Page 97 of Provocation
‘Later, Blake is going to give you a backrub while I eat your pussy,’ he promises, his grin widening with my eyes.
He leaves the bed and disappears into the bathroom. I sigh, wanting to stay here in this little cocoon of ours, but I get up as well because I need to check on the latest batch.
I throw on one of the guy’s shirts and slip on Shade’s shoes to pad across the cellar to the lab.
I start making sure all the levels are right, running a couple of tests. I flip open one of my textbooks to read ahead while I’m waiting for the results.
A little while later, I notice Mav standing by the door. He’s watching me silently, leaning against the wall as he sips hiscoffee, and I wonder how long he's been there. He doesn't say a word, but as I close my textbook, he saunters up, puts his mug on the table, and then bends me forward over it.
‘Do you have any idea how hot you look in here with just my shirt on?’ he practically snarls in my ear. He nips my neck with his teeth, making me shudder and my legs widen almost involuntarily.
He shoves three of his fingers inside me and I squeal at the stretch, but I’m so wet from earlier it doesn’t really hurt.
He spears me, not being gentle, but I find my hips pushing backwards to get them to go deeper. He adds a fourth and by the time he's finished, he's got his entire fist inside me within a matter of minutes. The lab is filled with the wet slap of our movements and the sound alone would be enough to make me spiral toward that pleasurable abyss.
He brings me my second release of the morning, smiling as my legs shake and I grip onto the table hard.
Before he disappears, he gives me a lingering kiss on the shoulder, telling me to come and take a shower. I finish up in the lab and go back over to our bedroom. I find the bathroom empty and Mav’s just getting dressed.
There's a mug of tea and a muffin waiting for me, and I murmur a thank you before I have a quick shower. I get dressed for the day in a pair of jeans and an oversized sweater. I put my hair up into a high ponytail, and I go upstairs to the club.
It's been abnormally quiet the past day or two because everyone's already gone home for the holiday.
I spend the rest of the morning studying with my guys up in the office and listening to Shade talk through some of the financials of the club with Blake.
Envy certainly seems to be bringing in more people and making some money.
All too soon, however, it's time to go to the KIP house so that I can be picked up by the Banderville’s car for what will definitely be a Thanksgiving dinner to rival the worst of the meals I lived through in the Novelle dining room.
They drive me over in the truck just before it's time.
When we go inside, there's a box on the kitchen table and one of the juniors says it came for me that morning.
I open it to find a black dress with sparkles on it. The fabric is coarse, and I already know it'll feel like sandpaper against my skin.
A piece of paper falls slowly to the floor.
Wear this. JB
I sneer at the note, but I know what will happen if I don't do as I'm told.
I’ve already decided that I want to get through this dinner without any kind of painful punishment, and if that means following his dumb rules for a couple of hours, then so be it.
I go up to my room and dump the box on my bed. I find underwear under the dress. A thin, black lace bra and a black thong. I don’t want to wear them, but he might check somehow so I put them on, resolving not to tell the guys about that part as I change into the dress. It's just as weirdly old-fashioned and uncomfortable as I thought it would be. With the scratchy underwear beneath, it’s even worse than I’d feared. The dress is oddly dowdy but also a size too small, making my breasts spill out of the unflattering, square neckline almost lewdly.
He didn't bother to send shoes either, so I throw on the black pumps that I wore to my mom’s funeral.
I don't wear the jacket that Blake got for me. I don't want anything that they've got me anywhere near the Banderville house to be tainted.
I get a message from one of the guys downstairs to tell me there's a car here for me, and my stomach does a final, nasty flip. When I come out of my room, Blake, Shade, and Mav are waiting for me, their expressions grim.
‘If you need anything,’ Shade says, ‘you message us, okay?’
I nod. ‘Where will you guys be?’
‘Here or at the club,’ he answers.
‘You don’t have to go to your father’s for Thanksgiving?’
