20. Ethan
Cassidy isn’t weak, but she’s punching well above her weight. As much as she struggles and curses, she doesn’t stand a chance to peel my fingers off her hips. She must realize what’s about to happen, because suddenly she stops fighting and starts begging.
“No, please, don’t! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” When I don’t release her, she shrieks, “Help!”
Ah, now she’s getting into it. I wasn’t sure about the whole maid bit. Never been a kink of mine, and I have many, but I can always get behind a good old damsel in distress.
“Do you honestly expect someone to barge through the door to rescue you?” I ask through a dark chuckle. “Come on, Cassidy. You’re not stupid.”
“Let go!” She batters her hands against mine, and scratches her nails down my arm, raising blood. “Help! Someone, please, help!”
“You’re only making this worse for yourself.”
“Fuck you!” She kicks at me, her teeth flashing white as she snarls.
“One more foul word out of that mouth, and you’re getting the belt again.”
I turn, angling her toward the round, two-seater table positioned against one of the large windows looking out on the Glenmont grounds. It gets the most glorious light in the morning, but right now it looks out on a dark and moodily lit lawn.
When I sit down, still holding Cassidy around the waist, she stares at me with owlish green eyes, and puffs at a hair hanging in her face.
Before she can resist, I pull her down on my lap, flat on her stomach, and wedge her legs between mine, her ass plumped out and ready for punishment.
Her gasp cuts off when I drag up her skirt. Are these the same leggings she arrived in? There’s a dark smudge on the side of the fabric, as if she brushed against something dusty while she was cleaning. She didn’t have a suitcase with her. Did they not tell her to bring spare clothes with her?
I rub a hand over her ass as I ponder, but I barely warm her flesh before she’s battering my legs with her fists.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” she yells, struggling furiously between my strong thighs.
She yanks down her skirt again.
“Ten,” I say in a calm voice.
She lets out a fierce pant. “Ten what?”
“Fifteen.”
No, Cassidy isn’t stupid. She pushes herself up from the grip she has on my pants, her back arching in a glorious curve as she carefully considers her options.
Luminous green eyes filled with rage glare at me. “I’m sorry,” she says and, to her credit, she almost sounds as if she means it. “Really. I am. I was rude.”
“I’m glad we can agree on something.” With our eyes still locked, I drag her leggings over her curvy ass.
There’s a desperate gleam in her eyes now. “No, please. Don’t do this. It still hurts from yesterday. Please, Mr. Remington, please. I won’t—” She cuts off as her leggings descend to mid-thigh. “I’ll be good.” The last is a tremulous whisper that sends a pump of blood into my cock. It hardens, poking up against the fabric of my slacks and digging into Cassidy’s belly, where she’s molded over my thigh.
The look of disbelief in her eyes is priceless.
I grab her chin, squeezing softly. “Twenty.”
She pulls her lip into her mouth, tiny dimples forming in her chin as she works at that tender flesh. I dig my thumb into the divot under her bottom lip, forcing her to let go.
“Please don’t,” she whispers.
“Twenty-five.”
Thumping her fists into my thighs, she wrenches her face out of my grip and drops her weight onto my knee with a sullen, “Ugh!”
I almost add another five to her sentence, but I recognize submission when I see it. Even reluctant, petulant submission.
She grabs onto the ankle of my pants, twisting her hands until it goes tight. “Fine,” she pushes out through clenched. “Do your worst, you fucking monster.”
I ignore her remark, too fixated on the swirls of yellow and purple bruises covering her ass to be bothered with her feeble attempts at getting a rise out of me.
Then again, the sight of her plump cheeks covered with belt marks… that gets a rise out of me. She shifts, as if the fact that my cock’s digging into her stomach is disturbing her.
She doesn’t know what it’s doing to me. What she’s doing to me.
My mind is on fire.
