Page 57 of Crushed
“There’s not much better in this world than this.”
“Is that right,” he said, sneering. “If you’ll excuse me.”
Issac disappeared to the open bar. Jen was still underneath Warden, her tongue out as he dragged the bottoms of his feet across it, but Warden’s eyes were still on Scarlett, taking her in. I used a free finger to rub her puckered ass, and the sensation sent her over the edge. She cried out, and I held her tight.
“That was beautiful,” Warden said. He stood, resting one foot on Jen’s chest, and reached out for Scarlett. “Is it my turn yet?”
There was a chance that our business deal hung on this exchange. That if I let him take Scarlett, enjoying her at his own disposal, I would own TSP by morning. It was an act of goodwill, as much as it was an act of power, an act of dominance. With any other woman, it would have been a small price to pay, a small loss in comparison with the rest.
But part of my duty as Scarlett’s owner was to protect her. If she wanted to be used by random men, then so be it, I could guide her through that journey. But right now, she was trusting me to keep her safe. She could make no decisions on her own, and the thought of Warden rubbing his saliva-soaked feet on Scarlett’s perfect red lips made me clench my fist, ready to defend her against it.
And it made me fucking crazy to think of another man touching her.
“There will be no other turns,” I said as politely as I could muster, then pulled Scarlett into my lap. “I assume I’ll see you at the entertainment show?”
Warden titled his head. “You’re cutting me off then?”
“It’s not about cutting you off,” I said. “It’s about knowing who wants to touch my property when I could be enjoying that slice of paradise.”
I kept my eyes narrowed on him, and Scarlett fidgeted in my lap.
“I see,” Warden said.
After Jen put Warden’s socks and shoes on his feet, he scampered away and she followed closely behind. I had royally fucked myself out of an easy deal, but it was worth it to have Scarlett to myself.
I pulled her across my lap, bending her over like a schoolgirl. Pushing the dress to her waist, I rubbed her bare bottom, the hints of faded bruises like a watercolor painting on her body. Her arousal dripped down her legs. I spanked her, hard and firm on the ass. The sound ricocheted through the room. A few people turned to watch us, to watch her.
She shot a look at me, but I pushed her down, lowering her across my lap. Then I hit her ass with a firm palm, so many times that she wiggled and writhed and moaned, trying hard to stay in my lap when her instincts told her to get out, to move away from the pain. The struggle riled me up, made me want to conquer her. The sting in my hand was invigorating, the warmth of her skin like an aphrodisiac for what was to come.
She looked back at me over her curved back, the radiance in her eyes unmistakable.
“Your eyes are begging the question,” I growled in her ear. “Why am I doing this? How dare I punish you when you’ve obeyed my every order. You know why I’m doing this, Scarlett?” I spanked her ass again as hard as I could and she wailed out. “Because I fucking want to. Because you are too god damn perfect to be real.”
Her face turned a deep crimson in humiliation and enjoyment, and she pushed her ass into my palm, asking for more of it. More of the punishment. More of me.
A crowd had formed around us, watching as Scarlett writhed in my hands.
Fuck the entertainment show. We were the entertainment.
But I wasn’t going to share the view any longer. I had botched the deal; there was no use in staying at the event. I had other plans in mind.
I yanked her to her feet. “Pull yourself together,” I whispered harshly. “We’re leaving.”
