Guard (The Underground Book 3) (28 page)

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He set a hand on her lower back to hold her steady. “Whether or not you come is my decision. Sometimes I’ll allow it. Other times I won’t. It’s never your choice.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“Feel the sting of my palm and remember not to play games with me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He lifted his free hand and swatted her hard right in the center.

She yelped, as he knew she would.

Again.

She lifted onto her toes. “Sir. Oh God.”

He smoothed his hand on her pinkened ass. Her skin was so transparent and thin, he needed to be careful not to break it. He struck again, this time holding her back firmly, knowing she would rock forward to escape his touch.

A fourth swat, harder, low and center. The burn would race to her pussy.

She screamed out.

He stopped and rubbed the spot again.

“Sir, that hurts.”

“Yes. It’s called discipline. It was meant to hurt. If it didn’t, what would I be accomplishing?”

“I’ll be good, Sir.”

“I know you will, baby.”

He spanked her higher, on the right cheek. And then another on the left. “Two more, baby.” He landed both of the last blows in the sweet spot that brought her once again to her toes.

She moaned as he flattened his hand over the burning sting of pink flesh and smoothed over the heat.

“Your ass is so sexy all pink like this. Anytime you want me to spank you, feel free to sass me for the day.”

“I won’t sass you, Sir. I won’t do it again.” Her voice was choked.

“You will.” He chuckled. “And next time I’ll find another punishment.”

She rocked side to side, moaning.

He knew her pussy was pleading for attention.

Shocking him, she released her hands and reached under her body with one, unabashedly masturbating herself.

He grabbed her wrist and jerked it away from her pussy. “You will
not
touch yourself without permission. Ever. No matter how badly you need to come, you won’t rub your pussy unless I direct it. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” She sobbed, still rocking her body.

“In fact, since you’ve proven unable to control your hands this morning, you don’t have permission to be anyplace for more than a few seconds alone. The bathroom, and that’s it. Not even the shower. Not for an entire week.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll trust you to stay in public places at work except the few minutes it takes to use the facilities when necessary.”

“Yes, Sir.” She moaned again, louder, probably without realizing it.

“You’ll earn the right to privacy again with good behavior.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her back dipped, her pussy reaching closer to the side of the mattress.

“You want me to make it two weeks?”

“No, Sir.” She straightened her back.

“Good choice. Now, climb onto the bed, lie on your back, and pull your knees up and out. Use your hands to hold them high and wide.”

She scrambled to do his bidding.

“That’s what I like to see.” He stared at her for a long time.

Her pussy was glistening and swollen with arousal. The lips parted by themselves when she stretched her knees out. Her lips were pursed, but a low moan continued to leak out.

“Where is your vibrator?”

“Sir?”

“Your vibrator. Where do you keep it?”

“Um, Sir. I don’t need a vibrator. I’m so close to coming.”

He grabbed her thighs, dragged her ass close to the edge of the mattress, and leaned over her. “Where do you keep your vibrator?”

She whimpered. “In the top drawer of my dresser.”

He held her gaze. “Next time answer me immediately. I don’t like to repeat myself.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He could smell her arousal increasing with every command.

When she shuddered, he turned around and took his time digging a condom out of his bag and then heading for her dresser.

She whimpered again, louder.

When he turned to glance at her, wondering why she was in so much distress, she had her face turned away. What the hell? He opened her dresser drawer and then froze.

Holy shitballs.

He smiled. No wonder she didn’t want him to look. The woman had an arsenal. How many different vibrators did one woman need? He couldn’t count them all. Every size and shape and style. Some he’d never even seen before.

Oh fuck yes.

This sweet woman was his.

It took all his strength not to comment at that moment. He’d save the harassment for later. Right now, his submissive needed to come. And he could surely get her to do so in an instant with one of these toys from the mother lode.

He selected a medium-sized vibrator with a flat head clearly intended for use on the clitoris. It took a second to shake his mirth and school his face to return to her, but he managed.

