14. Corbin #2
Maybe it was just because I’d denied myself all night, which was ridiculous. I couldn’t let Beau have that level of control over me, no matter how easily his words seduced me.
I yanked the zipper on my coveralls down, reached into my boxers, and grasped my dick.
As soon as my fingers closed around my shaft, I knew I wasn’t going to stop. I worked myself with fast, tight strokes. It hurt, but I didn’t care. I needed to come more than I needed to be gentle with myself.
A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. Fuck, what a time for somebody else to need to use the restroom.
Hurrying wouldn’t be a problem, though. This was going to be over in seconds.
“Corbin?” It was Beau.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” My voice sounded way too breathless.
“Open the door, Corbin.”
Shit, was anyone else around who might hear? What would they think of him coming into the bathroom with me? I thought we were trying to stay under the radar.
“I said I’d be out in a minute.” I enunciated clearly making sure my words came through without sounding like I couldn’t breathe.
The lock turned and Beau eased the door open a few inches. He raised his brows as he looked pointedly at my hand wrapped around my cock.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I asked as I fumbled around trying to get my coveralls to zip back up.
“There’s no one else in the building now. I told Sam I needed to have a private word with you.”
“What will she think about that?”
“Absolutely nothing. My people know better than to question me. Loyalty is the first requirement of working here.”
I don’t know how I found the nerve, but I met his gaze and licked my lips as he watched. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me?”
“You’re really pushing it today.”
I sighed. “How’d you know?”
“The way you looked at me, your cheeks were so red, your breath so fast. When you didn’t come back in a few minutes, I knew what you were up to.”
“You’d have been embarrassed as hell if you’d jerked the door open, and I was in here taking a big dump.”
“I can read you better than that.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “This is so fucking ridiculous.”
“What? Me knowing what you’re up to?”
“No. You thinking you can control me.”
He gripped my chin, squeezing tight. “I don’t think I can control you. I know I can.”
“Fuck.”
He smiled at the whispered curse. “Wash your hands and come out here so we can get some more work done. Tonight, you’ll learn the consequences for defying me.”
The rest of the day dragged. Beau held to his word that I was shadowing him for the day. I helped him put new tires on a truck, learned about popping out dents, and watched him assess a car that had come in looking to me like it should be totaled. Beau said he could have it back in perfect shape.
Finally, it was time to go home. All day I’d been anxious to get to this, but now I found myself asking if maybe Beau wanted to stay a little longer and take care of a few more things.
He smiled at me. “You look nervous.”
“You know why.”
“And you knew how to prevent it.”
“But, Beau…” I hated the whiny tone in my voice.
“Go wait in my car.”
I almost protested until I realized it was a big deal that he trusted me to be in his car on my own.
He trusted I wouldn’t hot wire it and drive off.
He trusted I’d be there waiting for him.
I didn’t have to be. I could just leave.
I could have left at any point. I could’ve jerked off last night twice, three times, or however much I wanted, but I hadn’t because I wanted to please him.
All of that had been my choice. I’d enjoyed everything he’d done to me.
He was sexy as hell. I had wanted him to fix Remington’s car because I’d known he would make it look as good as he had.
I didn’t have to agree to any of this, but I wanted it. “Yes, sir.”
Several agonizing moments passed as I waited in his car. I had to force myself to keep my hands folded together in my lap. I wasn’t going to touch anything in his car. He didn’t need more reasons to punish me.
Punish me . What did that mean? Would he spank me?
I shivered at the thought. His big firm hand coming down on my ass… How badly would it hurt? I’d never been spanked before. My mom didn’t believe in it. My dad didn’t believe in contradicting my mom. No one I’d been with as an adult had ever had the nerve to try.
I watched the door of the shop. After what seemed like forever, he opened it and stepped outside. My heart beat harder with each step he took toward me.
When he opened the car door, I realized I was clenching my hands so tight they ached.
“I won’t truly hurt you. You know that, right?”
My first instinct was to snap back and tell him that was obvious since my family would kill him if he did. Being a brat was an easy defense when anyone made me feel unsure.
“Corbin?”
“I… Yeah, I know.”
He laid his hand over mine. “Relax”
“Do you have any idea how fucking horny I am?”
He laughed. “Trust me. It’s only going to get worse.”
“I don’t think…”
He took hold of my chin again, forcing me to face him. “You can handle what I have planned for you.”
“H-how do you know?”
“Because you want this, and you always get what you want.”
I glared at him. “That’s… that’s not fair.”
“It’s not fair to use your own words against you?”
“Not… not when I’m trying.”
“Baby, I want you to fight for what you want. I want you to listen to me, to do what I say, but that doesn’t mean I want you to be docile. That just wouldn’t be you.”
I shook my head. “Um… I guess not.”
“Are you ready to go?”
“No.”
He put the car in reverse. “Good.”
What the fuck was I doing? Was I really going through with this? Was I really going to give in to whatever he wanted?
Yes, I was. I wanted this. More than I’d ever wanted anything, even the chance to have a bigger role within my family. I felt like that was my right, but this was something I wanted for myself.
As I let us into Remington’s house, I couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of what my brother would do if he found out we’d defiled his favorite chair, and God only knew what we were about to do in his guest room. Hopefully something filthy.
Of course, Remy and Henri had probably wrecked every room in the house. Remy couldn’t keep his hands off his man.
“You’re awfully quiet. Don’t tell me you’re that scared.”
“If I was, I might’ve behaved better.”
“Or you might just have convinced yourself I wouldn’t really do anything to you.”
I turned to face him. “What are you going to do?”
“Take me to your bedroom, Corbin. Once we’re there, I want you to strip. When you’re completely naked, I’ll tell you what happens next.”