Page 26 of The Ownership Clause

“None of that. This is a punishment. You’re going to stay this way for the rest of the evening,” he said. His nostrils flared.

“No, Sir, please no,” I gasped out.

He casually lowered the zipper of his suit pants and tugged out his cock. I bit the tip of my tongue when he walked closer to my head and leaned his thighs against the table. Less than a minute later I moaned as his cum dotted my shirt. He was so fucking sexy jerking off, and I couldn’t touch him at all.

I wanted that cock in my mouth.

Fuck, I wanted it in my ass even more.

This was hell.

A perfect hell.

I whimpered and flexed, needing his cum in me instead of on me.

“God, you’re such a whore,” he said, then laughed. It almost sounded like an endearment.

10

ALBION

I walkedaround the house doing mindless chores while naked. I ignored the sounds coming from Wade where he lay across my table because it was mostly skin on glass each time he tried to move. There were a few groans peppered in, too, and while I listened for the safe word, nothing came. That was the thing I’d learned about Wade—disappointing me didn’t seem to be in his future plans; at least, I hadn’t thought it was until I’d gotten the call from Indy. Wade’s abject fear was interesting to see in his eyes, but there was something else that had me even more intrigued.

I grabbed my phone and texted Massimo.

Albion: Your cousin still owns that security business, right?

I set my phone on the breakfast bar and glanced at Wade. His hard cock slapped against his belly, the head flushed red. I hadn’t even touched him, and he was ready to go again. I’d never met anyone so fucking perfect.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up to check it.

Massimo: Yeah. What services do you want?

Albion: Intel on my new sub.

Massimo: You think he’s spying or something?

Albion: No. I want to know everything about his life.

A moment later, the phone’s shrill ringtone filled the room and I grabbed it. I stalked past Wade. Ignoring his whimpers, I went into my bedroom and slid the door closed before I answered.

“Yeah?”

“Why?” Massimo drawled, unimpressed. I didn’t have to see his face to imagine it in my mind, his mouth pursed in displeasure and eyebrows low in irritation. Massimo and I did things differently when it came to our subs.

“Because.”

“That isn’t an answer.” He sighed. “I thought you hated this guy.”

“I do,” I said as truthfully as I could, though I wasn’t too sure if I truly believed it anymore. My loathing of Wade had slowly begun to diminish the more I played with him, and I would be lying if I said he did horrible work. He had the skills for the job.

Massimo stayed silent, waiting.

I exhaled. “I don’t want any distractions from our playing. You know me, I like my subs to be content and happy so that when we do a scene, they’re fully present.”

He grunted as if he didn’t believe me. He’d never been as involved as me when it came to his subs, though. He preferred to leave the domestic part of it outside, whereas I felt like what happened in my sub’s life affected our play. “Fine. If you’re so invested in this boy, I’ll send you Adrian’s info.”

With that, he ended the call.

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