Her face was bright red and still turned toward the headboard.

She was a gem.

“Do not let go of your thighs. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was almost too soft to hear.

He turned the vibrator on the lowest setting and set it firmly to the side of her clit.

She squirmed. Not shocking. She had to be mad with desire.

As he circled her swollen bud, he turned it up a notch. In the silence of the room, it sounded louder than it actually was. After using the tip of the device to spread her lower lips wider and dampen the surface, he turned the speed to full power and pressed the vibrator directly over her clit.

She screamed to wake the dead, bucking her hips into the air.

He had to give her credit for not releasing her legs, though.

He didn’t let up on the pressure as she came.

With his free hand, he lifted the condom to his mouth and tore open the wrapper. He managed to pull the rubber free, spit out the package, and roll it onto his cock in record time.

And then he thrust into her without warning.

She arched her stomach.

The vibrator against the base of his cock hadn’t been his best plan. He would come in two strokes. But it was worth it. He pulled almost out and then thrust back in. Deep. She fit him so perfectly.

And she panted, her face now directed toward the ceiling, her eyes shut, her mouth open. And then she tipped her head back, elongating her neck. Her auburn curls spread around her like a halo.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as he fucked her harder. Again. And again. Gritting his teeth to make it last.

Her tits jiggled with every thrust, enticing him to reach for them, but he didn’t have enough hands. He held the vibrator in place with one, and had to grab her hips to keep from ramming her across the bed with the other.

When she stopped breathing, he knew she was teetering on the edge of a second orgasm. The second she crested, he let himself go with her, plunging deep and holding steady, the strong vibrations against the base of his cock creating a new sensation for him.

He’d used vibrators on submissives before, but not usually while he was fucking them. And definitely not on full speed.

When she came down and made a face of discomfort, he eased the vibrations until it was at the lowest setting and then slowly removed it altogether.

Her face came into view, and she blinked her eyes open. She licked her lips as he pulled his cock out of her. “If you think that’s going to keep me from ignoring you for a day and sassing you for a morning, you might need to rethink your plan.”

Mikhail was still chuckling silently when they walked into the homeless shelter where she worked. Even though it was her first day back at work in a month and she needed to keep her head on straight and get back in the game, he had tossed her clothing choice for the day back in the closet and selected a jean skirt that reached mid-thigh instead.

That might not have caused much protest, but when he rubbed lotion into her swollen ass cheeks and then didn’t permit her to wear panties, she’d almost argued with him, opening her mouth but then stopping herself at the last second.

She was lucky. He’d allowed her to wear a bra.

Several employees’ eyes lit up, and they waved and smiled as she made her way through the entrance toward the back.

Mikhail stayed right behind her, knowing she was heading for her boss’s office first thing.

She stopped at an open doorway and knocked on the side.

The man behind the desk jumped to his feet as soon as he spotted her. “Haley. So good to see you.” He rounded the desk and clapped a hand on her shoulder. “You look good.” And then his gaze roamed to Mikhail.

Mikhail stuck out a hand. “Mikhail Dudko.”

“Terrance Shorter, and before you laugh, they didn’t know I’d be six three when they handed out surnames apparently.” He chuckled at his own joke.

Mikhail smiled. He liked the man instantly. Thank God. It would have been hard to leave Haley there if he was uncomfortable with her boss.

Terrance turned his attention back to Haley and winked. “When you told me you had a boyfriend, I wasn’t picturing you with someone who filled a room.” He glanced back at Mikhail. “As I’m sure you do, both literally and figuratively.”

Smart man.

“So, you’re keeping a good eye on her? I’m worried.”

“I am. She’s in good hands when she’s with me.”

Terrance easily caught his inference. “And I assure you she’s in good hands here also. This building is secure. A guard is always at the door. We don’t allow anyone inside with a weapon. It’s also a drug and alcohol free zone.

“The people who come here during the day do so to use the computers to search for jobs, the facilities to shower, or the dining room to eat. We have services that help people get back on their feet.”

