Unwilling Pawn by Measha Stone

Chapter 17

Christian

“How’d you like Chicago?” Richie asked as I settled in behind my desk. Having been away from my businesses in New York for the past two months, I’d had to entrust them to Richie—my most trusted man after my own brother.

“I hate that city.” I leaned back in my chair. Most of my work was done in this office, but with Amelia here now, I would have to think about getting a separate place.

Richie huffed. “It’s no worse than this one. And the wife?” he asked with a grin.

“She’s fine.” I leaned over my desk, picking up my phone. It was already eleven in the morning. Amelia had been dead to the world when I rolled out of bed that morning. Her hair fanned out on her pillow; one arm draped over her stomach. The blankets had slipped during the night, exposing her breasts as she slept. As much as I wanted to reach across the bed and pluck her pert nipple, I forced myself to leave her be. She’d be sore from last night.

I’d planned to go slow with her, but once my cock touched her pussy, I lost myself in her. When I saw how beautifully she responded to pain, to the roughness, I didn’t even try to hold back. And she’d soared. It was one of the most precious things I’d seen in my life. Just thinking about it was making my cock harden again for her.

The door to my office opened while Richie rambled on, catching me up on business deals and money flow. Mrs. Johnson, my housekeeper, brought in a tray with a pot of coffee. She stepped inside, waited for me to give her a nod, then brought the tray to my desk. Richie paused in his rundown.

“Is my wife awake yet?” I asked.

“Yes. She’s already had some breakfast, and I believe she’s getting ready to go out for the day.”

“Out?” I raised a brow. She hadn’t been in the city for more than twelve hours, where did she think she was going?

“I believe she said so, yes. Should I give her a message?” She turned for the door.

I shook my head. “No. Thank you.” I drummed my fingers on the desk. “Leave the door open, Mrs. Johnson,” I called to her when she began closing it behind her.

Richie gave me a puzzled look but didn’t question me.

“The elections for city council are coming up. Where are we with that?” I asked Richie to get him going again. But my mind wasn’t on what he was saying. I was watching the door.

A few moments later, Amelia, dressed in a light yellow sundress with white sneakers, her hair loose down her back and a small purse strapped over her chest, walked past toward the front of the penthouse. I put my hand up to hush Richie and listened.

Although I couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, Amelia’s grumblings grew louder as she was no doubt detained at the front door. Did she really think she’d be able to just waltz out the front door?

“Where’s his office?” Her voice carried to me, prompting a grin to pull on my lips. She was angry. Ready for a fight.

I brought my attention back to Richie, just as Amelia appeared down the hallway, aimed at my office.

“You were saying?” I prompted Richie. I was being an asshole, taunting her the way I was.

He glanced over his shoulder then back at me. “Uh, I was just going over the intake for last month. All the…everyone’s accounted—”

“Are you seriously keeping me a prisoner here?” she demanded as soon as she stepped into the office. I slowly moved my gaze from Richie to her.

“I’m working, Amelia. Don’t be rude.”

She was too worked up to be embarrassed about having barged into my office. “Then tell your goons to let me the hell out and you can go back to doing…whatever it is you do.” Her eyes were ablaze, her cheeks perfectly flushed.

“Where do you want to go? Maybe I can spare someone to take you.”

I’d seen her upset before, but this was different. Her fingers rubbed together nervously at her sides, and she looked as though she were about to burst.

“It’s not safe for you to go wandering around the city, Amelia.” I stood from my desk.

“I don’t need a babysitter. Tell them to let me fucking leave!” She jerked her hand back at the open door behind her.

“Richie,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on my wife. This wasn’t about not getting to walk freely out the front door. No, she was angry about something else.

“I’ll call you later.” He got up from his chair, walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

“You raised your voice to me in front of one of my men.” I stepped around the desk, taking my time with my stride. She dropped her hand to her side, blinking several times. It was as though she were waking up from some sort of spell.

She took a deep breath. “I just want to go to the park.”

I nodded. “And you thought coming in here, yelling at me, demanding I do something was the way to get what you want?” I stopped just as I reached her. She had to tilt her head back to look up at me, the fire in her eyes still roaring, but the tension in her jaw slacked.

“I don’t want to be a prisoner here, Christian. I want to come and go as I please.”

“You’re not a prisoner. But it’s my job to keep you safe. Walking through a city that you’re unfamiliar with isn’t safe.”

“Really? Or is it walking around the city being your wife that makes me unsafe?” she shot at me. I’d give her credit; she had a valid point. There were plenty of enemies in the city. But touching my wife would be off limits. Unless they were trying to go for an all-out war.

