“I don’t believe you. You can’t work for him.”
“What else am I going to do, Gaia? Nobody is going to hire a deadbeat dropout like me.”
I started pacing the room. The point of me staying here was to protect Gabriel, but if he was willingly choosing to stay here, what was the use?
“I want to take father down as much as they do.”
“I know that, but there must be another way.”
“Just trust me, Gaia.” His eyes pleaded with mine.
“I can’t even wrap my mind around this right now, Gabe. I need time to think. I’ll see you later.” I kissed his cheek and made my way out.
* * *
It continued to rain, thunder making me shake and shudder. I lay in bed and thought about nothing more than the man who’d made me feel. After a long time in my life, he’d brought me pleasure, made me want more. I hadn’t seen Arthur all day. I’d skipped lunch and dinner on purpose, opting to have fruit and yogurt in my room instead.. I’d hoped that me not joining him would annoy him.
I was laying on my bed, my headphones on, listening to music when my door swung open. Arthur stood, glaring at me. There was no denying the man was sexy as fuck in his fancy suits, his hair ruffled, looking like he’d run his hands through it over and over again.
“Where were you?” His voice boomed.
“Is that a trick question?” I quirked. “You’re talking to me right now.” I didn’t bother removing my headphones.
He stood over me looking furious. His anger amused me. He always looked confused when he was around me, like he wanted to slit my throat, yet his need for me outweighed the urge.
“Don’t test me, Gaia. You were supposed to join me for dinner. You skipped out on lunch too-”
“Last I checked, you skipped out on me first.”
“What does that have to do with anything? You’re the one who has to follow the rules.”
His eyes took in my white tank top and boy shorts, making me feel utterly naked under his gaze. The ravenous look in his eyes made me flush.
“I don’t follow the rules.”
He combed his hands through his hair, and for a moment, I thought he was going to storm out.
“Stand.” He demanded, and despite wanting to defy him, I did as I was told. There was an authority in his voice that told me he would not take no for an answer. I pulled off my headphones and stood in front of him. I made sure to press my chest against him, my nipples already pebbling at the nearness of him.
He sat on the bed. “Get on my lap, on your stomach.”
“What, I’m not going to be spanked.” I laughed. He pulled me down on to him, my stomach on his thighs. “Arthur-”
“Not a fucking word.” He growled. His erection pressed into my stomach, and I tried to wiggle off him, but he held me down. “Do not move.”
The way he said it made me not want to move. Instead, I wanted to dry hump his erection.
“This is going to hurt.”
He slipped off my boyshorts, and the cold air on my buttocks had me gasping. What the fuck was I doing? I shouldn’t let him do this.
The first slap on my ass shocked me, and I opened my mouth to protest. “Not a word.” He commanded. The second smack had me whimpering. It stung. He smoothed his palm over the sore area, and I was instantly wet. The next slap had me crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Why did I want him to keep doing this?
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you? But I need you to remember who’s in charge here.” His palm made contact with my skin once more, and this time, instead of smoothing it, he dipped a finger into my pussy. I tried to wriggle away, but it only made him curl it toward my clit. He pulled out of me and continued the torture of smacking and soothing me with his fingers. I wanted more, I needed more.
“Please, Arthur…”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he whispered.
