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Chapter Nine
Cole
“Last one,” Bennet announces a few minutes later. “I’d really like to hear her with this one.”
I reach over and remove the gag, happy to grant my brother his wish. Since, I had the pleasure of seeing her gagged, it seems only fair that he should get to hear the climax to her punishment.
Rhylie stays silent and I see that flash of defiance spark in her eyes. She’s planning to remain silent for the final blow, as a final fuck-you to my brother.
I raise my eyebrows at him, and he nods to say he got the message.
Challenge accepted.
The final blow is going to leave a bruise.
She howls like a wounded wild animal and my cock lurches painfully. I almost blow it, but squeeze the base hard enough just in time to stop the trigger. Rhylie’s scream goes on and on, but at the same time she shudders from head to toe. The little minx just had an orgasm.
More to the point, as she was forbidden from coming, she’s just played unwittingly straight into our hands.
Bennet massages her ass after the final hit. It may seem like he’s being kind, but I know that it smarts like a bitch and he’s drawing the sting out to last even longer.
Rhylie whimpers and sobs without tears, but as soon as Bennet’s done, she’s back to giving lip.
“I bet your dick is as limp as your wrist.”
“Does this feel limp to you, brat?”
Growling, Bennet presses his straining cock hard up against her smarting ass and she winces before pushing back and rubbing against him.
“You’re hard from this? That’s kind of sick, you know,” she snaps.
“Yeah brat, cause it’s my arousal filling the room and glistening on the inside of your thighs,” he retorts, reaching down to swipe a finger over her wet slit. “Besides, we told you not to cum.”
“Tut-tut, Ms. Hall,” I tease. “You’re going to need to be punished for disobeying orders...again.”
Bennet reaches around to Rhylie’s front and pushes his finger between her lips. The fucking She-devil that she is, immediately starts to fellate his finger like a god-damn pro, eyeballing me the whole time. I’m just about ready to explode when he slips his finger from her lips, and the little minx looks at me with a coquettish smile.
“Are you both going to fuck me now?” Her voice is breathless and fucking sweet.
I catch my brother’s eye and he gives me a grin.
Yes, we both want to fuck her. Desperately so, in fact. But are we going to? Not right now, we’re not, no. Why? Because it’s all about control. The fact that she’s asking - and that she’s soaked - means she wants it. I’d be willing to bet that she wants us almost as much as we want her. But I’m not about to give in and give her what she’s after.
“What? That’s not fair!” she cries indignantly.
She tries to scramble up from the desk, but Bennet holds her down. It’s a reminder of who’s in charge here.
“At what point did we give you the impression that there would be a reward in this for you?” Bennet bends down, pressing his torso flat along the length of her back, and growls in her ear.
“But I did everything you asked!”
“You were supposed to. This was your punishment,” he reminds her.
“But...but…” she’s at a loss for words.
Her pitiful “please” that follows quietly is most surprising. Cute, but she really needs to learn how to beg properly.
I slip my cock back into my pants, the harsh sound of my zipper cutting through the silence of the room, and I bend once again to eyeball Ms. Hall.
“When did we ever give you the impression we were fair?” I smirk.
She throws me a fiery look of loathing and I chuckle. Hate and lust are close bedfellows. I’m no stranger to that. I understand her frustration; I’ve been stroking my cock with no release and I’d love to fuck her. But we have a message to send, and that’s far more important.
Rhylie is still glowering and shooting daggers at me when the office door opens without warning. I’m not worried, there’s only two people that would ever enter without knocking, and one of them is already in the room.
Blind panic flashes across Rhylie’s face and she desperately tries to move, but Bennet doesn’t let her.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Archer’s low gravelly drawl cuts through the room and I smile as my rebellious tattoo-covered brother enters the room.
It’s only a matter of time before Rhylie falls for him; all the girls do. Everyone loves a bad boy.
