That worked.
A second later, Mr. Parker was getting to his feet. His expression was hard when he pinned his eyes on my face.
“Last I checked, I was the Dominant in this relationship. And unless I’m incorrect, that goes for in and out of the office.”
Yes, he was. And I wanted him to prove it. No, I needed him to prove it.
“Do you agree with that assessment?”
“Yes.” I purposely didn’t refer to him by name.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker.”
His eyes narrowed and his voice was tinged with frustration when he spoke. “Did you forget how to treat me with respect in the last few minutes?”
It didn’t take much to incite him, especially when he was in a mood, which, after last night, I knew to be the case. Whatever his issues were, they involved me and Addison, and the shift in emotions that took place when she was with us. It likely spurred whatever falling-out they’d had a short while ago, too. And somehow, I’d gotten in the middle of it.
I wasn’t necessarily proud of my actions. The lie I had told Mr. Parker, the way I had flaunted my dominance in front of him last night when I had fucked Addison in her shower… Those reactions were beneath me, but he had finally pushed me to my limit. It was time we had this out.
To a degree, I knew where Mr. Parker was coming from. We were both hesitant after what we’d been through with Luci, but the last thing I wanted was for Mr. Parker to retreat from me. It was bad enough that Addison had just drawn a line in the sand and I had to abide by it. When we told her that playing was something the three of us would have to agree on, we’d been truthful.
I didn’t answer Mr. Parker’s question.
“You understand what you’re asking for?” he growled roughly.
Again, I kept my lips shut.
“Over here,” he commanded, his finger stabbing toward the floor beside his desk.
Making sure to keep my face blank of all expression, I took the few steps required to do as he insisted.
I knew what was about to happen and I would admit that I was topping from the bottom. That wasn’t the norm for me, which was likely the only reason Mr. Parker didn’t see right through me.
However, in this instance, I felt justified. I knew Mr. Parker was starting to question what was transpiring between us, and regardless of what it was, something had happened between him and Addison earlier. He’d handled the situation badly, and ultimately, it had affected me. I was acting out, no doubt about it.
Mr. Parker pulled out the lower desk drawer and produced his toy bag. He placed it on his desk and began rummaging inside.
“I’m trying to decide what your punishment should be,” he said absently as he began pulling things out of the bag, admiring them, then putting them back.
“Remove your clothes,” he commanded.
Tamping down some of my lingering defiance, I continued to watch him as I stripped my suit off and laid it over the chair.
When he produced a ball stretcher from the bag, I inwardly cringed. This particular toy was attached to a leash and Mr. Parker was quite fond of it. Once, I’d been forced to wear it—strapped to my testicles—while he led me around the club for three solid hours. I’d questioned one of his commands that day and he’d proven to me just who was the Dom in our relationship.
Needless to say, I’d never done that again.
He put it back.
He then pulled out the vibrating cock ring plug. The ring would circle my cock while the plug would be inserted in my ass. Should Mr. Parker choose to turn on the vibration, it would drive me completely out of my mind. When that thing vibrated against my prostate, it was damn near impossible not to come, yet when he used it, he refused to allow me to.
He put that one down, too.
Then reached into his desk drawer once more and pulled out his sturdy wooden paddle.
Ultimately, I knew that had been his intention all along.
“Put your hands flat on the desk,” he instructed as he moved around me.
I did, rebelliously remaining upright.
Mr. Parker came to stand at my side, placing his left hand on my chest. My body warmed instantly from the contact and I realized how damn much I had missed him these past few days.
I felt the wood caress my bare ass.
“I think this’ll do nicely.” The cool wood disappeared. “You, pup, seem to have forgotten who’s in charge. I’m going to give you a reminder.”
His hand slid down my chest, lower, until he was fisting my cock tightly.
I grunted.
“Does that hurt?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker,” I said on a sharp exhale. It wasn’t unbearable, and it turned me on, but it was still uncomfortable.
