COME WHEN CALLED #6, The Punishment (Billionaire & Biker MMF Menage Romance Serial) by Piper Trace

from the pain of the blow, though not insubstantial, but from the shock of it. That, coupled with her overflowing frustration level and Ford’s raised voice, overcame her defenses and fat teardrops rolled silently down her cheeks.
    Ford either didn’t see them or chose to ignore them. “It’s time I dealt with your behavior. You’ve kept secrets from me, you continue to be willful about what I ask of you, and you struggle with treating me with deference. Such behavior is unacceptable.” Ford’s voice rose again, and the ire Evie heard in it made her uneasy. She was, after all, defenseless in her position.
    “Acting as I want you to act and satisfying me sexually must be your first priorities.” He paused for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded as if he now had his emotions under tighter control. “I’m afraid this is my fault. You trusted me to guide you in how to perform your role and I’ve been lax in addressing your mistakes with the punishment they merited. I will to make up for that today. Do you understand my intentions?”
    “Yes,” she answered cautiously, her anger being edged out by fear.
    “Evangeline,” he snapped, and his voice had the tone of correction. “This is your punishment position. When you’re in it, you will address me as Mr. Hawthorne or sir.” Ford sat down at his desk chair in front of her so she could see his face. His jaw was clenched tightly and his mouth pressed into a thin line, but his eyes sparked with something wild.
    Leaning back in his chair, he folded his arms across his chest. It gave the impression that he was in no hurry, as if he had all day to stare at her, prone and bound naked before him. The idea chilled her. How long would it be before being held in this position became very uncomfortable?
    Ford’s eyes wandered over her for a few moments before continuing in his coldest, business voice. “When you agreed to this arrangement, our deal was that we did things my way or you leave this house. It’s always your choice to continue, but if you refuse my wishes, you must leave immediately and forfeit the rest of your money. So I ask you now, with the understanding that you have no idea what I intend to do to you…do you trust me?” He lowered his voice to a wicked tone that sent shivers through her body. “Will you stay and take your punishment?”
    He leaned forward so his face was close to hers. She could feel his breath on her cheek. She could smell his vanilla-and-leather cologne, which always made the scent-memory of sucking his cock for the first time in the library flash through her head. She studied the way his long eyelashes framed his dark green eyes, the curl of his strong lips, arching into those sexy dimples, his mouth so close to hers. Breathing heavily, he was so keyed up that the energy seemed to be jumping from his skin.
    She knew why. According to Charley, though Ford desperately craved the kink she was providing him, he’d never let himself explore it before. Had he ever even done this? Tied someone up since that fateful time when he was sixteen and caught in the early days of his kink? Charley had clued her in. Ford needed her—not just to be at his sexual beck and call—but to be tied to his desk, braving his dark punishment, submitting to his strong will, and enduring whatever pain he wanted to make her feel for him. This was the fire he was missing.
    Evie was sure she could do it. Even though she was frightened, she trusted him, and she could endure almost anything. But what Ford didn’t understand is that nothing physical he could do to her would hold a candle to the pain he was capable of causing her heart. Her and Charley’s. Ford might enjoy bondage and corporal punishment, but in matters of the heart, he was being a true sadist and he wasn’t even aware of it.
    She was mindful of her own breathing, heavy now, and the blood rushing in her veins, heating between her legs. With a deep breath she had one of those