I spanked her until her whole rear end was throbbing red. Until she was crying enough. Until she was begging, pleading, snivelling done, done, please sir, done.
And then, finally, I came to my fucking senses enough to stop.
My palm was smarting like a bastard. Forearm tense enough to ache through my elbow.
Crazy.
I was out of my fucking mind.
But so was she.
“Please,” she whispered all over again. “Please, sir, I want you to take me. Please take me.”
My phone buzzed again, and my sensibilities came piling back.
I was unceremonious as I shoved her from my lap. She landed on the carpet in a heap.
“I want doesn’t fucking get in my world, little girl,” I told her. “On your knees,” I snapped, and she pulled herself to kneeling as I rose to my feet.
My balls would never survive the trip back to the manor. My dick was so fucking hard it hurt as I unbuttoned my trousers and took it in hand.
“Open your mouth,” I grunted, and she opened wide enough that I could see her tonsils.
I worked my cock like a man possessed. A man out of time. A man done with this crazy bullshit for one sorry fucking night.
I hated the noises I made.
Hated the noises her needy little ways had drawn from me.
Hated my desperation.
My hunger.
My own fucking dick for its lack of control.
My cum came in jets, pooling at the back of her throat until she gagged, but still she kept her eyes on mine.
I took hold of her throat the moment I’d finished spurting. My eyes were angry as all hell as she attempted to swallow regardless.
“Don’t you dare gobble that gift down without my permission,” I snapped. “You do what you’re told and not one fucking thing besides. I thought we established that on the beach already.”
She managed a nod and I let her go, my cum still thick in her mouth as I pulled my phone from my pocket.
I cursed aloud as I saw the time, scrolling through the sea of messages with my pulse in my temples.
“Hands,” I barked, and she raised them up to me.
I freed her wrists and raised my collar, fastening my tie back around my neck like a madman.
I should’ve been out of there, cum still in her mouth or not, but even then I dashed for the cash on the dresser.
I held it up to her tear-streaked face.
“This is for you,” I hissed. “Not your sister. Not your sister’s drug habit. Not for any fucking thing other than keeping yourself in condition for our agreement.”
She nodded again.
“If you break my rules you’ll pay dearly,” I told her. “I don’t take fools kindly. Be warned.”
Another nod.
“Straight back to dorms,” I said. “No talking to Rebecca Lane. No talking to any of those beach pricks. No talking to fucking anyone about any of this until I call.”
I didn’t even wait for her nod this time.
“Swallow,” I said, and she did what she was told. She smacked her lips as my seed went down her throat, breaths shallow as she slumped in a heap at my feet.
With that I was done, and I had to be.
I stepped past her without another word, and didn’t look back.Chapter Twenty-FiveBrandonI paid the cab driver far too much to refuse my request to break the speed limit. The car screeched to a halt on the driveway, coming just shy of ploughing into Lance who was racing out to meet me.
I slammed the taxi door and rushed right past him, barking for an update even as he tried to fill me in.
“Eric’s with her,” he told me. “He said he couldn’t make the clients wait any longer. He’s been with her an hour already, and hell she’s fucking screaming.”
“Stupid fucking cunt,” I snarled and stormed into the hallway. The idiots were gathered around the webcam monitors in the office, all of them gormless as fucking turds.
I could hear Annabel’s screams from the stairway. The thwack of the cane was audible through the door well before I’d burst my way in there.
It took every scrap of my restraint to pull the plug on the cameras before I grabbed the son of a bitch by his collar. He dropped the cane in a beat, hands rising to his face as I took a swing at him.
They didn’t make it. My fist connected with his jaw like a hammer blow, once, twice, three times over. I dropped him to the floor and drove my toe into his ribs before I turned my attention to Annabel and headed to her side.
She was fucked. A crisscross of ridges dripping blood down her thighs as she struggled in her bonds.
Her eyes were wild, screams feral as I loosed her shackles. She made to bolt for it, but I held her firm, pulling her tight to my chest in a way that would make me retch under normal circumstances.