“Your mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble; you should take care with what you say.”

“Why? Because I don’t lie? Because I don’t sit here and stroke your fucking ego like your men do?”

“No, your job is to stroke something else entirely.” I grinned, my cock already hard and pressing against the zipper of my trousers.

“You’re an asshole,” she said, taking a step back.

“I never promised to be anything else.” I shrugged. “If you really want to go to the park, I’ll have someone take you.”

“I want to go on my own.” She raised her chin. Apparently, this was a fight she wanted to have. Who was I to stand in her way?

“You keep saying that word want.” I gestured toward the door. “I already said you could go, but you will take someone with you. For your safety, Amelia.”

Rebellion glistened in her eyes as she moved her gaze away from me. “What are you really angry about this morning?” I asked, studying her for a long moment. She could take one of my men with her and ignore him the entire time. That wasn’t what was causing her mood.

“I’m angry because I’m a fucking prisoner.” She pinched her lips together.

“There’s that language again.” I licked my lips. “Such ugly words shouldn’t come out of such a pretty mouth.” I raised my fingers to her mouth, trailing her bottom lip.

“I’m an adult, Christian. I can swear if I want to.” She tried to sound irritated, but I could already see her pupils dilating.

“That’s true, except you’ve used more vulgar words today than in the entire time I’ve known you.” I dropped my hand to her jaw. “Such tension this morning.”

She tried to step back, away from my touch, but I grasped her chin between my fingers firmly. I wasn’t letting her get away that easily. She’d come looking for a fight, looking for something, and I wasn’t letting her leave until she realized it. And until I gave it to her.

“I just wanted to go to the park,” she whispered, moving her eyes to my chin.

I pushed her head back, cupping her jaw and squeezing my fingers into her cheeks until she brought her pretty eyes back to mine. “Are you sore from last night? Is that what has you so angry this morning?”

Her cheeks heated beneath my fingertips, her pupils enlarged.

“No, I’m fine.” She tried to pull away again, but my grip was too strong.

“Is that the problem? The tenderness faded away and you wanted it to last longer? You miss the bite of pain? Don’t try to move again.” With my left hand I reached around her, and fisted her soft curls, keeping her completely trapped before me.

“No. That’s not it. Let me go.” She tried to shove me, but she had no leverage.

“Ah. I see.” I let go of her chin but kept my grasp on her hair. “You’re angry because you loved it last night and you think that’s a bad thing.”

Her eyes snapped back to my face, betraying her. She really could not school her features.

“You’re insane.”

I grinned. “I’m a lot of things, Amelia.” I turned toward my desk, bringing her with me, forcing her to walk with me. “But insane is not one of them.”

Once at my desk, I shoved her over the front of it. Her hands flew forward to brace herself, knocking over a framed picture of my parents and a cup of pens.

“Did you enjoy the pain I gave you last night?” I asked, holding her down on the desk. She wasn’t quite tall enough for her ass to rise with the position. The hem of her summer dress danced as she switched from one foot to the other.

“Dammit. Let me up!” She smacked her hand into my desk. This was definitely a situation of the lady protesting entirely too much.

“Another ugly word.” I grabbed hold of the hem of her dress and flipped it up over her ass. She wore a white thong, exposing her cheeks completely to my hand. But I wasn’t giving her a spanking. It would only reinforce her idea that if she acted out, she’d get the pain she wanted.

“Just leave me alone.” Her shoulders sagged.

“I can’t do that.” I plucked the material of her thong and slid my finger beneath it, trailing it down through the crack of her ass and pulling it to the side. “Did you like when I had my finger stuffed into your asshole?” Without waiting for an answer, I shoved my middle finger up to my first knuckle into her ass.

She tensed and cried out from the intrusion. I was far in, but it would still create a nice burn for her.

“No. Of course I didn’t!” she outright lied to me.

I gave an exaggerated sigh. “And now lies fall out of that sweet mouth.” I pulled my finger from her ass and snapped her thong back into place.

“You like the pain, it makes your pussy wet, your heart race, why won’t you admit it?” I asked, rubbing my hand over her bare cheeks with my palm. “Just admit it.” Cupping her right cheek, I squeezed.

She remained silent, maybe waiting for the first swat to hit her creamy skin. But she wasn’t getting a spanking. Not when she wouldn’t admit such an obvious thing.

I pulled her up from the desk and kicked one of the chairs out of the way as I spun her around to look at me again. Confusion washed over her expression.

