“Good.” I raised my chin and smiled. “Then you get extra treats tonight. I can try and give you a lap dance? Can’t promise I won’t look like an elephant walking on a tightrope, though. I’m an artist, not a dancer.”
He laughed and the sound was perfect in the otherwise-quiet room. “I don’t need you to dance for me. But I do need you to sit over there.” He pointed toward the couch against the wall, and I frowned.
“Why? Are you going to fuck me there?” I slid my hands over his chest again, down his expensive suit. He had too many clothes on and I wanted him out of them and showing me his freckled, pale skin. I wanted to touch his pink nipples and suck kisses down his hard abs until I had his cock in my mouth.
“No.” His smirk was dangerous, a hint of mischief lurking under the wickedness. “I realized I never punished you for looking through my things.”
My jaw dropped. “You spanked me.”
He snorted and slapped me on the ass, and I shivered. “It’s not punishment if you enjoy it too much.”
I pouted and laid a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “You don’t want to do that. You want to fuck me. Aren’t I pretty like this? Dressed up in the nice underwear you bought me and all this expensive jewelry. I’m yours.”
Another slap to my asscheek, but this time it was harder and stung more. “Couch. Now.” He raised his brows, daring me to argue, and as much as the brat inside me wanted to, I needed his cock. The only way that was going to happen was if I did what he told me to do.
Sighing, I stood from his lap, making sure to drag my ass over his hard dick for good measure before sashaying my way over to the couch and throwing him a pursed-lipped expression over my shoulder.
“Sit there and pull out your cock,” he said, the Texan drawl deep and lust-filled. “But don’t touch it after you pull it out.”
I dropped onto the couch and frowned. Keeping my mouth shut, I reached down to push my underwear south, tugging out my dick so it bounced hard against my lower stomach where it left a drop of precum behind. I sat back against the couch, waiting.
“You’re a good little mouse.” He rolled his chair closer to the desk and shuffled his papers. “Now, I’m going to finish off my work, and you’re going to sit there and not touch yourself. If I... occasionally mention what I want to do to you, under no circumstances may you touch your cock. Am I clear?”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he gave me a look that didn’t need any words. It was dangerous and promised more punishment if I misbehaved, and my dick jerked. Swallowing, I nodded.
He smirked and grabbed the fountain pen on his desk. “If you stay a good boy, I’m going to grab you and fuck you over my desk.”
A shiver swept through me and I inched my hand closer to my dick, testing him. He pointed the pen at me, eyebrows raised, and I sighed, dropping my hand on the couch beside my thigh.
“I object to this,” I said with a mock glare. “I got all prettied up for you and this is how you treat me?”
“Maybe you’ll think twice next time before you go through my stuff.” He grinned and went back to work.
I sat there as he wrote on his papers before glancing at and typing on his laptop. For a good ten minutes he ignored me, but my cock stayed hard. All I had to do was stare at him and I would keep my boner. I never realized what kind of man I’d married before. I knew he was hot, but it took me losing him to realize that he was the entire fucking package. Strict but strong. Fuckable with his perfect freckled skin and muscles, a great dick to spread me open with, and the dominance to hold me down as he drilled into me. He stood up to my dad and defended me. All the things I imagined my husband being. Why had I been so blind before? Maybe because I was sold off like a whore.
But this was a new beginning.Ourbeginning. My dad had nothing to do with it, and the new board Alton had set up ran my business the way it should have all along. Alton had put Mason in charge, and it worked. Mason made the Divine Conglomerate soar, and Athena helped him after school. Alton had fixed the mess Dad made.
“Are you thinking about my cock stretching your hole?” Alton purred out. “Because I hope you are. I want you hard and ready.”
I refocused on him and smiled. “I’m thinking about how amazing you are.”
He sat back in his chair. “Is this your way of making me come fuck you?”
“No.” I touched my thighs, and he clucked his tongue, warning clear, but I wasn’t planning on touching my dick. Although, I wanted to, very badly. “I love you, Alton Bouchard.”
He smiled. “I love you, too, little mouse.”
“So....” I gave him my sweetest smile.
“No.”
I laughed and sat back, playing with the necklace that hung against my chest. It was silver like the rest of the jewelry, but on the end was a ruby encased in more silver. On my upper right arm was a cuff that hugged my bicep, each finger had a different ring on it, and the only thing that adorned my wrist was my favorite and most special piece—my tennis bracelet. I looked like a king, and Alton treated me like one, too.
He tapped his pen against the desk and sighed. “You’re making this punishment thing very hard.”
I stared at his chest and wished I could see his dick trapped in his pants. “I bet that’s not the only thinghard.”
He shook his head and dropped the pen, standing. One come-hither movement of his forefinger and I was on my feet, dick bouncing as I rushed over to him. He grabbed my face between his hands, dragging me into a deep kiss. I pushed myself up on tiptoe, curling my arms around his neck. My dick was squashed between us, but his suit added the perfect friction on my already sensitive flesh.
