Chapter Twenty
Rattle The Cage
Maximo
I T’S GOING TO be a good day.
After I’d spanked Juliet’s ass the week before, I figured she’d shove a wedge under the door to make sure it didn’t close an inch. It’d been wide open that morning when I’d popped in to taste her mouth and tell her the men and I would be gone until late.
Unfortunately for her, my mind had been on her sweet mouth and I’d left the house without my cell. I’d stopped home between meetings to find her door closed.
I was willing to bet she’d closed it as soon as my car had cleared the driveway.
I opened the door, but she didn’t notice—her headphones were on and her music was cranked so loud, I could hear it. Working at the side of the L-shaped desk, her head was bent over the fabric as she carefully slid pins into place.
I leaned against the jamb and crossed my arms, taking the minute I didn’t have to study her profile.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Her high ponytail bobbed as she mouthed along with the song. A small smile curved her lips.
After a minute, she finally glanced my way before doing a double take. My already thickening cock quickly hardened as her expression morphed from surprise to fear to panic.
“What’re you doing here?” she shouted. I gestured to my ear, and she slid her headphones off before quietly repeating, “What’re you doing here?”
“The more important question is why was the door closed?”
Ballsy girl didn’t try to lie or claim she hadn’t noticed. “I closed it.”
“Why?”
“Ms. Vera’s off for the week, and you said the men were going with you. I didn’t think it mattered since the house is empty.”
“You thought wrong.”
Her face set in the prettiest pout as she muttered, “I know that now.”
“Let’s go, Juliet.”
“Don’t you have a meeting? I don’t want to keep you. We can pencil this in for a later date.”
“And when would that be?”
“February thirty-first?”
Christ, she’s funny.
Even with all the shit Juliet had been through in her life, she was still soft. Still happy. She could’ve justifiably turned bitter and jaded, but she hadn’t. She stayed sweet.
Too bad that didn’t make me lenient. It was the opposite. It made my need to control and keep her even stronger.
“Here or our room?”
She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Our room.”
Dramatic as she was acting, she didn’t put up much of a fight as she followed me into the hall.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think my little dove was just rattling her cage to see if she could get away with it…
Or maybe she wants to receive the punishment as badly as I want to give it.
As we entered the room, her steps slowed. She wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t get why it matters that the door was closed.”
“Because I said so.”
“Yes, but why ?”
I wasn’t used to explaining myself. I said something, it was done.
Simple as that.
But treating Juliet with those same expectations had been a misstep. She wasn’t used to it, and until I had her trust, she wouldn’t blindly obey.
There’d be other orders she’d need to follow without explanation, but the door rule was one I could clarify.
Curling my hand around the side of her neck, I used my thumb to tilt her jaw up. “I want it open so when I’m sitting at my desk, I can see you.”
“But you weren’t even home,” she pointed out.
“And look how long it took you to notice me standing there.” My jaw clenched. “It was dangerous.”
“This place is locked down like Fort Knox. Cole installed that panic button on the wall literally a foot from my desk.”
“If you’ve got the door closed, how would you know you needed to push it until it was too late? And while we’re at it, no wearing headphones when you’re home alone. I’m adding to the rules.”
Surprisingly, she smiled and stepped closer. “The only person after me is a big, angry Daddy who wants to spank my ass.”
Fucking hell, she’s out to kill me.
Gripping that tight ass, I pressed her body flush to mine. “The door stays open and no headphones when I’m gone. Understood?”
She nodded, and her eyes darted to the side to focus on the bench. “Since I didn’t know why you wanted—”
“Nice try, Juliet.” Releasing her, I sat on the bench. “Lower your pants and panties, but keep them around your ankles.” Once she had, I positioned her over my legs. “Ten today.”
“Ten? It was only five—”
“I can make it thirty.” I rubbed my palm over the curve of her ass, pausing and starting again so I could hear her breath catch. Just as she began to relax, I lifted my hand and brought it down on the center of her ass cheek, the sharp sound breaking through the calm silence.
