Page 8 of His Toy

“A bad girl in need of punishment.”

“Whatare you, Brooke?” he demanded grabbing her throat his jaw tight, but she wasn’t scared. His eyes clearly showed he wasn’t through with her, with punishing her.

“A secret keeping bad girl who needs to be punished,” she said not about to say what he wanted her to, she couldn’t, wouldn’t not ever.

“You’re a whore,” he said squeezing her neck as he shot her ass full of his cum. “A whore who’s going to learn her place.”

“No.”

“You are,” he stated pulling back from her. He turned her back around and grabbed her throat again. “What are you?”

“Bad.”

“Wrong,” he said smacking her cheek. “What are you?”

“Secretive.”

“Get dressed,” he said undoing her wrists. “Until you learn what you are, you’re going to be punished, every wrong answer will increase it.”

“I’ll never admit to it Neil.”

“Yes you will, and then you’ll see how enjoyable being my whore can be,” he said kissing her but she knew she’d never admit to that, not even for him.

Chapter 3

Neil heard the knock at the door and groaned as he slid out of the bed. He looked at Brooke and sighed kissing her forehead. She was driving him crazy. He had pushed her to and past the breaking point a million times it’d seemed the last day and a half, but she refused to give in, and it was maddening. She wouldn’t accept being called a whore, refused to look at him when he called her it, and now he was trying to figure out why.

She was breathtaking and as good as it’d been, he wanted her to enjoy it just as much. She’d held off her orgasm every single time and he wanted to know what it’d take to push her over. Other than actual torture and not the enjoyable sexual type, he didn’t know what to try any longer.

“Mmm…” she sighed.

“Someone’s at the door…stay here,” he said as her eyes opened. He dropped a kiss on her lips brushing her hair from her face before slipping into a pair of jeans and tossing on a t-shirt. He opened the door and stepped back as Ted barged inside. “Yeah, sure come right in,” he said sarcastically as the others followed behind.

“Don’t take that tone with me. What happened to you finding the person leaving me corrections?” Ted asked.

“I stayed until two a.m. no one came in.”

“Then how did someone manage to leave this on my desk for me?” Ted asked holding out the book along with his proposal.

Neil glanced through them and turned to his brother with a look. “What are you complaining about? This is genius.”

“Iknowthat, but it was left on my desk and since you didn’t bother to answer your phone all day yesterday…”

“Excuse me for having a personal life, which you all happen to be intruding on at the moment,” he said giving them all long looks.

“Wait you’ve got a girl here?” Phil asked.

“Where is she, hiding in the closet?” Adam joked.

“She’s sleeping.”

“At one in the afternoon?” Simon said glancing at the clock. “Man little brother didn’t know you had it in you to wear a girl out.”

“All right get out,” he told them. “I don’t know who left that for you but be glad they’re not charging you a consultation fee.”

“Just tell me who went into my office Friday night.”

“A woman from the cleaning crew who barely spoke English so I highly doubt she did that or beat you at chess.”

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