Chapter Ten

Andrew

I was goddamn furious with her. She’d nearly ruined the entire plan to get my mates out of a cell and get help for the coke-hooked women we’d save from Ranson. Slippery little minx, scooting out of the bathroom window like that, a tiny one, too. If I hadn’t heard the thud of her landing outside and the squeak of shock she’d have gotten away.

“Nearly lost her there, Prof.”

“Fuck off,” I snapped at Mitch as I strode past the kitchen table the guys were seated at.

“You need some help with her?” Cillian asked. “I can see you’ve got your hands full.” He chuckled and nodded at my hand set squarely on her rump.

“No, I do not. You concentrate on getting the money.” I stormed toward the meeting room, burning to teach her a lesson. And boy I would. There’d be a spank for every time she’d given me a boner in a lecture, every time she’d given me a ‘come on then, I dare you’ smile that I’d had to resist despite it causing me real physical pain.

I stepped into the room and slammed the door so hard dust floated down from the center ceiling light.

“Put me down, you bastard.” She kicked again, her knees jabbing at me.

I dumped her on her feet and reached for my knife.

Her eyes widened. “What the…?”

“Stand still, really fucking still if you don’t want to get cut.” I yanked her top from her chest, put the sharp end of the blade against it, and dragged it down the material.

The sound of slicing clothing was satisfying, as was the sight of her pert round breasts and petal-pink nipples.

“Stop!” she gasped.

“I figure if you’re naked, you’re less likely to run away.” The t-shirt fell to the floor, and I started on her skirt, pulling out the waistband and hacking at the elastic before shimmying my knife down the pale-yellow cotton.

“That’s fucking Jaeger, you know.”

“No, I don’t know, and I don’t care.” The skirt pooled at her feet, over her white shoes, and there before me was her sweet bush of strawberry-blonde pubic hair.

My cock surged. My belly tightened. Lust rushed into my veins. I re-sheathed my knife and put it back onto my belt.

She went to cover herself with her hands, but I didn’t give her time and tipped her over the table, ass up and with my left hand on her shoulder blades, keeping her where I wanted her.

“What? Get the hell off me…I…will…”

“You will take this, you little brat.” I swatted her right ass cheek. Hard. I put muscle behind it and then waited for the bloom of my handprint.

She cried out and bucked but she could go nowhere. “How dare you.”

“You’ve wanted me to notice you for years, wanted me to want you, wanted me to touch you…well, here I am, touching you.” I smacked her again, four times, twice on each buttock.

She writhed and cursed and went onto her tiptoes, her back arching.

Her peachy round ass was already glowing, blood rushing to the surface. God, it was a beautiful sight.

“Stop. You can’t do this.” She turned to glare at me. She was breathing hard, and a glow of perspiration sat on her brow.

“I can and I am.” I swatted her again, six times, getting into a rhythm now. “You need to know while you’re here I am in charge, and if you’re a naughty girl you’ll get spanked.” I closed my eyes and bit on my bottom lip. Her pussy was right there. No doubt wet. It would only take the undoing of my pants and I could forge into her the way I’d wanted to for so long.

“I hate you. I don’t know why I ever thought you were a nice person.” She banged her fists on the table. “You’re an asshole, and a criminal one at that.”

For that outburst she didn’t deserve my cock. I widened my stance, set my gaze on my target, and spanked her hard, the sound of flesh on flesh snapping around the room.

She fought me, but I held her safe. She cried out, cursed, and went to cover her ass with her hands, I slapped them away.

Her bottom was burning hot and scarlet, but still I rained down my years of frustration and my current vexation with wanting her. Taking it out on her round ass was the only thing I could do right now.

Her cries turned to whimpers, and I stopped, breathless, and studied my handiwork. Oh yes, she’d had a good spanking, one she wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

I smoothed over her right buttock, then the left, feeling the heat in her skin. “Who is in charge, Chelsea?”

She sobbed. “You…are…”

“You are, Sir.”

“You are, Sir.” She pressed her forehead on the cool wood of the table and slumped.

“And don’t forget it.” I stepped away, put my gun back in my waistband, and wiped my forehead with the back of my hand.

