Page 24 of Shattered Dreams
“No problem. One thing though…” he leaned in, close enough so he wouldn’t be overheard. “Can you grab me a wooden spoon?”
A slow smile crossed Storm’s face. “You got it.”
* * *
Nerves threatened to consume Lizzie, as she picked out several towels from the stack. Behind her she could hear the low tones of the men but couldn’t make out any of their words. She still couldn’t believe she’d struck out at Elliot. She knew better, and yet she’d still done it in the heat of the moment. She deserved whatever punishment that Master and Elliot decided. Part of her grew wet in anticipation while another was ridden with guilt. She needed a good hard spanking to put her to rights, and maybe that’s why she’d dumped the extra bubbles into the jacuzzi. She just hadn’t realized she was tempting fate with a dominant she knew virtually nothing about – one that Master had decided was within his rights to punish her.
“I’ll be right back.” Storm paused briefly next to her. “Listen to Master Elliot. Don’t make this any worse than it needs to be.”
“Yes, Master Storm.” She ducked her head as he left. She didn’t even wonder where he was going – too concerned about the fact that she was now alone with Elliot – a man she called Daddy in her dreams.It’s not reality,she reminded herself. Taking a deep breath, she gathered up several of the requested towels before turning to face the dominant who’d starred in a few of her late-night fantasies – much to her shame. She was a married woman. She had a dominant that she loved dearly, so why had Master Elliot slipped into her head? And why the hell did she keep thinking of him as her Daddy?
“Good, bring those over here. You can start wiping up the shelf around the Jacuzzi while we wait for your friend to return with the wet-dry vac.” He gestured to the decorative tile around the tub.
“Yes, Sir.” She carefully picked her way across the room until she was close enough to actually smell the scent of his cologne. She looked around, not sure where to set the towels down while she completed the task.
“Here give me those.” Elliot snagged the top of the stack while leaving the bottom one in her arms. “Go on.” He gave her a stern look.
“Yes, Sir.” She snapped open the towel and used it to push the bubbles back into the now empty tub. Evidently Master Elliot or someone had drained the large oval basin while she’d been the corner. It didn’t take long for the towel to become soaked with water and bubble solution. She’d really over done it this time, she thought.
She’d made it about halfway around the jacuzzi when Raine returned with the wet/dry vacuum. She jumped in surprise when he banged it against the frame of the door as he tried to wrestle it into the spa. Evidently, he’d decided to assemble it before bringing it in, and was now fighting with the long hose and attachment.
“Here, let me help you with that.” Master Elliot set down the towels on one of the dry sections of the shelf before hurrying over to Raine’s side. Between the two of them, they managed to get the unwieldly vacuum through the door without slipping on the many puddles of water streaking across the floor.
“Alright.” Elliot stood back with his hands on his hips after plugging it in to one of the outlets situated several inches up the wall and safely out of reach of the water on the floor. “Start sucking, young man.”
Lizzie had to bite her lip to stifle the giggle that wanted to burst free as Raine smirked but flipped on the switch. The loud rumbling of the vacuum filled the room as he started going over the floor.
“Enough standing around there, young lady,” Elliot scolded as he turned back toward her. “You can get over here and help him with the clean-up.” He gestured toward the wet surface the vacuum left behind. “Dry the floor after he sucks up as much as possible.”
“Yes, Sir.” She grabbed a towel from the stack before rushing to Raine’s side. Dropping the towel on the section he’d just finished, she placed her foot on it intending to use it to whisk away the residual water.
“No. On your hands and knees, girl.” Elliot barked out.
Her eyes widened. “Sir?”
“Don’t think I didn’t see that giggle you tried to hide when I told him to start sucking up the water.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry. It was…funny, considering that Rainy loves oral sex and everything.”
“Don’t draw me into any more trouble, Lizzie.” Raine muttered as he moved a few inches forward, sweeping back and forth with the floor attachment.
Without thought, Lizzie stuck her tongue out at her friend. “Fine, be that way. I’m only tellin’ the truth.”
“Hands and knees, Elizabeth.” Elliot spoke so close to her ear, that she nearly jumped out of her skin. The man was sneaky. She’d have to remember that.
“Yes, Sir.” She dropped down on the tile, wincing a bit when her bad knee protested.
“No…” Elliot stopped her. “Not like that.” He lifted her to her feet, then snagged the towel, rolled it into a thick cylinder and placed it back down on the floor. “Now, kneel.”
She lowered herself down onto the folded towel, sighing as it cushioned her knees from the hard tile. Then she twisted to look for another towel when Elliot crouched down on his haunches in front of her. “Sir? I need another towel.”
“No, you don’t.” He gently urged her forward onto her hands, before guiding her hips forward with a gentle grip on her waist, after whisking off the bath sheet. “Might as well remove this so you don’t end up going down on your face. Now scoot forward. I want to see that ass wiggle as you dry the floor.” He carried the bath sheet as he crossed the room to lean against the wall, obviously getting a clear view of her rear end clothed in nothing more than her tiny yellow bikini bottoms.
“Yes, Sir.” She flushed with both embarrassment and excitement. He actually wanted her to wiggle her ass as she dried the floor. Why the hell was that turning her on?
* * *
Max groaned softly as he watched his wife crawl around on the floor, drying it with the towel under her knees as that damned detective blatantly watched her ass. His cock strained against the pajama bottoms he wore, begging to feel the warmth of his hand. He couldn’t jerk off to this - he wouldn’t, he vowed. He’d accessed the cameras remotely on his phone at Elliot’s request. He almost hadn’t done it, but Storm had made a convincing argument. He probably would drive himself crazy until either of the men called him. And the fact that Elliot wanted him to watch? That was just icing on the cake, tempting as hell.