I should have walked past when I heard her talking in the library, but my curiosity got the better of me. But hearing her bitter words—and spoken to her father, no less—made me realize just how much of an education little Cassidy needs. Then she started speaking about Rebecca disappearing, and I couldn’t help but shut down.
It brought back too many harrowing memories.
I grab her ass and squeeze, earning a tiny whimper from the girl draped over my lap. But when I massage her lush flesh, she sighs, her body goes limp.
My first slap catches her unaware. She squawks, digging her nails into my ankle where she’s holding on. But I don’t give her time to settle into the pain.
I won’t be able to last twenty-five counts, despite wanting to draw out her punishment as long as possible. My balls are aching, my cock straining to be let out of my pants. If I don’t get this over with, I’ll be coming in my fucking underwear like a teenager.
And I refuse to lose control again.
So I slap my palm onto her curvy little ass, counting each blow as my breath huffs out of me. I’m mesmerized by the jiggle of her flesh, how her skin turns bright red in response. Even her bruises become darker.
She takes the first round of slaps with petulant silence, but after fifteen of them, she’s writhing around on my leg like a hooked fish. “Stop, Mr. Remington, please!”
I don’t.
Her pleas turn into enraged howls that eventually fade into a sullen “Uh,” every time my hand meets her flesh.
I lose myself in the rhythm of her punishment. By twenty, my hand is hot and stinging. She’s still holding onto my pants, but not nearly as tight as before. I shake out my hand, using my other to grab a handful of her ass and squeeze. She mumbles something incoherent that might have been a curse and then goes still.
As I shift in my seat, about to grab her hips and help her to her feet, I notice the big wet spot on the inside of my right thigh.
I move my leg to check, careful not to let Cassidy slide off my thigh and end up on the floor. My pants are drenched… and when I grab her ass cheeks and ease them apart, I see why.
Her pussy is dripping, those juices glistening down the inside of her legs.
My voice is gravelly, barely human. “Did you enjoy that, Cassidy?”
“Of course not, you sadistic prick.”
“Then what’s this?” My heart thuds against my ribs as I crook my finger and run my knuckle through her slick folds.
She goes rigid, her gasp pulling her up from where she was hanging limply over my leg. “Stop!”
“You’re a liar,” I murmur, grabbing a fistful of her hair and wrenching her head back so she’s forced to look at me. Her eyelashes flutter as I drag my knuckle over her dripping pussy again.
“And you’re delusional.”
My lip twitches, but I force myself not to smile. This fucking spoiled brat of a girl is pressing every fucking button I have.
“Then what’s this?” I ask, showing her the wetness coating my knuckle.
Her lips tremble until she tightens them into a line, refusing to speak.
“Answer me.”
Her jaw clenches.
I press my finger against her lips. She tries to move away, but I keep her in place with the grip in her hair, forcing her lips open the harder I press my knuckle against her mouth. I smear her arousal across her lips as she splutters and complains like a fucking drama queen.
“Let’s try this again. Do you enjoy me punishing you, toy?”
Her entire body quivers in my grip as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth again. There’s war waging in her eyes as she scans my face. I shake my head and drag my finger up her dripping pussy again. She holds her ground until my knuckle trails up higher, until I push it between her ass cheeks.
Her eyes widen with shock. She blurts out a frantic, “Yes! Okay? I like it. Is that what you want to hear, you demented creep?”
“Are you calling me names again?”
She bares her teeth. “Yes. Sorry.”
I pull back on her hair, forcing her to arch even more, and drag her leggings and panties to her knees, her calves, and off her legs entirely.
“I was expecting a maid, and you weren’t expecting to clean this house. Neither of us want this, but we’re stuck with each other until the end of the week.”
She keeps perfectly still as I undress her, only her chest rising and falling with her fast, shallow breath. I slide my fingers between her thighs, my eyes locked with hers as I slowly widen her legs.
“But this behavior of yours isn’t making it easier on either of us.”
