Page 71 of Corrupt Game

Still not being gentle, he shoved it in and took it right back out. There wasn’t nearly as much resistance as the first time, but it still had me wincing.

“Ow, that hurts.” I reached back to pull my cheeks apart, hoping that it would help.

“Oh, really? Did you expect love and tenderness from our arrangement?” He snickered at my naivety. “You need to be fucked, but the choice is up to you.”

This time, he put one that was slightly bigger in instead. I had no idea there were bigger ones. It filled me, and I wiggled. That wasn’t going to make it come out. If anything, this one was in there good and tight.

“When you test me and smart off like that, then there are consequences for your actions.” He slapped my ass harshly. “Get yourself dressed.”

No dignified way to walk it off, I hurried to the bathroom where I’d left my clothes.

When I returned, I was dressed for the day and wearing this large bulbous thing called a plug that made me want to ride a dick more than ever in my life.

My features were schooled to show no emotion. I wasn’t going to let him win and this was the only way I knew to do it.

Breakfast was a quiet affair with no extra punishments.

As an added incentive for him to jump me, with my permission of course, I had kept my bra off for the day.

I wasn’t large enough that it was going to hurt not to wear one, but it was going to get his attention.

Ian didn’t speak when we’d finished, but held out his arm to escort me to the office.

Again, I worked hard to make all my assets stand out. No one else was in the room with us, so I managed to spill a little water on my blouse during lunch.

My nipples were predominantly displayed as if there wasn’t a shirt covering them.

He leaned over and pointed to a couple of items on the data sheets in front of me.

“This here is the problem. Find a way to work around that and all the rest will fall into place.”

His finger brushed a hair out of the way as he whispered in my ear.

“Nice try, but I’ve withheld from temptation many times over the years. I can outlast you any day. Besides, I have a tasty little story for us this evening.” His voice rumbled over my neck, and I had to steel my body not to react.

“I’ll be out of the room for the afternoon, make sure those numbers are done before you leave for the day.” He patted my shoulder and disappeared.

He had a habit of disappearing and appearing when he wanted to. It was irritating. I still had no idea how he did it.

There wasn’t any time to think about what he was capable of because I had to get these numbers done. It was the job I was being paid to do.

Rossi had left when Ian did, and I lost track of how long I’d been working until the door opened.

“The boss says to take a break, eat, and come back to it after dinner.”

His gruff manner continued to throw me off. I wasn’t sure if he was simply mad all the time or that was just the way he’d been made.

“That is a wonderful idea.” I stood, stretching. Rossi never even looked in my direction.

Either he was gay or knew that I was off limits. It was nice to know that I was untouchable unless the boss himself wanted me dead.

With that much power, he could have ordered it done and Rossi would have shot Andy without a blink.

That made a lot more sense in the scheme of things, I thought as I walked to the restroom to handle my needs. He never had to get his hands dirty. So there would be that separation from ordering a kill to doing the deed himself. Was that the difference? Why I experienced one side? Why I actually felt safe with him?

Why did Ian have my best interests at heart? When did I start thinking of him as Ian?

I had been so tied up in work that I’d literally ignored all of the signs that I should get up and move around.

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