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“You know you fucked up once, Tony, that is something you could have come back from, but fucking up twice, you have to pay for that,” I tell him as I push back on my chair, the scraping of the legs echoing through the container. I stand to face him so we are eye to eye. “Tonight … You will be punished.”

Chapter36

Frankie

Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Coming in here like he owns the place …the fact he does is irrelevant right now!I’m pissed at him, and the fact he thinks he can tie me up until he is ready for me is a joke.

He has the audacity to come over to me and treat me like I belong to him when I belong to nobody. I try to say that, but the gag prevents me, which is probably good, because in both my head and heart I know he has me. Even if I don’t want to say it out loud, denying it will be what he wants because he’ll want me to beg for him, and right now … I just don’t know.

Every time I see him, I want him, but I hate my reaction to him. I want to beat the living shit out of him. He made me like this, made me drop my guard around him, and now all I want is to be with him, but can I forgive this? Even though I know deep down the way I feel has gone way past lust! I scream into my gag and pull at my ties, but he just smirks at me.

I have no idea what he has planned, but he is pissed at Tony. I eye the mattress Tony dragged over, and I am curious. I don’t know what he is thinking, and I can’t even ask. Fuck him and fuck this fucking gag!

“I see you’re both interested in what’s to come.” He smiles as he sits back down and looks at Tony and then back to me.

“Look, boss, I can make this up to you…” Tony begins but cuts off when Nicolas looks at him.

“Oh, you will, and like I told you earlier, from now on you will do everything I instruct you to do.” He inhales and sits back in his chair.

“Strip her,” he tells him and looks over to me with a smile on his face.

What the fuck!

“Boss?” Tony questions.

“Did I fucking stutter?” Nicolas shouts, turning his head and looking at Tony, his jaw clenched tightly.

Tony exhales loudly. “I heard you,” Tony tells him as he makes his way over to me and pulls out his pocket knife, cutting my T-shirt away, my trousers follow as I struggle against him. I don’t know why because as soon as he starts to remove my clothes, my body takes over, and I instantly let out an involuntary moan. Now I’m thankful for this gag! I fucking hope they didn’t hear, but judging from the look Tony gives me I think he did.

Looking up I see Nicolas watching me, studying my every move, as the rest of my clothes fall away and the cool air nips at my warm skin, causing goose pimples to cover my body.

“Tell me, Tony, how wet is she?” His voice is calm, but his eyes remain fixed on mine.

I feel his hand slip between my legs and smoothly glide between my wet folds. He looks up, knowing as well as I do that I’d be wet. “Soaked” is all he says.

“Make her come all over your fingers,” he tells him and stands, approaching us.

I look at Tony and watch as he closes his eyes and exhales as if in relief. I am not sure why he seems to be relieved. His boss wants to watch him make me come, doesn’t he find that odd?

Before I can think anymore about it, I feel his fingers tease my sensitive bud before he slowly eases inside, working his fingers in one by one, my hips moving in time. I can’t help it … it feels so fucking good.

Nicolas crouches beside me, watching Tony’s fingers disappear inside me. He reaches up and yanks the gag from my mouth.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” His face shows no emotion as he huffs out a laugh. “I always knew you were a dirty little slut,” he tells me as he stands and grips my cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, making my lips pucker.

“You’re my little slut!” he shouts, spit landing on my face.

My pussy clenches as I watch him, and he looks hurt but that vulnerability doesn’t stay on his face for long. He drops his hands from my face and swings his arm back, hitting Tony and knocking him off his knees.

“Fuck!” His spits blood to the floor and reaches for his nose, grumbling, “I think you broke my nose.” Tony looks up at Nico.

“Did she come yet?” he questions as he wipes his arm across his forehead.

“Wha-what?” Tony pants and gets back to his knees.

“You fucking heard me.” Nicolas drags Tony so he is back in front of me. “I told you to make her fucking come all over your fingers.” He pushes his head down, and I feel a trickle of his blood hit my stomach and run slowly down toward my pussy. The constant drip of his blood coats my body and my arousal peaks.

“Ah, fuck,” I moan as I move my hips, desperate for one of them to ease the ache I have inside.

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