37. Punishment
Blake
After Hunter finally leaves, I settle at the conference table and check in with Courtney, Theo, and Peter. It’s a small team, but Taylor’s isn’t as big as some of our customers. We aren’t sure who the mole is, but Courtney is frequently on our implementation teams.
Given her Saturday work coinciding with Madison’s attack, she seems like a likely suspect. But I’m not ruling out Peter. They’re teamed together often, and both their names show up on the files of clients who were contacted and left.
“Any issues?” I ask them.
Courtney raises her blue eyes to me and shakes her head. She was friends with Andrea when the whole thing went down. Though she’s never said anything, we can’t be sure Andrea didn’t tell her everything. I can’t tell if they’re still in contact.
“Nothing yet. Everything is going smoothly.” Theo nods as he leans back in his chair. His dark skin contrasts with his white dress shirt. His hair is in cornrows, and his dark eyes spark with intelligence. He’s one of my top programmers.
Peter turns to look at Courtney before looking at me. His dirty blond hair falls into his eyes. As soon as his brown eyes meet mine, he looks down at his computer. “Everything’s good so far.”
He’s an introvert who works best on his own. But he focuses on his work when the others might get distracted, so even in a team he’s effective.
I grunt as I open my laptop. Madison quietly works next to me. When I called her on that guy, she was a firecracker, ready to burst. My fingers still itch with the need to punish her smart little mouth.
Fuck. I adjust my cock. Thinking about her mouth has me at half-mast. It’s bad enough having her in our office within reach with a lockable office door. But with her right next to me, her soft floral scent invades my thoughts, and the musky smell of her arousal makes me want to drag her back to that empty office and make good use of her mouth.
I shake off my thoughts and focus on the work in front of me, and not how much more effective my work would be if she slid under the table and sucked me off like she did in the apartment. Lunch can’t come soon enough.
Eventually, we all fall into a rhythm. The work slowly takes my mind off the punishment Madison deserves. The clacking of keys is the only sound in the conference room. My phone vibrates and I check out the text.
Seth:
Still on for lunch?
I scan the room and stand to stretch. Courtney glances up with her mouth pinched before returning to work.
Me:
Yes, leaving soon.
Seth:
Good. Anything?
Me:
No.
I wish I had more to tell him. Whoever is scaring away clients is sneaky as fuck about it. If Jason Harper hadn’t told us, we’d still be standing around with our flies open not even realizing someone was costing us customers and profit.
“Madison.” My tone is thick.
She raises her eyes from her screen, still typing while she looks at me.
“Lunch.” Fuck it. I need to get out of here.
Her brows furrow and she glances at her screen, probably noticing we have ten minutes before we’re supposed to leave. Her lips part like she’s going to argue.
“Now.” I let the command slip into my voice and note Courtney’s smug little grin. She probably thinks Madison is in trouble.
Madison doesn’t question me in front of her coworkers. After closing her laptop, she grabs her purse and phone. She doesn’t hesitate to follow me as we wind our way back to the elevator.
Standing slightly behind me as we wait, she shifts on her feet and glances down the hallway a few times. Is she worried about Hunter or someone else? Maybe she’s afraid Derek will join us again. Maybe she’s worried another past lover will want to get back with her.
My fist clenches and I release it. Everyone has a past. I just don’t want hers shoved in my face. When the elevator arrives, I put my hand on the small of her back to guide her inside. I press the button. The doors close before anyone else can get on.
I tip her chin up. “Do everything I say without question. Do you understand me, tiger?”
She licks her lips nervously. “Yes, sir.”
Even though that’s more Seth’s kink, I appreciate the sir from her lips. I’ve toyed with other terms in the past, but master always seemed too formal. While I want someone to serve me and let me use them, I don’t want a mindless consort.
“How many, Madison?” My mind is on the numbers in her phone. Of course, she doesn’t have her old phone anymore. At least not on her.
“How many what?” A little wrinkle forms between her brows.
“Numbers, tiger. The numbers of men you’ve fucked that are in your phone.” My fist clenches again, straining my fingers.
Her eyes narrow. That burst of defiance comes back. The elevator dings its arrival and I step away before the doors open.
We move through the downstairs, and I hold open the door to the outside. The car is waiting for us. Opening the back door, I gesture for her to get in.
She gnaws at her lip for a moment before sliding in. As soon as I get in, I raise the divider. I already texted the driver to take an extra ten minutes to get to the restaurant, preferably stopping at a park and idling.
“Ten.” She sets her purse and phone down on the seat next to her and folds her hands in her lap.