Balanced on my thigh like this, she’s a few inches too short for her knees to reach the floor, but she keeps some of her weight on her toes. When her legs are open wide enough, I run my fingers up her pussy, teasing her warm, wet cunt with a delicate touch.
“Are you going to behave yourself?”
She groans and bucks against my hand, giving her lips a quick lick. “Maybe,” she murmurs.
My hand connects to her pussy with a wet thwack.
She gasps, a shudder chasing through her body.
Christ, my cock is ready to tear through my fucking pants. I twist my hand in her hair, earning a whimper, and give her cunt another hard slap.
“Will you behave yourself?”
“Yes!”
Slap.
“You’re lying, toy.”
“Oh, God,” she groans, pushing into my cupped palm when I grab her between the legs.
“Tell me you’ll behave yourself,” I grate out, giving her another slap. “If I believe you, I’ll finger this wet little pussy until you cream yourself all over my hand.”
“I’ll behave! I promise!” she yells through a frustrated sob.
I press two fingers against her clit, toying with the engorged nub of tender flesh. Her gasp of pleasure has my cock weeping, but I try to ignore the intense pressure building at the base of my spine and instead focus entirely on Cassidy’s expression as I massage her clit.
Her jaw slackens. She pushes open her legs even wider, moaning as she tries to press against my fingers.
That’s when I slide my thumb hard down her folds. She gasps when I press against her entrance, and flounders with a breathy, “Fuck,” as I massage her slick pussy.
“Please,” she begs, her fingers digging into my thigh as she pushes up. Her thighs open shamelessly wide, and I groan as her pussy swallows the tip of my thumb with wet, greedy lips.
Keeping pressure on her clit, I push my thumb deeper inside her, my breath catching.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I murmur, gazing at her as I move my finger in and out of her pussy.
Her mouth falls open, her shoulders shrugging as she rocks against my thumb. She looks lost to the world until I pull on her hair, forcing her to arch. Her eyes flutter open, and she stares shyly at me through her lashes.
I’ve never seen a more haunting display of euphoria. Mouth wide, lips glistening, eyes hooded with lust, Cassidy fucks my hand with slow, firm thrusts.
Christ, how I wish she was riding my cock instead. Releasing her hair, I trail my hands down the front of her body, grabbing so roughly at her tit that she cries out with pain.
She moves her weight to one hand and grabs my shaft with the other, gripping me painfully tight through my slacks.
A groan shudders out of me at her touch, and she pushes harder into my hand. I shove two fingers inside her, my body tensing with pleasure when she moans. Her thighs clamp closed, and she starts squirming between my legs like she’s seconds away from coming.
“Hold still and open those legs of yours,” I command.
She obeys me instantly, parting her thighs and keeping herself perfectly poised as she waits for me to finger her.
I give her breast another rough squeeze as I shove my fingers knuckle deep inside her clenching pussy. Other than a gasp, she doesn’t move.
“Good girl,” I murmur, pulling my fingers out of her before thrusting them back in. “Do you like it when I do this?”
Her jaw clenches stubbornly before she breathes out a petulant, “Yes.”
I pull my fingers out, just the tips touching her wet lips. “Yes, what?”
She throws me a startled look, her jade eyes scanning my face before settling on my mouth. “Sir?”
I bite back a groan, keeping my face neutral as I thrust my fingers deep inside her again.
“And this?” I slide my thumb up between her ass cheeks, gliding over her tight hole.
“No!” She tries to move away from my finger, but when I bring down my other hand in a stinging slap, she stops.
“You’re lying.” I stroke her asshole with my thumb, still slick from being buried in her wet pussy. “This feels good, doesn’t it?”
I would have accepted her groan if she hadn’t just lied to me.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “It feels fucking good, okay?”
“Watch your mouth,” I growl, pressing my thumb against that tight circle of muscle. “I could make this hurt if I wanted.”
She lets out a little whimper, biting down on her lower lip. “Sorry.”
“Sorry, what?”
“Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
My cock throbs angrily against her hand. When I shove my fingers deep into her pussy again, keeping a hard pressure on her asshole, she gives me a painful squeeze.
Again and again.
I fuck her pussy roughly with my fingers, feeling her stretch to accommodate me, all the while my thumb keeps a steady pressure on her asshole.
When I dig my hand between us and touch her clit, she goes rigid. “Fuck!”
“Do you think you’ve been good enough to come, toy?” I ask her quietly.
“Yes, please, Sir. I have. Oh, God.” She bucks against my hand, and I pull my fingers away, tutting her.
“Bad girl. I told you not to move.”
She whimpers, sending a sulky scowl my way. “I’m trying, Sir.”
That gets her a ringing slap to her clit. She sways, looking about to pass out, so I shove my fingers into her pussy again to rouse her. I pulse my thumb against her asshole, keeping a perfect rhythm with my fingers.
“Yes, yes! Oh, fuck…”
Her body tightens between my thighs. I sink the tip of my thumb into her ass, and she lets out a wordless, breathy yell of pure bliss. She grips my cock so tight I almost come in my pants as she shudders through a violent orgasm.
She creams my hand, her pussy making a wet smacking sound as she bucks against me.
My cock throbs angrily, my body as tense as hers as I fight the urge to come.
Cassidy turns to look at me with glazed, confused eyes.
I stroke my free hand down her chestnut hair. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you, my little toy?”
Her parted lips are begging for a kiss. I lean closer, our mouths less than an inch apart. Her eyes fill my world, gleaming with unshed tears as she blinks slowly at me.
My entire body is humming the need to fuck her. I so desperately want to sink my cock inside her, to claim her as mine, but her mouth is pleading for me to claim it.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, can barely move.
“Do you believe me now?” she whispers. “That I’ll behave?”
Jesus, that breathy voice nearly sends me over the edge. I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. It’s an awful punishment, being this close to her lips and not kissing her, but it’ll change everything.
And all I want—all I’ve ever wanted—was for everything to stay exactly the same.
“I want to.”
The oven timer goes off with a shrill beep.
The spell breaks.
Cassidy pushes away from me, blinking like she’s coming out of a trance. She scrambles up, yanking her underwear and leggings back into place, her cheeks flushing scarlet. But it’s not embarrassment or lust… it’s fury.
She rushes over to the stove and busies herself taking the lasagna out of the oven.
Cassidy sets the casserole dish down on the granite countertop, glancing back at me as she takes off the oven mitts. When our gazes lock, she reaches back absently for the dish, hissing when her bare hand touches the scorching ceramic.
“Careful!” I step toward her, but she backs up like a cornered animal. “Here, let me help you.”
“I don’t need your help,” she snaps, turning her back on me to open the freezer side of the fridge. “I don’t need you.”
The last is a furious whisper that sounds more like a curse.
“True. You’re perfectly capable of injuring yourself all by yourself.” Such petty words, but I haven’t felt this agitated, frustrated… and confused in a long time.
“Help yourself, Sir,” she says stiffly, her back still turned as she cocks her head toward the cooling lasagna. She’s pressing a bag of frozen peas against her scalded flesh. “It’s your house. I just work here.”
Chestnut waves cascade down her back, shifting as she glances at me from the corner of her eyes. It’s like a switch went off. One minute she was panting as I brought her to orgasm, now she’s glaring at me like she’s trying to set my hair on fire through thought alone.
“I’m not hungry anymore,” I say before storming out of the kitchen.
Now I’m the one behaving like a grump. A bratty submissive is one thing…Cassidy is something else entirely.
I slip my phone out of my pocket and call Myles. He doesn’t answer, and I’m not in the mood to speak to Smith or Richmond, so I text him instead.
You fucking bastard.
Your GIFT arrived.
What the hell were you thinking?
I don’t have time for this shit.
I’m sending her back as soon as the open house is done.