Page 89 of Skin In the Game (The BlackWater)

Maddie sat waiting in her apartment for him. She knew he was furious, she’d seen it in his face.

She’d gotten home, showered, scrubbed every inch of her body to get the last stench of Grant back off her. Sure he hadn’t touched her, but just being there, in that room, with his breath near her was enough to make her feel contaminated.

And now she was there, sat on the couch. sipping her wine, absentmindedly checking her phone, then putting it down, then checking it again.

What was taking him so long? She wondered. Was he doing it on purpose, dragging it, making her wait to be more dramatic? She just wanted him here already, she just wanted to face his wrath and get it over with but then she heard his footsteps approaching and she suddenly felt nervous, really nervous, and wasn’t sure she was ready for him after all.

He unlocked the door and walked in, pausing when he saw her and looking her up and down. She swallowed meeting his eyes then looking away. She was being a coward she thought, an absolute coward.

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head before taking his jacket and shoes off.

She wanted to speak, she wanted to say something, anything but she didn’t. She just sat there waiting, like a naughty child that knew they were in trouble.

He walked over to the side picking up the bottle of wine and pouring his own glass out before walking across to the other couch.

He took a sip, took another one, watching her now.

He was being dramatic, she realised. He was eking this out, making her squirm as much as possible.

She opened her mouth to say something and he cut across her.

“I’m doing the talking here.” He said and she shut her mouth then. “I told you not to do it. I told you I didn’t want you anywhere near him.”

“But he wasn’t talking…”

He threw her a hard look. “Are you going to disobey me again? I just said I was doing the talking and yet you just spoke.”

She swallowed but kept her mouth shut.

“I told you not to so why the minute my back was turned did you walk right in there?” He asked.

She looked at him, her heart was racing now, she could feel it in her chest, thumping so loudly.

“Answer me Maddie.”

“Brandon sent me in. We needed answers. He wasn’t talking. I knew I could make him talk.” She stated.

“And did we get anything of use from him?” He asked.

She shrugged. “We don’t know.”

“We don’t know.” Cole repeated but the tone of his voice sounded like he already knew the answer was no.

“Brandon gave me the go ahead.” She stated.

“I don’t care if he did. You disobeyed me Maddie.” Cole replied.

“I was trying to help. Can’t you see that?” She said.

“It doesn’t matter what your intentions were. You disobeyed me.” He snapped.

“So what now you’re gonna punish me?” She said before she could stop to think and he smirked slightly.

“Correct. Tonight you’re going to learn what it means to go against me.” He said in a way that sent a shiver through her.

Damn it Maddie, she thought, because she knew the shiver wasn’t because she was scared. She was excited, excited to see what would happen now that she’d pushed him.

He always threatened to punish her but now finally she would understand what he meant and she knew she was already desperate to see what it was. Fucking hell Maddie you slut, she thought but she didn’t care. She wanted this. She wanted his dominance now more than anything.

“What are you going to do?” She asked and he frowned slightly because he was certain her could hear excitement in her voice. He looked her up and down. Was she enjoying this, he wondered, was she turned on by the thought of his punishment. He shook his head slightly. This girl was more perfect, more dangerous to him than he even imagined.

“Take off your clothes.” He said and she didn’t hesitate. She just did it. Standing up and starting with her top, then her bra. She undid her trousers and slid them off, bending so that her breasts hung delectably like a treat. She was stripping, he realised, putting on a show. She went to take her knickers down and he walked up to her and ripped them off her. She gasped half in shock and half clearly in excitement.

“On your knees.” He said and she moved to follow the instruction.

He pulled something from his pocket and then stepped closer to her. Touching distance. He tweaked her nipples and she gasped. He wasn’t being gentle. He tweaked them again, harder between his thumbs and knuckle of his index fingers. He could feel them responding, feel them hardening into a bud and he looked down from her face to check they were hardened enough.

And then he slipped the clamps on.

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