She seemed to slide from the table, then stooped and took the few steps to the double bed that was tucked in the corner. She crawled onto the dark-green covers, a small pitiful snuffle catching her breath.

Had I broken my young filly? Did my seductive student finally understand what she’d been dealing with all of this time?

Who she’d been dealing with?

* * * *

Chelsea

My ass hurt like a swarm of bees had attacked me, and my heart was so full of anger and humiliation that I felt it might burst. How dare he tip me over and spank me? What gave him the right? No one, in all my life, had been so disrespectful to me.

Wanker.

“You belong to me while you’re here,” he said. “No one else, just me.”

I crawled onto the bed, my weak limbs shaking.

“And don’t forget it.”

I dropped onto the covers and curled into a ball on my side, facing the wall. My cheeks were wet with tears of pain and rage, and a sudden exhaustion came over me.

Closing my eyes to the darkening room, I wished for sleep. Another sob caught in my throat; I didn’t know where it had come from or where it went. And then I thought of my mother, and what Vince had said about my father’s involvement in her death. More tears came, they poured from me silently even though they shook my ribs.

“Hey, stop now. The spanking is over.”

He was behind me. The bed dipped, and he set his hand on my bare hip.

I flinched, waiting for another spank.

It didn’t come. Instead, he curled around me, spooning his body around mine. “Don’t cry, Chelsea. I won’t hurt you.”

“You just…did.”

“That was punishment for misbehaving, you have to understand that. It was a spanking you deserved.”

“I didn’t give you permission to do it.”

“I don’t need it. You’re mine, I just told you that.”

His arms wrapped around me. He’d removed his t-shirt, and his warm, slightly hairy chest pressed up against my back. My ass smarted where his pants rubbed onto my nakedness.

His lips were by my ear. “You’re mine to do what I want with.”

“So when are you going to fuck me? I presume that’s what you want.”

“You presume right, I really want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time. Let’s just say it’s on my bucket list.” He squeezed closer; through his pants, his hard cock wedged between my sore bottom cheeks. “But naughty girls don’t get cock, that’s a lesson you should remember.”

I gulped, and memories of the Sure Thing bounced around in my brain. Did he really not know it was me he’d taken from behind? Did he still believe it was some random student or teacher who’d bent over for him and taken it? It seemed he did.

Pressing my lips together, I decided to hold that bit of information close, for a while at least. Perhaps it would give me the upper hand at some point.

“You have a great body.” He roamed over my slight curves. “And excellent tits.” He cupped my left breast then moved to the right to caress and squeeze and catch my nipple. “I’ve been looking at them for years, trying to make a picture of their exact shape in my mind’s eye.”

Despite my anger, my pussy trembled with need. He talked about me being a tease, but he was just as bad.

“Like this.” He suddenly rolled me over so I was flat on my back and staring up at him. “Hold yourself, hold your tits together.”

He rose onto his knees and undid his belt. Next he undid his zipper and took out his erection.

My eyes widened; his cock was long and thick, he was circumcised, and there was a straight dark vein running along the upper side.

He took it in his fist and groaned. “I’ve got to bash one out, you’re killing me here.”

I said nothing and held my breasts together, creating a cleavage. My nipples were hard and my skin a little goose bumped.

“Ah fuck.” He sounded like he was in pain. Could a stonkingly hard erection do that?

I watched, fascinated, as he jerked off. His hand a blur it moved so fast. My body reacted to the erotic sight, my pussy dampening and my clit pulsing gently in anticipation.

His belly was etched with muscle, and over his right pec was a detailed tattoo of the scales of justice, a flourish of Latin letters beneath it.

“Ah, yeah…fuck, Chelsea…” He stared down at my chest, his mouth slack. “Fuck yeah…so pretty.”

He came, warm cum slapping onto my flesh in several spurts from his wide slit. Each release dragged a long, low groan from him.

He switched his attention to my face. “That would be better if I was inside you, but it will have to do for now.”

I was breathing fast.

A shadow from a car headlight filled the room.

