THE CEO'S PUNISHMENT ( 4 )

I should’ve known he wouldn’t let me off so easily. Marcus’ words echoed in my mind all through the day. By the time I was finished at the reception, my nerves were all over the place. I had half hoped he had forgotten and I dreaded the moment he would slip out of his office.

But when the office finally emptied, with the last secretary clicking off her heels and cleaners moving down the hall, his voice cut through the quiet.

“Get up pet.”

I rose from my chair, heart hammering so loud as I followed him down the corridor. To my surprise, he didn’t lead me to his office. Instead, he took me to the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. My heart sunk.

The penthouse.

I’ve never been up there because it wasn’t listed on the company directory. I clutched the hem of my skirt as the elevator doors slipped open to reveal a wide private lounge. Dark leather sofas, floor to ceiling glass windows and in the center, a large glass table gleaming underneath the low light.

But we weren’t alone.

A woman leaned against the sofa, tall and alluring, dressed in tight black leather pants and a slim blouse unbuttoned enough to show the massive curve of her breasts. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she watched my eyes sweep over her.

“This her?” She asked.

Marcus pressed his hand against the small of my back, guiding me forward.

“Yes, my disobedient little pet.”

My stomach churned. Who was she?

The woman stepped closer, her perfume rich and intoxicating. She titled my chin, her brown orbs scanning my features.

“She’s pretty,” She grinned, “As nervous as a rabbit but I like that.”

Goosebumps spread across my neck. I glanced at Marcus but his expression was unreadable as usual.

“Tonight,” He said, voice low, “You will learn what it means to be mine and she,” He eyes trailed to the woman, “Is going to help me.”

Heat pooled at the bottom of my stomach.

Marcus wasted no time in peeling every item of clothing I had on. He stripped me of my blazer, then plucked at the buttons of my shirt. My bra came pooling down to the floor next and I stood there, only clad in panties.

“On the table,” He ordered.

The glass was cold against my skin as I lay back, the chandelier lights above me glaring down. Marcus spread my wrists above my head, binding them with leather cuffs and fixing them to the table legs. My ankles were next and he secured them wide apart until I was utterly exposed.

The woman circled me like a predator, running her long manicured nails along the glass table. “So helpless,” She purred. Her hand skimmed up my thigh, making me quiver.

“Touch her.” Marcus smirked as he settled into the sofa, man spreading like a king watching his entertainment.

I didn’t have time to focus on him as her hands grazed over my panties, making me jolt back. She teased my clit through the fabric, pressing just enough to make me squirm.

Marcus’ voice cut through the haze. “Do not let her come.”

The woman smirked. “Cruel, I love that.”

Her hands travelled up my stomach, cupping a handful of my breasts. She punch my nipple hard enough to make it stand erect, prompting a soft moan from my lips.

The woman leaned in, her tongue flicking over my pert nipple as she twisted the other. Every moan bounced off the concrete walls, louder than I wanted it to be.

My body shook as her tongue rolled around my nipple mercilessly. She withdrew after seconds, fishing an item from her pocket. My heart sank as I gazed at two wicked clips joined by a slender chain.

“No,” The protest left my lips before I could stop it.

Her smirk grew as she pinched my hardened nipple, fastening the clamp on them. A hiss escaped my lips as the sharp sting hit me.

“Beautiful,” She moaned, giving the chain a slight tug.

Pain and pleasure shot through me in equal measure, making me bite my lips so hard I could taste blood. The woman pushed my panties to the side, slipping two fingers in, curling them just right while her thumb teased my swollen red clit.

I gasped, arching against the restrains. She slid her fingers deeper, making my pussy juice drip all over the table. A whimper escaped my lips. I squirmed around, desperate for a release, but the cuffs held tight.

“Please,” I cooed, tears stinging my eyes.

Marcus held his cold gaze, shaking his head. “Not until I say so pet.”

The woman withdrew her fingers from me, leaving my pussy empty and soaking wet. She licked her fingers, her eyes locked on mine. “Delicious.”

My legs shuddered.

“Again,” Marcus commanded.

The woman grinned, shoving her fingers back in without warning. I threw my head back, each thrust sending hot flares of pleasure all over my body. She tugged at the nipple clamped as the rhythm of her fingers got faster.

I clenched around her, desperate for a release. The cycle repeated. Her fingers building me higher, closer and my body straining as I could feel myself about to come. Only for her to stop before I reeled over the edge.

Again, and again.

My cried filled the room, pain and pleasure blurring until I couldn’t tell the difference.

Marcus finally rose, his presence looming over me. He immediately replaced her fingers with a sleek vibrator, pressing it into my wet hole until I screamed. My hips buckled wildly but he pulled away, edging me even further.

“You see?” He muttered into my ear, fingers gripping my chin do I had no choice but to look at him. “You are my little dirty slut, you don’t come until I allow it. You don’t belong to anyone else. Not that client, not her,” His gaze burned into me. “Only me.”

“Yes sir, I sobbed. “Only you.”

His lips brushed my ear. “Good girl.”

At last, he pressed the vibrator back harder this time. My body arched, chains rattling as the orgasm ripped through me so violently, I screamed his name. My fluids pooling all over the table as I collapsed against glass, sweaty, ruined and breathless.

He pulled me into his lap, grounding me. “Mine,” He whispered against my temple.

“Yes sir,” I sighed, my voice broken.

**

By the time I stumbled through my apartment door, it was past midnight. I groaned, feeling how sore my body was from everything that had happened. I trudged into my apartment, my bag slipping down to the floor when my eyes fell on someone.

I froze.

Ethan, my fiancé was seated on the couch. His tie was loosened, jaw clenched as he kept his gaze fixed on the ground.

“Where have you been, Clara?” His voice was quiet, eerily quiet.

My stomach plummeted.