9. Cin

9

Cin

I swear I've had a permanent boner since Tessa arrived with her two cute-as-fuck kids. The woman is a fucking smoke show. Those tits, bursting with milk. Fuck me. I never knew I had a lactation kink until now. Breeding kink, too, given how much time I've spent imagining her belly swollen with my baby. It was particularly bad while I chopped more kindling this morning. How I didn't chop my own fucking foot off is a goddamn miracle.

Madden's office door swings shut. He leans against the doorjamb, his arms folded. The guy's huge. Taller and broader than me. Not that I'm not a small guy by any stretch, but he can overpower me when he chooses to.

And he does. Often.

It's how we roll.

"On your knees, brat."

"No."

If he thinks I'm making it easy for him, he's mistaken. I smirk and wink, but it becomes apparent almost immediately that I've massively misjudged his irritation levels. He's on me in a heartbeat, fist wrapped around my throat so tight I can't breathe.

"You do as you're fucking told, brat. Got it?"

All I can do is blink twice while my lungs burn and my eyes bulge from the lack of oxygen. Just as I'm about to pass out, he releases me. My throat burns as I suck in air, coughing. Fuck, it's been a while since he got this mad.

"Don't make me ask twice, brat," he snarls in a low voice. The door is locked but neither of us wants my brother to hear.

My dick throbs in my pants. Desperate for release, I want to touch myself, but I hold back. If I'm lucky, he'll let me come, but knowing him, he won't. This is my punishment for flirting with Tessa. He's pissed because I'm crossing the lines he always draws in the sand between us and a client.

I get it, I really do. But he's fucking delusional.

I've seen the way he looks at her.

"Take my cock out."

He watches me through hooded, lustful eyes as I unzip his pants and pull his cock out. It's hard as steel, angry looking, the bulbous head leaking pre-cum already. My mouth waters and my tongue flicks out, catching a pearly drop before it slides down his length.

We both moan softly.

"Good boy," he says, and I preen.

My cock pulses in my pants. It's painful as hell. But I ignore it. Madden's all about control. If I try to jump the gun, he'll punish me. Orgasm denial is a fucking bitch, as I know to my cost. The bastard isn't above edging me for hours - days even.

I'm not sure I could stand that level of punishment. Not with our sexy siren living with us. Madden stares down at me, one hand gripping his thick shaft while I wait.

"Good boy," he repeats. My cock throbs and jerks and my balls ache, pulsing with the need to come, but my focus is on Madden's dick. "Now open your mouth so I can fuck it."

My lips part, and he pushes his length into my mouth, one inch at a time until he's buried in my throat. Saliva wells up and drips out, soaking my shirt, but I don't care. Slowly at first, then harder, he uses my mouth.

Madden is rarely gentle with me, and today is no exception.

He is punishing me, after all. Not that sucking him off is a punishment. Far from it. I love watching him fall apart. He's close already, from the way his hand snakes around my head and yanks me closer so he can burrow a little deeper down my throat.

"That's it, take my cock," he grits out. Every muscle in his abdomen flexes with each thrust. My jaw aches and I'm oxygen-deprived, but I don't care. I groan as the first heady burst of release explodes in my mouth. He tastes divine and I swallow frantically so I don't miss any.

"Yesss," he groans. "Good boy."

My dick jolts again in my pants as he comes down from his high. It's a wonder I haven't come already, and from Madden's smirk once he recovers, he's surprised too.

He yanks me to my feet, quickly tucking his dick away. Then he grips my cock through my pants and squeezes. The pain is exquisite and I moan against his neck.

"Does my pet want to come?" he murmurs in my ear, releasing my cock.

"Yes, please!" I whine. I can already feel the tingles snaking up my spine. God. If he stops now, I think I'll die.

"Do you think you deserve to come?" From the hard edge in his voice, he's still mad about my flirting with Tessa. Fuck.

"Yes!" He snorts with laughter.

"Such a brat." I smirk, hoping he takes pity on me or I'll be stuck in here for ages until my boner dies. To my relief, he quickly pulls my pants down and takes my cock in his fist. Three strokes and I explode, jetting cum all over his hand and my abs.

My legs wobble and he eases me down onto the sofa while he grabs tissues to clean up the mess. For a long moment, silence reigns, but all too soon, reality creeps back in.

"She's off limits, Cin." From the tight expression on his face, he's not fucking around.

"Why? You never usually bother if I fuck the clients, as long as I'm discreet."

"This is different!" He pulls back, jaw clenched. "For one thing, she's Valentino's daughter, and for another, she's dealing with a lot of shit right now. Not least the fact her ex sold her out to the fucking Russians. The last thing she needs is you acting like a fuckboy."

This isn't like Madden at all. He's been out of sorts since she arrived, and I sense there's more going on here. "Maybe you're jealous," I muse. "Or maybe you're attracted to her?"

"You're out of line, Cin," he hisses. "I'm the boss, so do as you're fucking told! If I say she's off limits, she's fucking off limits!"

OK, so he's pissing me off. I don't mind him playing the big alpha Daddy Dom in the bedroom, but he can fuck right off if he thinks he's having a say in whether I pursue Tessa. Who knows if she's even interested in me? It's not like I have much to offer other than a pretty face.

But if she is? All bets are off. Nothing he says will stop me from taking things further.