Page 79 of Unfettered

I enter my room and there’s Sir, all stretched out on my bed, checking his phone. From the look he gives me, I’m fucked. He may have cleared me, but he gave me strict instructions to keep him updated. Somehow, I don’t think my excuse that I have just been given the job will fly…

Without prompting, I kneel for him, waiting for his acknowledgment before I speak. Hell, it feels like I’m waiting for it just to breathe, and yet… It’s the sweetest pleasurable-pain there is, the complexity of push and pull with him. It’s addictive in the best sense.

I keep my gaze downcast, unable to keep my eyes riveted on him. It’s too personal, too presumptuous. And even though he’s never had me look down before, it simply feels right. I’m not sure how long I’m waiting before I feel the touch of his fingers in my hair, gentle at first and then firm, tugging my head back.

He stares down at me, and the expression on his face is so perfectly terrifying that my cock immediately aches. “I came looking for my Princess, and he was gone. Where were you?”

Swallowing, I watch him warily. “Leandro texted, asking to see me. It turns out he has a job for me.”

From the way Jayden’s nostrils flare, I should have gone with something else, but… Had I lied, it would have been worse. Still, the way he yanks at my hair has me wincing. His scowl softens when he notices it.

“I believe the correct course of action would have been to send me a text. I don’t like the idea of you going out on a job solo.”

His eyes narrow on me, and a thrill ripples through me from the possessiveness he exudes. This is exactly what I’ve missed. Still, even Il Padrone knew I had to do my job…

“I won’t be alone, Sir. I’m just going to read through the data Leandro gathered, and then I’ll contact either Marcus or Antonio. Leandro said either of them should be available.”

“Oh, fuck no,” he growls. “Antonio got himself kidnapped while on Marcus’s watch. You will not work with either of them. You’re too valuable.”

The words shouldn’t warm me, but they do. To have someone care about me like that… Fuck. Still, those are my Brothers, and I can’t let it stand.

“Sir,” I say carefully, making sure to infuse respect in every word. “Leandro set them up. That wasn’t their fault.”

He shakes his head, disgust clear in those piercing eyes of his. “Not good enough.”

Blowing out a breath, I have no idea what to do. When he lets go of his grip on my hair, I relax, especially when he starts carding his fingers through the strands soothingly. It’s quiet in the room, but comfortable.

His face suddenly lights up as he grabs his phone, sending a text. The wicked smile he gives me is full of anticipation, and my heart sinks. This is not going to be good. When the answering chime comes in, the triumph on his face is almost too much to bear. Fuck. I think I’m screwed…

“Problem solved. Joel will take you. And I’ll make sure he knows my Princess isn’t to be harmed.” His voice is filled with dark promises of pain. “And I think, before you go, I should give you a reminder, too…”

“Joel, as in your brother?” My voice cracks, hitting a high pitch that I don’t think I’ve reached since puberty.

He nods absently as he stands, gesturing for me to move into position across the bed. He has me trained. But fuck… The last time I dealt with a family member of a lover, I ended up gutted… And Joel is the one trusted with guarding Tennant. Shit.

Trying not to grumble, I stand up before resting my upper body across the bed. It’s a good thing Jayden had the bed switched out so it’s higher off the ground. This is far more comfortable, even if it does give him perfect access to my ass. Then again… I like that part, too.

I don’t move from my designated spot, and I'm barely even breathing. Not until he tells me to do something. Sometimes he likes to play games with me. It’s a fucking mental orgasm. The edge of anticipation, to see if I’ll break from position, to beg for his hand, or fuck, anything.

Eventually, his rough voice breaks in. “Pants down.”

I quickly follow his instructions, trying to keep calm, and hoping like hell it’s not going to be a torturous session where all he does is inspect me and squeeze my ass a couple times before sending me on my way. Fucking hell. Then again, he wouldn’t be the best damn sadist if he gave in and—Fuck. That one hurt like hell with no warm up.

“One.” His sharp voice breaks into my thoughts, and I immediately relax. The soothing knowledge that he’s there is all that matters, regardless of how hard he pushes me.

I lose track of how many times his hand crashes down onto my ass. As a physical therapist, his fitness is definitely not in question. Shit, he wields his bare hand better than some could a cane, I’m sure.

Finally, when I’m about ready to beg, he pulls back and stops. I pant against the bed, tears silently rolling down my face.

“This was just your warning. If you get so much as a bruise on you, you’ll regret it. The only person allowed to mark you now is me.”

Fuck. In this life, that’s not something I can promise, but shit. I guess I don’t have a choice. This may be what finally reins in my Chaos… His strength and ownership is stamped all over me, and I’m powerless against his magnetism.

“Yes, Sir,” I grunt out, accepting that there may be consequences, even if I’m cautious. But I’ll take whatever punishment he wants to dish out. Just as long as he keeps me…

“You have one hour to get fixed up, study, and make your plan. Then Joel will be here. I’ll be in to see you when you get back. Listen to my brother. And be good, Princess. I’ll hear about it otherwise, and I will be checking you over later…”

I don’t move until I hear him leave and the door shuts behind him. Normally, there would be aftercare, but not for this. This is just to steady me, not a punishment, and it’ll keep my mind sharp. Thank fuck he realizes that about me. But shit, that does not give me much time.