“Sounds good. And you’re aware of what happened to Haley?”

“Yes.”

Haley rolled her eyes, and Mikhail narrowed his gaze, smiling slowly to let her know he was paying attention to her sass.

Just for that, he turned toward her and gave her a childish set of instructions. “Don’t leave this building. Don’t even go to the front.”

“Yes, sir,” she sassed, stating the two words in a completely different tone than she had an hour ago on her bed with her pussy spread open for his perusal.

Terrance chuckled. “I left a pile of client folders on your desk, Haley. Ease into it today. You don’t have to win a race here. Whatever you get done is fine. The rest will still be here tomorrow.” He rounded back to the front of his desk and resumed his seat before he mumbled, “Though Lord knows I’m sure you’ll try to make up for a month in eight hours.”

The man knew Haley well.

“Thanks.” Haley spun around, grabbing Mikhail by the forearm and leading him a few doors farther down the hall to another office.

When he stepped into her space behind her, he grinned. “So this is where you work. I tried to picture it. I must say, in my mind, it wasn’t nearly this…”

“Messy?” she offered.

“Yep. That’s the word.”

“This is tidy, actually. People must have come in and straightened up in order to take over some of my case files. They would have had to.” She put her hands on her hips and spanned the room with her gaze before blowing out a breath. “It will take me half the day to find everything and remember where I was.”

He set a hand on her shoulder and leaned forward, touching his lips to her ear. “You do that, but keep your fingers off your pussy. Got it?”

She gasped and spun around to make sure no one heard him. “Mikhail,” she hissed.

He smiled, patted her ass, and left the room, tossing his last words over his shoulder. “I’ll be back at five.”

»»•««

“Did you follow her?” Anton asked, pacing his downtown apartment in front of the large picture window that currently afforded him a view of nothing but Chicago smog.

“Of course, sir. It was my job,” Dayton responded. “Both my jobs, actually.” He snorted.

“So she’s at that damn homeless shelter and Mikhail left?”

“Yes.”

“Any chance of snagging her from there?”

“Not a chance in hell. Besides the fact that I’m the current detail on her, there’s a cop positioned at the entrance.”

“Why are the police there?” Anton froze.

“I’m sure they’re here every day. Safety. It’s a shelter.”

He exhaled. “Right. Well, see if there’s an opportunity. Learn her routine. Does she go to lunch? Does she do it alone? Does she take breaks and step outside?” He didn’t give a fuck his voice rose. The clock was ticking. “I want that bitch back in my lab. If you can’t get her during the day, there may be an opportunity after work if she really hits the streets with that reporter.”

“I’m aware of that, sir. And I’m on it.”

“What about Belinda Gallo? Who’s on her?”

“Millings, sir. He’s supposed to be with me, but he followed her instead. She went to work. She’s inside
Chicago Multimedia’s
building now.”

“Good. Alone?”

“Yes. And I’ve got something else for you. Millings went into Haley’s apartment after she and Mikhail left this morning. The hummus is gone.”

“Perfect. How large of a container was it?”

“Too large for one person to eat alone. Besides, there were several empty containers in the trash. The three of them polished off a random assortment of snacks Saturday night.”

“Excellent.”

“Millings kept an eye on Belinda’s apartment yesterday too. And guess who visited her?”

“Who?”

“Nikolav Andropov. Arrived super early and nearly ran inside. Stayed all day and all night. Took her to work this morning.”

Fucking perfect
. Anton connected the dots and decided it was reasonable to assume Ms. Gallo had gotten sick. It was just like Nikolav or any of the guys to race to her rescue.

Anton returned his attention to Millings. “Okay, keep me updated about this afternoon.” Anton dropped the phone on the couch and stared out the window again. Damn smog. Damn escaped bitch.

He tried to look on the bright side. At least it would seem Haley or Mikhail had eaten the tainted hummus. And as a bonus, they’d even had another woman over to share the bounty. An unplanned test subject who’d proved invaluable.

Phase two, test one, a total success.