Page 149 of Not A Whisper

“Please, Trip,” I beg hoarsely. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare let go of the edge of the desk,” he warns.

He must see the way the rest of my body is going slack. I don’t have much more in me. I’ve been bent over his desk with my legs spread, face pressed against the smooth surface, and my hands gripping the other edge for the past twenty minutes. There’s only so much a human can take without breaking.

“Please…” I beg him.

“If you didn’t want to be punished, why did you explicitly do exactly what we told you not to do?” he demands.

I wince as a hand comes down and smacks against my raw ass.

“I wanted to support Lance’s appeal. It’s been two years, isn’t that enough? And he has a kid?—”

“He burned down my business!” This time Trip smacks me four times on either side of my ass.

I sob harder. “It wasn’t him. He was the getaway driver!”

“I’m not rehashing this with you again,” Trip snarls. His dick suddenly surges into me, and I cry out. “Again, what did I tell you about making a sound?”

Before he can start to work my body back up, the phone on his desk rings. Trip stills inside of me. I can’t help it. It’s instinctual the way my hips push back against him, needing him to make me cum.

“Cut it out,” he growls. He picks up the phone and answers it, “What?”

I can’t tell whose voice it is on the other end of the phone, but I have a feeling it’s one of the front desk assistants calling from downstairs.

“Yeah, send him up.”

Send him up? Wait, what? As Trip hangs up, I start to straighten. His hand shoves me down, pressing between my shoulder blades. He thrusts sharply into me, and I hiss.

“Kai’s on his way up to give me the news about the new horse. You’re going to be a good little doll, get on your knees under this desk, andholdme in your mouth until he’s gone. If you can do that, I’ll end your punishment. Tell me you understand.”

My nod is jerky and awkward.

“I said tell me,” he growls and smacks my ass. My butt clenches around the plug and I choke on a groan.

“Yes, yes, I understand!”

Trip pulls out of me and back up. “Then get moving.”

“B-but what about the plug?” I ask slowly, straightening and wincing as I do. Oh god, I’m going to be sore for days. Trip’sreallypissed.

I turn around to face him. The hard press of his mouth and his dark scowl are impressive and intimidating. Had I once claimed he’s gone soft? If anything, over the past two years, he’s gotten more creative and more intense.

I both love and hate it.

“What about it?” he asks.

“He’ll hear it!”

“It’s quiet enough that he won’t even notice. Now get on your knees.”

My face heats up in mortification but I can tell by the dark glare, Trip is not going to give in on this. Grimacing, I slowly sink to my knees. At least my knees get to rest on my skirt that had puddled by my feet when Trip removed it earlier.

In my squat position, the butt plug deepens and the vibrations grow more intense. A shiver rushes down my spine. Oh this is going to be miserable. I scoot backward, under the desk,as Trip sits down in his fancy leather rolling chair. Everything in his office was designed with him in mind. From the herringbone hardwood floors to the dark colors on the wall and the artwork of classic motorcycles, this room screams Trip’s. Grant and Jason each have their own office on the second floor of the house we’d converted into the welcome center of Silver Staghorn Ranch and both rooms are tailored to them.

Just as Trip rolls forward, his lap joining me under his desk, there’s a knock at the door. Bracing my hands on his thighs, I lean forward and take his dick into my mouth. I can taste myself on him.

“You don’t have to knock, Kai,” Trip drawls.

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