I hear him laugh behind me as the click, click of his cane bangs on the dock as he follows close behind.
Chapter Sixteen
Nick
“In my study, now,” I order as we walk through the front door and enter the foyer.
“I’m going to bed,” Lyriope spats, not looking at me.
“Now,” I warn.
It’s nice to see that she isn’t stupid. She’s learning because she stops walking, looks over her shoulder at me and waits.
“Study. Now.” I point toward the long hallway that leads to the room.
She crosses her arms and marches to the study without saying another word. I ignore the wet footprints she leaves on the white marble floor, knowing I’m making just as much a mess. It’s unlike me to just leave a mess… in fact, it’s making me itchy, but I need to act now and not concern myself with something my housekeeper will no doubt have cleaned up by the time I’m finished with Lyriope.
“Remove your clothes,” I say as we enter the study and I close the door behind me. “They’re wet.”
“I don’t mind,” she says. “I’ll take a shower and warm up once I go upstairs.” She keeps her arms crossed and gives me a look of impatience.
I release a loud sigh, my own patience wearing thin. “I gave an order, and I expect it followed. We clearly need a reminder of our contract.”
I see her gulp as her eyes dart to the raging fire in the fireplace. I’m happy it’s ablaze because the warmth in the room is already helping dry my own clothing. I choose not to pay attention to how the water drips from our clothes onto the white rug of my study. Or at least I try to, but I want her out of those clothes as quickly as possible.
“Nick—”
She stops speaking as she connects eyes with mine. I like that she’s able to read my thoughts because she quickly lowers her pants and panties, kicking them free. She then lifts her shirt above her head, unfastens her bra, and then stands before me completely nude.
My cock stands at attention at the most beautiful sight in the world. I love that the majority of my office is void of any color. White masters the room, but because it does, the warmth of Lyriope’s flesh and the richness of her hair stand out on the blank canvas. She shines and nothing can pull the attention away from her stunning appearance.
I hook my finger and motion for her to come over to my desk like we had done before. She walks toward me, her eyes downcast, her inner lip pulled between her teeth.
I flip her around and press her down on my desk, her ass facing me. “Reach back and pull your cheeks apart,” I demand, as I unzip my pants, yanking my aching cock from its confinement.
“Wh-what?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I say, fisting my cock at the base, forcing myself to back off. Not from fucking her tight hole… that is definitely going to happen, but I don’t want to blow my load the moment I sink into her ass.
“But… why?” she asks. There is no snark in her tone, simply a bit of confusion.
“You know why,” I say moving closer, loving the way her glance drops to my cock and the flush that instantly suffuses her face.
But what I especially love is the flare of fear… the one mixed with need that fills her eyes. I reach out and stroke a finger down the seam of her ass, watching her body shudder and hearing the soft gasp she can’t contain.
“What did I tell you happens to girls who can’t obey the rules? What did I tell you would happen if you broke the contract?”
“You… you wouldn’t,” she says, and I have to chuckle. “You couldn’t have been serious.”
She’ll learn I most certainly will, and I’m dead serious.
“Answer the question, or we can begin the lesson all over again.”
“No! Please don’t—” Her plea cuts off when I push my finger against her tight hole. “They get fucked,” she practically shouts, her buttocks not softening from their tight clench.
“Fucked where?” I ask, enjoying the battle of wills, knowing exactly who the victor is going to be.
“Oh God,” she says, and yet I can hear her surrender. Her eyes close briefly but then open, her gaze meeting mine. “In… in the ass.”
“Exactly,” I say. “Now, pull your cheeks apart, and show me that tight little hole my cock is going to fuck.”
Her hands are shaking as she reaches back, hovering for a moment as if contemplating refusing the order, yet after a moment, fingers slide into the crack of her ass, and she slowly drags the flesh apart.
“Wider, much wider,” I reprimand. “I want to see every crease of that puckered hole.”
The pink flesh on her ass from my swats earlier are not the only red painting her body. Her face is scarlet as she obeys. Her teeth have caught her bottom lip, soft mewls of distress escaping and yet doing nothing but making my cock twitch.