Page 13 of Burn With Me

“I mean, do you want to be used? Don’t care how, where or who?” I asked and she moaned slightly and sucked in her bottom lip.

That was what I thought.

“Yes. Is this where you force me to my knees again?” She stepped in closer.

“Not exactly. Wheels,” I called out.

Within moments, I could hear his boots echoing down the hallway.

“Yeah, Cap?” he said as he reached the door, but his eyes were glued on Brit who’d pulled the material of her coat tight around herself.

Turning my gaze down to Brit, who looked unsure of what she’d just agreed to, I nodded in Wheels’s direction. “Okay, go service him then.”

“What?” Brit and Wheels said in unison.

Wheels and I had been friends since the last year of high school, and we had shared partners on more than one occasion, and I happened to know he was currently single. I wasn’t in the mood for Brit and had no issue sharing her. She was with me to be trained, not to have a lifelong relationship. This was a lesson in learning what you’re actually getting into before you agree.

“You said you want to be fucked, right?”

“Well yeah, but I-I thought that meant b-by you,” she stammered.

“Did you or did you not agree to be shared,” I asked, sitting down again.

“I did.”

“Did you or did you not agree that it would be on my terms when and where that would happen?”

“I did,” she said a little softer.

“Are you wanting to break our deal,” I asked calmly and picked up my pen.

“No.”

I pointed toward Wheels behind her. “Well then, go service him. Whatever he wants, you do until he’s finished or the alarm goes off for the next call, whichever comes first.”Turning in my chair, I moved the apartment fire paperwork into a folder and began writing up the car fire we’d also attended earlier in the evening.

“What if I don’t want to?” I could hear her pouting, the tap of her shoe making a loud click behind my chair.

“Then I guess you’ll be finding a new arrangement with someone else,” I said, beginning to make notes.

“But I’m bratting,” she said like that was supposed to get me up out of my chair and lay her over my lap. No, that was precisely what she wanted, so that was not what she was going to get.

“I see that,” I simply said.

“Asher, this isn’t fair,” she complained. “I came here to see you.”

“Yes, you did,” I said in response, but I still refused to turn around.

“What if I crawled under your desk and sucked you off instead? No offense, Wheels,” Brit said, and the corner of my mouth pulled up.

“Is that what you want? What you really want?” I turned just enough in my chair to look at her and lay my hand on my thigh. She followed the movement with her eyes and licked her lips as she nodded.

“Then no,” I said.

“What?”

“You heard me.” I stood from my chair, put my hands behind my back, and walked forward until Brit was forced to step back and out of my office. “Two choices, you either do what I asked like a good girl, or you get out and never come back.”

Her eyes were wide as her mouth dropped open like I’d just told her that her favorite toy had been just thrown out.