Page 84 of From the Ashes

“What are you doing?” I hear Bishop ask. “Why do you sound like that?”

“Because I have a little brat in the middle of my desk, pleasuring herself, and she won’t let me touch,” he growls.

Bishop’s booming laugh fills the room, and I can’t help but smile at the sound. This week has been solemn, and even if they have been fucking me every chance they get, there’s none of the easy happiness we’ve found between the fires we keep putting out. “Put me on speaker.”

“No.”

“Do it,” I tell him as I swirl my fingers around my sensitive clit. My wetness is dripping all over Crew’s desk, and a part of me hopes he can’t get the smell out, and every time he sits here, he’s reminded of this very moment.

Crew does as he’s told, and Bishop’s voice comes out clearer now. “Are you being a bad girl, love?”

“No, Bishop. I’m just teaching Daddy Crew a lesson,” I tell him with a wicked smile he can’t see.

“I bet you are, love. Tell me, is your pussy wet from teasing him?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m dripping all over his desk.”

“Good girl,” he praises. “He deserves to have a taste of his own medicine for ignoring you this week, doesn’t he?”

I hold Crew’s eyes as they darken further, which only makes my smile grow. Bishop getting involved with this is even better than I expected. “Yes.”

“And he hurt you by distancing himself, didn’t he, love?”

“He did.” A moan slips from my throat as I increase the pressure on my clit. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up before I come, and when that happens, the fun and games will be over, and Crew will most definitely punish me for teasing him like this.

There’s silence for a moment, only the sound of Crew’s heavy breathing and my soft moans, before he suddenly moves forward, bringing his face up to meet mine, but holding my feet on his knees so I can’t escape. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, Little Menace. That wasn’t my intention, I just thought you’d be better off if I did what we both knew what needed to happen.”

Bishop blows out a breath. “For a moment, I thought hell was freezing over and I had to check that pigs weren’t flying after that apology left your mouth, but then you fucked it up.”

“Fuck off. I didn’t ask you.” He reaches for the phone, but I move it away from him because if it’s just the two of us, there’s a risk of him saying something that could really hurt me, and after all we’ve been through recently, I don’t know if I can handle that.

“No, but he’s right,” I whisper, not trusting my voice not to crack under the emotion weighing down on me. “What you’ve been doing isn’t what I thought needed to happen. What I thought needed to happen was a conversation about what I want in the future and what you’re happy to be involved in. Because that’s how relationships work. That’s how adults communicate and work through things together, but instead you shut me out.” Tears gather at the corners of my eyes, and I blink them away before they can fall. I don’t want to cry right now. It’s not a part of the plan I made the second I sat down on the edge of the desk, and it’s not going to get us anywhere.

“Camilla—”

“You got any ties in your office, Crew?” Bishop asks, earning the phone a confused look.

“Yeah, in the drawer.”

“Tie him to the chair, love. Show him what he’s missing out on while he’s being an asshole.”

Crew stares at me for long seconds, and my stomach does a somersault at the idea of this powerful man being at my mercy. I’ve never thought about being in charge before, but I can see the appeal.

I slip off the edge of the desk and drop to my knees beside him, dragging the drawer open and immediately finding what I’m looking for.

The two ties are both black, presumably because they would go with whatever he’s wearing if he had to get out of the compound quickly.

“Little Menace,” Crew warns.

“Don’t let him give you that stare and then you back down,” Bishop says from the other end of the phone, and I force a breath into my lungs before reaching for Crew’s arm.

He stares at me for long seconds, and I think he’s going to say no, but then he sighs and gives it to me, allowing me to secure his wrist to the arm of the chair.

I repeat the process on the other arm, testing the knots to make sure he can’t escape too easily, but I’m well aware of the fact that if he wants to escape, he’s going to do just that, regardless of how well I’ve tied the knots.

“He’s secured,” I tell Bishop, and I’m rewarded with a chuckle from him and a growl from Crew.

“Fuck, I wish I was there to fuck you in front of him and then leave him high and dry.”

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