“Undo your pants.” I rub my hands together.
She swallows but unfastens her pants. The car stops, and I can tell the driver put it in park.
“Seat belt off.”
She releases it and turns toward me. “What about your number, Blake?”
I shake my head. “That’s an extra spanking, tiger.” I grip her chin. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
She blows out a breath and her eyes narrow at me. Her soft lips press together in a line.
“Pull your pants down and lie across my lap.”
Her gaze darts around us, suddenly aware of where we are. No one can see in, but there are people walking around the park, especially since it’s almost lunchtime.
“Now.” I snap my fingers.
She jerks her pants off and drapes them on the seat, leaving her thong panties on, and lies across my lap.
I tsk her as my fingers trail over her bare ass cheeks. “Such a defiant little mood you’re having today. Did Noah let you have control, love? Did you ride him until he came inside your greedy little cunt?”
“No, they took what they wanted. They fucked my pussy together. Both of them deep inside my pussy, filling me so full.”
Fuck. My dick hardens painfully at the thought. I’ll need to ask them to repeat that for our viewing pleasure.
“Did it feel thicker than me?” I tease my finger along the thong riding down between her legs.
“It felt... different.” She struggles to find the words.
I slide my finger beneath her panties. She’s already soaking wet for me. I sink my finger into her slick cunt. She gasps.
“Are you sore?”
“No, sir.”
“Good, because I want to make you ache.” I slip my finger out of her and bring my hand down on her round ass. “Count.”
“One.”
“Did you enjoy fucking those other men?” I shove my fingers beneath her panties and thrust them inside her.
She cries out softly. “At the time?—?”
I spank her with my other hand, cutting her off.
“Two.”
“What’s the answer, love?”
I thrust my fingers in and out of her. She tenses on my lap as her breathing becomes erratic and her pussy begins to pulse. I pause.
“Did you enjoy fucking those other men?”
Her pussy tightens around my fingers. I bring my hand down on her other ass cheek twice.
“Three. Four.”
“Answer me.” I shove my fingers deeper inside her, holding them still. She draws in a breath.
“I didn’t know anything different,” she bites out.
I bring my hand down and spank her two more times.
“Five. Six.” Her words are breathless.
I fuck her hard and fast with my fingers, shuttling in and out of her cunt. The wet noises as her pussy clings to my fingers fill the car. She tenses around me, about to come. I jerk them out of her, denying her her orgasm.
I swat her three more times, and she lets out a groan of aching need.
“Seven. Eight. Nine.”
“And now, love?” I bite out. I’m so fucking hard I’m going to come in my pants if I can’t get inside her soon.
“Fuck me, please,” she cries as she squirms on my lap, searching for friction. “I need you to fuck me, Blake.”
I bring my hand down on her ass two more times.
“Ten. Eleven,” she whimpers.
“Answer me.” I undo my belt and pull my cock out, stroking it while staring at her reddened ass.
“They’re nothing compared to you guys. They were never more than stress relief.” She whimpers as I stroke her red, hot flesh. “Please. I need you.”
I pull her upright to straddle my lap, slide her panties to the side, and bring her wet, needy cunt down on my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out as she takes me in fully.
“You belong to us now, love.” I grab her hips and punch up into her tight cunt. “We’re the only ones who can fuck you.”
“Yes, please fuck me.” Her fingers dig into my hair as she lifts and falls over me. I punctuate each fall with a thrust of my hips.
“Who owns you?” I ask, trying to hold back my orgasm, needing her to come first. Her darkened eyes meet mine as she rides me.
“You do.” She pants as she fucks my cock.
“Who gets to fuck you?”
“You. Fuck me, Blake.”
I press on her clit and she shatters all around me. She cries out. I bite off the groan that fills me as her cunt tightens and convulses around my cock, trying to draw me in. I lift her off me, set her on the seat beside me, and grab her hair to drag her mouth down. I thrust my cock into her mouth and she sucks on me eagerly.
“Do you taste that, tiger? Do you taste your cum all over my cock?”
She makes an affirmative noise that vibrates through my tight balls.
“Take it all. Take me deep.”
She pushes down as far as she can go on me and swallows. It’s all I need. I come hard down her throat, groaning at the release. I lean over her as she swallows my cum and fuck her pussy hard and fast with my fingers.
She moans as she comes all over my hand. Lifting her head off my cock, I take her mouth, tasting both of us mixed together on her tongue. Resting my forehead against hers, I take in her blue eyes as her harsh breaths mingle with mine.
“Never forget who you belong to.”