Page 67 of Say I Do

We went in cycles; slow spanking, hard paddling, soothing, and then we started all over again. By the time I sat the brush down, Harlow was a panting mess, his legs barely holding him up. I pressed a finger against his hole and wiggled it inside with nothing but a bit of spit.

“Fuck!” Harlow whimpered as his hands clung to the bed. “Benito, more.”

“No,” I said as I pressed against his prostate. “You really pissed me off. I need my limited staff. One chef, one cleaner, and Tony to assist me. That’s three people, and you’ve managed to irritate or injure two out of three of them.” I leaned over his back. “Your behavior is unacceptable.”

“I—” Harlow whimpered as I finger fucked him. “My temper. It’s always been bad,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

My chest squeezed. God, was I easily impressed or what? Two little words, and I felt pride swelling. Harlow was like a tornado, but he could be tamed. All he responded to was a firm hand and a hard cock, but he was teachable.

Harlow shoved back against my hand. “Fuck me already! I was nice and everything, come on,” he growled.

I slapped his ass. “No. You don’t get what you want just because you were nice for five minutes. You’ll wait for my cock until that room is cleaned up. All of it. And after that, you’ll help me scrub down the whole place if necessary. No cleaner means we have to do the job now.”

Harlow groaned. “This is worse than hell.”

“Not yet,” I grinned. “Wait until you have no dick for a few days.”

“Days!” he shouted and tried to stand up.

I shoved him right back down. “Shut up and lie there.”

Harlow squirmed as my finger plunged in and out. I finally pulled the digit free before I opened my nightstand. When Harlow was in the shower, I’d changed them back so I had the proper one. However, he’d clearly gotten a hold of them and switched them once more because the drawer nearly flew out and was stuffed with dildos. More than before, if that were at all possible.

Oh well. He shouldn’t have left this many tools at my disposal.

I pulled out one of the dildos that looked like a tentacle. It was a swirling mix of pink and purple. On top of that, it was huge. I grabbed the lube and slammed Harlow back down when he tried to see what I was doing.

“Mind your business. What I’m doing to your hole is none of your goddamn business.”

“That doesn’t sound scary at all,” Harlow whispered.

“I really hope it does. Nothing makes my dick harder than fear.”

Harlow shivered. “You’re insane.”

“No more than you, mostricio.”

I lubed him up before I slipped my fingers in one by one. Every time I stretched him out, he hissed before it turned into a deep moan. By the time I was able to stuff four fingers in, I pulled them out, wiped them on the bedspread, and grabbed the toy. Carefully, I rubbed it against his hole before I started to push it inside.

“What is that?” he groaned. “Oh, shit.” He wriggled. “That’s one of mine.”

“You know them by feeling it in your ass? What a slut.” I pushed in deeper. “This will have to keep you company until you do what you’re told. Once my floor is clean, I’ll give you my cock.”

“That’s bullshit!” he snapped. “You can’t just— Ah, shit!” he cried out.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I said. “Besides, after stabbing me last night, you deserve it.”

Harlow didn’t protest either because he knew I was right. Or maybe it was because his mouth no longer worked. I liked finding new ways to shut him up.

The toy slipped in bit by bit until it was plugged into his ass. His hole was spread around it, opened up and ready to be used. It took everything in me not to take it out and stuff myself inside instead.

Focus. I can’t give in that easily, or he won’t learn.

I pulled back, and Harlow shakily got to his feet. He looked at me. His face flushed as he panted and lifted my shirt to show me his wet, aching, red cock. Harlow touched it softly and licked his lips.

“I’m so hard,” he whispered. “You’re going to leave me like this?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “That doesn’t mean I have to suffer with you, though.”

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