COME WHEN CALLED #6, The Punishment (Billionaire & Biker MMF Menage Romance Serial) by Piper Trace Page A
Authors: Piper Trace
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thoughts that whispers through a person’s mind, but no one never says out loud.
I’m not sure there’s anything I wouldn’t let this man do to me.
Would she stay and endure her punishment? “Yes I will, Mr. Hawthorne,” she whispered. “Punish me.”
He wanted to hurt her, or at least he wanted her to let him hurt her. She didn’t understand it, but she did know one thing…her thighs were trembling as much from lust as from fear. She thought of the sight of Charley kneeling before Ford and offering him anything. This act was her kneeling, her offering to Ford. It was what she was willing to give for him, and for them.
Ford’s face softened and he leaned in and cupped his hands around her cheeks. Her skin was wet with tears, and she knew he couldn’t miss them. She could feel his hands shaking. He pressed his lips to her forehead in a maddeningly slow gesture. She wanted him to just let her go, push her to the floor and make love to her with urgency, his body weight on hers making her feel very small, making her feel enjoyed, used, relished.
When he pulled back, his lips curled into a smile, then parted, and suddenly she wanted a kiss from him so badly she was ready to beg for it. Her heart pounded, and she waited. Time slowed. He didn’t move, and she couldn’t move, her restraints holding her across the desk. The only sound was their breathing, heavy and quickened. He pressed his thumb across her bottom lip. She implored him with her eyes, waiting, pleading for a real kiss.
“Please,” she whispered finally, as the tears came again. “Please kiss me first. …Mr. Hawthorne.” His eyes looked into hers, and they seemed to be searching, for what, she didn’t know. Then she watched in sickening defeat as a cloud passed over his face and instead of kissing her, he rested his forehead against hers.
“Evie.” His voice was a whisper of anguish. “What am I going to do with you? Why do you make this so difficult?”
She could ask him the same thing.
Taking a deep breath, he sat back, pulling his face far away from hers and the moment was over. Disappointment stung in a sharp jab, and she dropped her moist eyes.
Dammit.
She was furious with herself for her emotions. She had to concentrate on the sex he wanted and just give it to him. That was the only reason she was there. He was not interested in her heart, only her body. And she knew better than to get involved.
She steeled herself with great effort to be professional. She’d done this a million times during arguments with lawyers in her job as a paralegal—no room for emotions at work, even in heated situations. Besides, if Ford thought even for a minute that she was interested in being his girlfriend, or more, he’d probably throw her out. He’d told her before there was no room for that in his life, which was why he was paying her for the convenience of satisfying his sexual needs with no strings attached other than money, which he had plenty of and no hang-ups about sharing it.
It was no different than paying his chef to cook his meals. Sex, submission…they were just Ford’s needs, and she was just another service-provider paid to meet those needs. Evie was merely a well-paid member of his household staff, not unlike his housekeeper or his gardener. That depressing thought allowed her to smother her emotions with relative ease.
Ford had leaned back in his chair again, his hands folded together casually. “After this day, I’ll ask you to assume your punishment position whenever you’ve angered me or haven’t done your best to fulfill my needs.” He raised one eyebrow. “Or maybe just when I feel like using you like this—tied to my desk.” He paused, maybe to wait for her to protest, but she remained silent.
His voice took on a note of irritation. “Recall last night when I pulled the sheet off you so I could look at your naked body and you grabbed at it, pulling it back up?” Evie nodded as best she could in her position.
I’m not sure there’s anything I wouldn’t let this man do to me.
Would she stay and endure her punishment? “Yes I will, Mr. Hawthorne,” she whispered. “Punish me.”
He wanted to hurt her, or at least he wanted her to let him hurt her. She didn’t understand it, but she did know one thing…her thighs were trembling as much from lust as from fear. She thought of the sight of Charley kneeling before Ford and offering him anything. This act was her kneeling, her offering to Ford. It was what she was willing to give for him, and for them.
Ford’s face softened and he leaned in and cupped his hands around her cheeks. Her skin was wet with tears, and she knew he couldn’t miss them. She could feel his hands shaking. He pressed his lips to her forehead in a maddeningly slow gesture. She wanted him to just let her go, push her to the floor and make love to her with urgency, his body weight on hers making her feel very small, making her feel enjoyed, used, relished.
When he pulled back, his lips curled into a smile, then parted, and suddenly she wanted a kiss from him so badly she was ready to beg for it. Her heart pounded, and she waited. Time slowed. He didn’t move, and she couldn’t move, her restraints holding her across the desk. The only sound was their breathing, heavy and quickened. He pressed his thumb across her bottom lip. She implored him with her eyes, waiting, pleading for a real kiss.
“Please,” she whispered finally, as the tears came again. “Please kiss me first. …Mr. Hawthorne.” His eyes looked into hers, and they seemed to be searching, for what, she didn’t know. Then she watched in sickening defeat as a cloud passed over his face and instead of kissing her, he rested his forehead against hers.
“Evie.” His voice was a whisper of anguish. “What am I going to do with you? Why do you make this so difficult?”
She could ask him the same thing.
Taking a deep breath, he sat back, pulling his face far away from hers and the moment was over. Disappointment stung in a sharp jab, and she dropped her moist eyes.
Dammit.
She was furious with herself for her emotions. She had to concentrate on the sex he wanted and just give it to him. That was the only reason she was there. He was not interested in her heart, only her body. And she knew better than to get involved.
She steeled herself with great effort to be professional. She’d done this a million times during arguments with lawyers in her job as a paralegal—no room for emotions at work, even in heated situations. Besides, if Ford thought even for a minute that she was interested in being his girlfriend, or more, he’d probably throw her out. He’d told her before there was no room for that in his life, which was why he was paying her for the convenience of satisfying his sexual needs with no strings attached other than money, which he had plenty of and no hang-ups about sharing it.
It was no different than paying his chef to cook his meals. Sex, submission…they were just Ford’s needs, and she was just another service-provider paid to meet those needs. Evie was merely a well-paid member of his household staff, not unlike his housekeeper or his gardener. That depressing thought allowed her to smother her emotions with relative ease.
Ford had leaned back in his chair again, his hands folded together casually. “After this day, I’ll ask you to assume your punishment position whenever you’ve angered me or haven’t done your best to fulfill my needs.” He raised one eyebrow. “Or maybe just when I feel like using you like this—tied to my desk.” He paused, maybe to wait for her to protest, but she remained silent.
His voice took on a note of irritation. “Recall last night when I pulled the sheet off you so I could look at your naked body and you grabbed at it, pulling it back up?” Evie nodded as best she could in her position.
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