When I stare down at her, she smiles a wicked, evil grin.
Oh, I get what’s going on here. She’s fucking with me. And I’m about to give her hell, but then her mouth is back, and I let it go.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg as she sucks hard on the head of my cock, sending me in a whirlwind of sensation. Her hand is still on my sac, but at least she’s being nice and not tugging on it anymore.
But when I feel a stray finger start to massage my taint, I nearly catapult off the counter.
“Maggie…I mean, ma’am.” She’s sucking the life out of my dick and massaging the space between my balls and ass, but she’s not letting me come, and I’m about to lose my fucking mind.
“Please, please, please don’t stop,” I beg, slightly thrusting my hips forward to meet her mouth. And just like before, the head of my dick tightens, my balls lift, my body tenses, and I know this is finally it. I can see heaven before me, ready to let it engulf me. My feet almost lift off the floor. My spine straightens, and my skin pricks with anticipation.
But then it’s just…gone.
“No…” I say with a groan as I stare back down at her.
To my utter horror, she lifts the waistband and tucks my poor, aching dick back into my shorts.
“I—I didn’t come,” I stammer—as if she couldn’t tell.
She stands up and places her hand on my chest. “Coming wasn’t your reward. You’ll have to do more for that.”
“What?” I’m gaping at her in horror.
“A little discipline is good for you, Beau. I’m doing this so you understand just how serious I am. You don’t come unless I tell you to. And you have to ask politely every single time. Is that clear?”
My mouth is hanging open, and my body is locked up in a vise grip. I’m angry and worked up and I want to tell her to fuck off and let me come, but at the same time…this is the most I’ve felt in a long time. Even if it is anger. At least it’s something.
Through gritted teeth, I obstinately mutter, “Yes, ma’am.”
Rule #14: Do no let those warm, fuzzy feelings get in your way.
Maggie
I can’t believe I just did that. Oh my God, I cannot believe I just did that.
I’m headed to my office—the only room I’ve gotten even remotely set up, leaving him alone in the kitchen with his neglected hard-on.
I hear him hot on my tail before I even have a chance to sit down. My hands are still shaking and there is a pool of arousal in my panties that I’m opting to ignore at the moment.
I’m over the fact that Beau is a lot younger than me. Hell, I’m already mostly over the fact that he’s Emerson’s son. But seeing his cock today, feeling the heavy weight of it against my tongue, made me realize that he is just another man, with the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. No wonder Beau has been wreaking havoc with that smug ego of his—he’s been carrying that thing around this whole time.
It makes sense now why Charlie stayed with him as long as she did.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he calls out from the hallway as he follows me into my office. “What do I have to do to get that reward?”
I look up and force my shoulders back. The way he’s standing right now, chest puffed and face fit with a scowl, is telling me that he’s trying to fight me for control. With any other man, I’d probably give it to him. I’d relinquish whatever it is he’s demanding to avoid confrontation, but not this time.
This time, I’m in control, and if there’s going to be a power struggle between us, I’m going to win.