Page 26 of Risky Bet

Her ass was a pale, empty canvas and he couldn’t wait to paint it red. That would have to come another time, though. For now, he placated himself with three harsh swats to each cheek before thrusting two fingers in her already soaked pussy.

“How do you address me, sub?” he asked as he pumped in and out of her.

She moaned and didn’t respond, so he landed six more swats and plunged into her again.

“Answer me, sub, or I’ll get my hairbrush and give you a real spanking.”

“Sir, I call you Sir,” she whimpered as he continued finger fucking her.

“Better,” he said, pulling his fingers free. With his left hand, he took her by the elbow and helped her raise up. When she faced him, he shoved the two digits he’d fingered her with into her mouth.

“Clean my fingers, sub,” he said. She obediently sucked all of her juices from his hand. He pulled free of her mouth and pressed a kiss to her lips again.

“I’ll be keeping track of how many times you forget to call me Sir today. We’ll talk about what happens when it’s time for bed.”

She nodded, followed by a whispered, “Yes, Sir,” when he narrowed his eyes and scowled.

When his attorney arrived an hour later with a stack of boxes, he knew it was going to be an interminable day. Hopefully, Rylee would be OK without him and wouldn’t start to regret her decision to stay with him for the next month.

Her body was a welcome distraction from his plight, but he had no desire to bore her. That gave him an idea. Since he’d already worked her up with a mild spanking and some fingering, he would keep her on the edge for the rest of the day.

He picked up his phone while his attorney wheeled in more boxes.

Whatever you’re doing, stop and rub your clit for the next 5 minutes. No orgasm though. Just play with yourself.

He helped Jeremy open boxes while he waited for a response. It came just a minute later.

Yes, Sir.

“How close are your accountants to finishing your internal audit?” the attorney asked as he unpacked boxes on the coffee table in his office.

Memphis scowled and put the phone away. “They’re supposed to have a report to me by end of business today. I’ve also asked an independent forensic accountant to go over everything, but they just got started so it could be a week or more before we hear anything from them. I paid a lot to get bumped to the top of their list."

“OK, that’s good. You make a decision on looking into your executive board’s financials?”

Memphis leaned on his desk and watched his attorney work. “I really don’t want to, but if we’re not getting anywhere with the company records, I guess we have to. You really think someone on my own board is screwing me?”

Jeremy shrugged. “It seems like the only reasonable explanation to me. If it’s not one of them, it has to be you. And you’re adamant you had nothing to do with it.”

Memphis smacked his palm into the desk, causing Jeremy to jump. “I didn’t, and I’m tired of you making snide remarks about my insistence that I am not guilty.”

Jeremy raised his hands in the air. “Whoa, Memphis. I’m not implying anything. I’m just giving it to you the way a jury is going to hear it. No matter what we present, that’s what the jury will see. It’s one of them or it’s you. Our job is to provide them with someone else to blame, and since you won’t let me go after the people who had their money lost, I have to look to your board. That’s the only option we have for your defense at this point.”

Memphis sighed. “I’m sorry, you’re right. Yes. Let’s start digging. Andrew and Evan are on the approved visitor list to come and visit with me so if we can get them out of the way first that would be great.”

Jeremy nodded. “It will all be done quietly. Now, we need to start digging through all of this. Some of it is stuff the prosecution sent us. Some of it is business records I requested. I’ve got three paralegals going through another stack as big as this. The amount of information the prosecution sent over tells me they have a weak case and are trying to bury us in decoys so we can’t find the meat of what they plan to present.”

Memphis folded his arms as Jeremy opened a box and lifted it onto his desk.

“Pay a dozen paralegals to work around the clock if you have to. You know I’m good for it.”

Jeremy nodded. “Start working.”

Memphis scowled, but that’s what he got for insisting that he be deeply involved in his own defense. He got to spend the day pouring over company e-mails looking for a rat.

An hour after the first text he sent Rylee, he sent her another.

Finger-fuck your cunt and send me a picture of your fingers. If I can’t tell you followed my instructions just by looking at your fingers, I’m going to punish you later.

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