“Thanks,” Jonah replied. “It will be good to catch up with her. We haven’t spoken in ages.”
Kyle had no intention of allowing her to use the phone to call anyone any time soon.
“Good to speak to you, Jonah.”
“Er, you too, William.”
Kyle cut the call, slipping the device back into his jacket before his focus returned to the woman sprawled over him. She was breathing heavily and had inhaled sharply when Jonah had mentioned Seth, but he gave her credit for the fact she hadn’t tried to make a break for it.
“I can’t believe Seth’s out…” She pulled in a shaky breath. “He’s out there, and he needs me.”
“He’s a grown man who just got out of jail.” His palm rose and swatted her again. “And you appear to be under the impression that your punishment is over.”
“He needs me,” she said again as he sprayed her wonderful backside with fresh strikes.
“I need you.” He gritted his teeth. To behave, ideally.
“It’s not the same.” For the first time since she’d settled, she tried to wriggle free of his grasp, her body writhing over him in an erotic display of struggle. “I need to speak to him, need to go to him.”
“Too bloody right it isn’t.” Amy wasn’t done until he said she was. “You’re mine, and that means you stay here with me.”
“But please!” She thrashed her legs again, sending the ropes flying up and down in the air. “I can’t love a man who treats me like this!”
What?
Releasing her, he pushed her gently from his lap. He scowled at the look of her on her knees.
What was she trying to say? One phone call from Jonah and suddenly she had other priorities? That just because Seth was out of jail, she didn’t have feelings for him?
Kyle had news for her. There was no eject button from the thing they’d started, and he was going to prove it.
“What the hell?” Her large, watery eyes rose to meet his.
“I’ve heard enough.” He rose from the chair, already unfastening his zipper as he wandered behind her kneeling form. “There’s been far too much talk today.”
“I… I don’t understand.” Rubbing the wrist he’d held in the small of her back, she never noticed his enormous erection jutting out behind her or the salacious grin on his face.
“Get up.” He lowered, taking her weight under her arms and pulling her harshly to her feet.
She rose to her full height with a yelp, glancing behind too late to see what he had in mind, but his instruction made things clear.
“I want you now .”