He glanced at the window. “First of the evening punters. Ignore them, they’ll certainly ignore you if you try and get their attention for help.” He frowned. “But they have a different entrance to the one you’ve used.”

“Do you mean the one I’ve been dragged through against my will? Twice.”

“Yes, that.” He stood and did up his zipper and belt then adjusted his pants on his lean hips. “Stay here, I need to check on a few things.”

He left the room, though I didn’t hear the lock. My chest was wet and tacky, the cum quickly drying. I looked around for something to wipe it with. There was nothing. The room was lean on anything of use.

I stood, checked the strength in my legs—they seemed okay—then went to the door. In the distance music was playing, upstairs perhaps, something fast and beaty. Peering into the small wood-paneled hallway, I saw that it was empty. My nakedness didn’t deter me. This time I really did want to pee and I wanted to clean myself up.

So I scooted into the bathroom, once again locked the door, then peed. A large bolt and lock had been put on the window. “That was quick,” I muttered then cleaned my chest with loo roll.

My stomach rumbled. Was anyone planning on feeding me? It was late, dark now, and I was starving.

The hall was still empty, and I stood for a moment, in the shadows, contemplating my options. There was a locked door to my right, and before me what I presumed was the kitchen. A strip of light came from beneath its door, and there was a low growl of male voices.

I inhaled deeply, jutted my breasts forward, then opened the door. I stepped in, ass wiggling, and made for a work surface that contained a loaf of bread and toaster.

“What the fuck?” A loud exclamation.

In my peripheral vision were three male figures at a table.

One of them was Andrew. “Chelsea! Jesus Christ. What are you doing, woman?”

“I’m hungry. I’m going to make some toast.”

A woman, bright-red lips, jet-black hair, let her gaze slip down me. She wore a body-hugging neon-pink dress with killer heels to match. “Nice,” she said with a smile. “Great tits.” She took a puff of her vape and grinned.

“Thanks.” I reached for a slice of bread, giving the guys a good view of my red ass.

“You bastards close your eyes!” There was a scrape of chair legs then the deafening bang of fists slamming onto the table. “I’m warning you. Don’t fucking look at her.” Fury dripped from Andrew’s voice. “And if you do look I’ll gouge your eyes out with a goddamn soup spoon.”

“Got it, Prof. Keep you hair on.” Irish Guy chuckled.

“Yes, we hear you.”

I turned, seeing for the first time the posh guy and the Irish one. The others had gone. Andrew stood between them, his cheeks red and his eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you doing wandering around naked?”

“Ah…” I cocked my head. “You thought not having clothes would keep me trapped.” I laughed. “Guess you don’t know me as well as you thought you did.”

“Here.” The woman passed me a jar of Marmite. “For your toast. I’m Bridget by the way.”

“Thanks, nice to meet you, I’m—”

Suddenly I was in Andrew’s grip, and he was carrying me out of the kitchen.

“Hey, my toast, I need to fucking eat.”

“You will, it was my next bloody job, okay.” He marched me back to the spanking room and sat me on the bed. “Just stay there, will you. I’ll get food.”

“More than toast?”

He frowned. “What do you want?”

“Pizza, a veggie one. And some garlic bread.”

His mouth was a tight line. “I’ll see what I can do.” He leaned forward, index finger extended. “But you have to promise not to do that again. I don’t want those guys, or any other guys, seeing you naked.”

“Why not?”

“You know why not.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Because you’re mine, all fucking mine. I want to be the only one who sees your body, touches your body. You hear me?”

“What I hear is this is some kind of fucked-up relationship going on, or are you relying on me getting Stockholm syndrome?”

He made a strange growling sound and leaned closer. “Let’s just get through this, okay, and then…”

“And then?”

He straightened, pinched the bridge of his nose, and closed his eyes.

“And then we can fuck each other stupid?” I asked, leaning back, arms locked, tits poking up. “Is that what you were going to say?”

He opened his eyes; a muscle flexed in his cheek.

“Andrew.”

“Just stay here…okay.” He strode out, locking the door behind him.

With the windows deadlocked, I had no choice but to do his bidding and stay just where I was.