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I shook my head because I had no idea what to say. Panic stuck my tongue to the roof of my mouth.
He stomped over and slapped his hand on the glass table, and I cringed.
“Did you want a punishment? Because you won’t like it,” he said, his tone hard and unfeeling. I gasped as he shoved my legs apart before putting pressure on my needy cock with the sole of his shoe. The feeling wasn’t good. He ground down in a way that was nearly painful—but a jolt of excitement slid through me at the first sign of discomfort. I didn’t want him to stop.
Despite how excited I was—I could come any second—tears slid down my cheeks.
“Explain yourself,” he said, words loud enough to qualify as a yell. The tone was pure hatred, and it both scared and electrified me.
Again, I shook my head because I had no idea what to say.
“You won’t like punishments I hand out for shit that makes me look bad,” he snapped. “You’re making me rethink letting you work on client files.” He ground his foot harder on my cock, and I whimpered, horrified at myself as I rocked up and sought out more of the vicious pressure. He kept going until my cockhead felt squeezed to the breaking point, and I could almost taste the lightning strike of my orgasm on the tip of my tongue.
He bared his teeth in a snarl and pulled his foot away, then leaned his elbows on the table, glaring down at me through the glass. I got the impression that I was a pet in a cage who had disappointed him. He owned me, and I’d disobeyed. He shook his head.
Fuck, I was bad.I tingled all over and my cock pulsed and erupted. I threw my head back and whimpered. My legs kicked out as cum splashed the inside of my boxers. I panted and tried to hold in a whine but failed horribly.
Albion’s mouth fell open.
My head felt light and I leaned it against my arm to stare up at him.
“Oh, you little whore,” he said, tone slightly warmer. “You’re definitely getting punished now.”
Whimpering, I shook my head.
“Oh, yes. But you’re going to help me figure out how bad it will be. Explain why you disobeyed me this morning.” He tapped the glass with his finger, and I shivered all over at the sound.
Closing my eyes to escape his glare, I shrugged. “I thought maybe you didn’t want me to go.”
Albion snorted out a mean laugh. “Shoelicker, even for you and your limited intellect, that makes no fucking sense. I told you to go!” His volume rose, and I found myself trying to slink lower toward the floor.
I shrugged. “It would be a lot of money.”
“So?” He knocked on the glass until I looked up at him again.
“Money spent on me,” I elaborated.
His mouth twisted down to the side. “No, as I said, the money would be spent purely for my viewing pleasure.”
Confusion bit at me, and he cocked his head to the side.
“You disobeyed. What should your consequences be?” he asked, but I had a feeling he was talking out loud to himself, not asking me.
“I was there,” I said, gasping on a sob that slid out between my lips. I tugged at the rope, all at once scared. The spanking he’d given me had hurt a lot, and the tail had been almost nice, but the way he’d treated me afterward wasn’t. A thrill of real fear pelted through my stomach, and I loved and loathed the way my cum-sticky cock got hard again. “I just couldn’t go inside.”
He stilled and studied me, and some of the tension bled out of his frame as he hunkered down at my side. He inhaled deeply and rested a hand on my knee. My legs fell open, as if he’d hit a magic button, and he snorted, shaking his head. “I guess I can’t expect a shoelicker to do something that big alone. I’ll take you.”
Whimpering, I nodded. “Thank you, Sir. Am I still being punished?”
He smirked and yanked on a piece of the rope. I was baffled when the knot unfurled easily, even though I’d been tugging on it, and the restraints fell loose.
“Absolutely.”
I was confused when he shoved all the food on the table to one side. He bent down and grabbed my hips, hoisting me up. I bit the tip of my tongue when he shoved me toward the middle of the table, then pushed my chest until the back of my skullclunkedon the glass. Shit, I hoped the table didn’t collapse. The intent expression on his face mesmerized me while he tugged my boxers down, then tossed them over his shoulder. I stared at him, every muscle in my body quivering. He slapped my thigh so hard that I hissed, and my cock trembled, waving in the air.
“Do not move. You’re going to stay right there until I tell you otherwise. Don’t move a muscle.” He smirked. It didn’t take him long to secure me spread eagle, with the rope running from each of my limbs to a leg of the table. I was so hard, and all I could do was look at my own leaking cock. I squeezed my ass, flexing and wriggling, but he smacked my cock.
Ouch.My aching flesh already felt abused. I moaned, feeling dizzy as I dropped my head back against the table.