“Ow!” she cried, trying to sit up.
Placing a hand between her shoulders, I held her still as my palm connected again, aiming for the same spot.
She cried out again. “That hurt!”
“That’s the point.” I spread the next seven around before the last landed on the same spot as the first two.
By the time I was done, her pretty pale skin was bright red. My hand went between her thighs to find her just as wet as the day before, if not more.
I stroked two fingers through her slit before slamming them in. Finger fucking her, I moved my other hand from between her shoulders to her hair, gripping her ponytail and turning her head so I could see her.
Blinking up at me with tears in her eyes, her face flushed and damp, Juliet was never more beautiful. Because she was at ease.
Happy.
She’s made for what I give her, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to show her that.
Juliet made a murmur of protest when I slid my fingers free and sat her upright. Unlike the day before when I’d played with her at the bench, I stood and carried her to the bed.
Because her punishment wasn’t over.
Setting her down, I said, “Lie back, feet together, and drop your knees.”
After only a few seconds of hesitation, she did as I said, spreading herself for me.
I undid my belt and slacks, shoving them and my boxers down just enough to free myself. Fisting my cock, I stroked slowly.
Juliet’s eyes heated, her pink tongue darting out to wet her fuckable lips.
I was tempted to make use of those lips, but if I got them wrapped around me, I’d want to take my time.
I started going faster, and her hand moved between her legs.
“No,” I bit out.
Frustration tightened her features. “Why can’t I touch?”
“Because you broke the rules.”
“And you punished me.”
“And now I’m finishing your punishment.”
My intentions set in and her gaze narrowed. “You’re not going to let me come?”
“No.”
“That’s… that’s torture!”
“Trust me, little dove, staring at that pussy and not fucking it is torture for me, too.”
“Then fuck me.” When that didn’t work, she brought out the big guns. Wide green eyes looked up at me and a small, sexy smile curved her lips as she whispered, “Please, Daddy. I need you.”
Jesus fucking Christ, she’s not out to kill me.
I’m already dead.
There was a mistake, and I got sent to heaven with this angel.
And I’ll kill any motherfucker who tries to take her away from me.
“Push your shirt up and free your tits. Then use your fingers to hold your pussy lips open. Do not touch more than that, or I’ll blindfold you so you can’t watch.”
She instantly followed my directions. My gaze alternated between her spread pussy, her tits, and her face. Hers stayed locked on my fist as I rubbed up and down my length—going quicker, squeezing harder.
The pressure built before the first shot of come hit her spread pussy. I aimed my fist just in time for the rest to land on her tits and stomach.
Fists to the bed on either side of her, I hung my head to catch my breath as I stared at my come splashed across her soft skin.
Mine.
Standing upright before my resolve weakened, I tucked my still hard cock away and redid my pants and belt.
“Are you really not going to make me come?” Juliet asked.
“No.” Grabbing her wrists, I pulled her to sit before adjusting her bra and shirt back into place.
Pinching the fabric of her top, she pulled it away from where it clung to the stickiness. “I need to go shower.”
“No,” I repeated. With one last tease of my fingertip through her slit, I tugged her panties and pants up her legs, pausing to help her stand before sliding them over her raw ass.
“I can’t stay like this all day.”
“You will. No showering. No wiping it off.” I gripped her chin and tilted it up. “And no playing. I’ll know if you do. If you follow the rules, I’ll eat your pussy when I get home. If you don’t, I won’t let you come for a week.”
Panic filled her expression and voice. “A week?”
“Or longer.” Lowering my mouth to hers, I kissed her hard, my tongue spearing in to taste her. I forced myself to end the kiss and move away. “I’ve got to go.”
She looked disgruntled and dazed. “You’re actually leaving?”
“I have to, I’m already late.” I walked out to the hallway before turning back. “Remember the rules.”
“I know, I know.”
“Juliet.”
“Maximo,” she mocked.
So distracted by that smart mouth, I nearly left without my phone again.