Page 31 of The Gambler's Prize
“After you gave her the come-on look all night,” I retort, stung into answering.
He lapses into chastened silence. Trying to make me feel guilty? I don’t care. My anger shows no signs of abating, uncooled by the night-time chill. I’m still raging as I lead the way inside my house. I bring him into the living room and light the oil lamp and then I just look at him, his disarrayed hair, the stain all over his lips.
“Your behavior was a disgrace tonight,” I say. “I have the greatest respect for Breta and her family, unlike you. But all you cared about was your own immediate gratification.”
His eyes are huge in the gloom, sad and confused. “Boss, it wasn’t like that. You’re making it sound so dirty. Prevana and I were just talking, and one thing led to another—”
“Obviously. You can’t control yourself at all.”
He blinks, shocked and hurt, but doesn’t answer back. That just makes me angrier.
“If you’re going to act like a brat, I’m going to treat you like one,” I say. “Stand in the corner and face the wall.”
His mouth drops open. “You’re not serious.”
“Dead serious.” I take a step toward him. “Now get over there before I really lose my temper.”
Hastily he runs for the corner. His fists are clenched with sudden anger, but he doesn’t dare turn back to face me. Good.
I lean close. “Your behavior tonight was unacceptable,” I say into his ear. “You will not be going out in public with me again until you learn to act like a decent citizen.”
Now his neck is starting to flush, his hands shaking.
“But I’m not a citizen,” he says slowly. “I’m your indentured servant.”
“Tough shit. You’re going to act decently while you’re under my authority,”
“If you want to punish me, do it properly.” His voice drops low and throaty. I lean close to make sure I didn’t misunderstand.
“Whatdid you say?” I growl.
“You heard. Punish me properly. Spank me.”
I step back, body and mind stunned. He’s unbelievable. I thought he was angry, but he’sturned on. When he should be petrified of me. He’s even more shameless than I thought. He keeps facing the wall, motionless like I told him, and all I can see is the back of his head, his long hair hanging halfway down his back, above the tightest ass I’ve ever seen. And fuck me, but my body starts to respond to his tone. Forgetting how rightfully angry I am at the spoiled pest.
“Youreallywant a spanking?” I say.
He nods, moving his head back just enough that his hair brushes my face. The softest of touches. Barely even a touch. Just the first flicker of a spark in a dry tinder box. It ignites my deadened nerves, my chilled heart. I can’t resist breathing in, smelling the scent of his soap and his skin. Something hits me with the suddenness of a desert thunderstorm. Desire. It roars through my body with a force I haven’t felt in years. It makesthe pre-tremor I felt while Florian played valet feel like nothing. I can’t fight it. Like a sudden desert flood carrying everything before it, I’m helpless. There’s no turning back. I hoist him into my arms and he shrieks. I carry him to the sofa and throw him roughly across my lap, face-down. That tight ass that has tortured me for weeks, prancing around in front of me in those thin breeches, is now right in my face. Now I’ve been invited to touch it. Begged to slap it. How hard does he want it? He wriggles across my knees. I feel him swell inside his breeches. He rubs himself against my thighs, making a low filthy noise. My cock, like last time, is too fast to respond to him. It makes me angry at myself.
“Not a word out of you while you take your punishment,” I growl.
“That might be a challenge,” he says. “You know how much I like to talk.” He clicks his fingers like he’s had a great idea. “Maybe if you put something in my mouth.”
I admire the audacity. I’m furious with him, and he knows it. Yet here he is taunting me, egging me on. Asking for my cock in his mouth. But he isn’t going to get his hands—or especially that gorgeous mouth—on me. That’s too intimate. I haven’t lost my senses completely. He’s still my enemy even if he can ignite my body. I dump him unceremoniously on the couch as I stand, enjoying his annoyed grunt and the confusion in his eyes as he looks up at me.
“Wait here,” I instruct.
I go upstairs and grab a dildo from the drawer in my bedside table. A big one for his big, annoying mouth. I half-fall down the stairs in my haste to get back to him, and brandish it at him.
“That better be clean,” he says, wrinkling that regal nose.
“Of course. What do you take me for?”
I shove the dildo into his mouth before he can annoy me any more and drag him back onto my lap. His eyes close andhe starts to suck the dildo without being told, soft, low moans leaking from his lips. I push his head down. He grunts, taking the toy deeper. I can’t take my eyes off his lips, still stained red from his misdeeds earlier, now stretched obediently around the thick shaft. I manipulate it, making him gasp and wriggle on my lap, lifting his head a little for breath. His body heats fast against mine. It’s like having a filthy little slut on my lap and I haven’t even started to spank him yet.
I’m hard too, breathing fast, and he must feel it, but at least he won’t be able to make any smartass comments with his mouth occupied. Without warning I crack him across the ass with my palm. It brings the loudest moan yet. He sucks desperately on the dildo like he’s trying to milk the life out of it. I grip his pretty hair and smack his ass again and again. The sound is loud in the quiet of night. His ass feels firm and perfect beneath my palm. Every time I make contact, his whole body quivers and his breath gets louder. The chastisement excites him, making him rub his erection against me. In the semi-gloom of the oil lamp I can’t see him clearly but the sounds of lust he’s making and the tension of his muscles drive me on. His shaking hands grip the sofa hard and he keeps nodding, wanting more. He could easily spit out the dildo and tell me to stop, but he doesn’t. I’m the one who decides it’s enough. He turns to look at me in disgust, removing the toy to let him speak.
“You done?” he says contemptuously.