“Oh, sweet girl, when your mouth is naughty, your mouth gets punished.” I moved my hand to her shoulder. “Get down on your knees, Amelia.”

Her mouth opened; shock written all over her face.

“You chose to yell, to curse, to lie. Those choices have consequences. Now, get on your knees, before I force you there. And if I force you there, I’ll push you against this desk and fuck your throat so damn hard you won’t be able to talk for days.” My cock twitched just at the thought of doing exactly that. And the way her cheeks reddened, I was damn sure she’d enjoy that too much.

“Now, Amelia,” I said, my hands already on my belt buckle. Like an autumn leaf falling from the tree, she moved down to her knees in front of me. “Hands behind your back,” I ordered, unzipping my pants.

She grasped them behind the small of her back. A drop of fear mingled with the excitement burning in her eyes. The anger she’d come in the room with had been pushed away by her arousal. So much for teaching her a lesson.

I pulled my cock out, wrapping my hand around my thick shaft. I squeezed, just enough to take some of the pressure off. A bead of pre-cum formed on the tip of my dick and I stepped closer to her.

“Lick it off,” I ordered her, touching the top of her head.

“Christian. I…I’ve never…” She lowered her eyes.

“You’ve never had a cock in your mouth?” I asked, beyond thrilled to be the first to shove his dick down her throat.

She shook her head slightly, keeping her gaze down.

“Amelia, look at me.” I tapped her head. I could yank her hair back, but I wanted her obedience here. I needed her to do this willingly. She needed to do this on her own for her own pride, as well.

“Lick the tip of my cock, then open your mouth as wide as you can,” I ordered when her eyes lifted back to me.

The tip of her pink tongue swept across her bottom lip. She brought her gaze to my cock, again licking her lips. Leaning forward, she stuck her tongue out further. Lightly touching the bottom of my dick, she dragged her tongue over my round head, capturing the small bead onto her tongue before sitting back and pulling her tongue back inside.

My balls tightened at the first feel of her hot touch, but when she looked up at me, with her mouth opened wide, waiting for me to plunge my dick into her throat, I nearly exploded right there.

“Good girl,” I said and stepped closer to her until the tip of my cock pressed against her bottom lip. “Open wide, Amelia. If your teeth touch me, I’ll whip your pussy raw before we try this again.”

She widened her lips, slipping her tongue out along the bottom of my cock. I moaned and thrust my cock into her mouth, over her tongue and straight into her throat.

Instantly, she began to sputter, but I grabbed hold of her head, and held her steady. “Open your throat, baby, open for me,” I said, withdrawing just enough for her to get some air. “Just like that…fuck.” I thrust forward again.

She swallowed around my cock, dragging me further and further into her siren’s den. My fingers curled into her hair and I thrust harder and harder, only giving her a break to suck in more air.

Her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft while her tongue swept beneath, drawing out more sensations than I could untangle.

“Fuck, baby, fuck.” I thrust again into her throat. “Fuck, swallow it all, Amelia. Every drop.” I plowed across her tongue, again and again, until I stilled. Everything swirled in my vision as my cock spurted hot come down her throat. And like the good girl I knew she was, she swallowed. And when I continued to come, she swallowed again.

Completely drained, I softened my grip on her hair. I eased my cock out of her mouth. A drop of come rubbed across her lip as I stepped away. Before she could lick it away, I wiped it up with my thumb and shoved it into her mouth. Keeping her eyes locked on me, she swirled her tongue around my finger, taking the very last drop of my release.

“Such a good girl,” I said, withdrawing my thumb and cupping her cheek.

I redressed myself and looked down at my wife. Still on her knees, with her hands behind her back, expecting something as a reward. She’d sucked me dry; shouldn’t she get something in return?

I couldn’t suppress the grin crossing my lips. “Let’s go to the park,” I said, offering my hand to help her up.

She wrapped her fingers around my palm and moved back to her feet. Disappointment crossing her features.

“Something wrong?” I asked when she continued to frown at me.

“I just…well…” A heavy blush blossomed on her face.

“You thought since I fucked your throat, you should get some relief as well?”

She pierced her lips together, defying me by not answering.

But that was okay, I already knew. “What sort of punishment would it be if you had an orgasm?”

The guilt and regret that washed over her eyes at that moment made my chest warm.

“When you admit to me you like the pain I give you, that you get off on it, I’ll give you what you want. In the meantime, let’s go to the park.”

“I don’t understand you.”

I lifted a shoulder. “You have your whole life to figure me out.” I gestured toward the door. “We can start at the park.”