Mercy (Salacious Players Club, #4)(38)

“I know you guys have it…” she says as she browses the selection of high-end sex toys in the glass case. “There it is!”

When I glance down at what she’s pointing at, my cheeks start to pale. “You want me to wear a butt plug to punish him?”

She knocks my shoulder with a delicate laugh. “It’s not for you, babe.”

As Monica, the young clerk who mans our shop, approaches, I quickly turn away as if I’m not shopping for myself. Eden points out what she wants and shoves it into my hands. I’m staring down at the clear plastic box holding the black silicone plug.

Beau is not going to go for this. It’s too soon, isn’t it?

“Wait…how is this punishment?”

She takes the box and flips it over to show me the underside. “It’s remote-controlled and connects to your phone. Put this in him and tease him with it all day long. If your brat wants to come, you can use this thing to make him come so much, he’ll never want to come again.”

I bite my bottom lip as I imagine his torment. I’m so distracted that I don’t even bother being embarrassed when I tell Monica to charge it to my account.

After thanking Eden, I slip the plug into my purse as I head toward the door. Before I leave the parking lot, I write a text response to Beau.

I hope that was worth it.





A moment later he responds.

Do your best, ma’am.





I can’t stop smiling as I drive home, climb into bed, and for the first time in a long time, I’m excited for tomorrow and it has nothing to do with work.





Rule #17: Fuck around and find out.





Beau





This morning I got a text.

The door code is 1025. Let yourself in and take off everything but your underwear. Be in position in my office at 9:00am on the dot. I’m taking Ringo for a walk. Don’t be late.





There’s a black cushion on the floor in the entryway of her house when I let myself in.

Is it weird how much I love it when she gets bossy? Probably not, since that’s what I’m here for, right? But fuck, it turns me on when she packs away that sweet and timid version of herself and really lets the bossy bitch take over. It’s hot as fuck.

Even I know I shouldn’t be too excited today. I’m aware that I’m in for it. I wouldn’t have done what I did if I didn’t know I’d pay for it. I just wish I knew what the punishment would be. Does she have a paddle and whip around here somewhere? Will she make me hold tea on my head again for an hour? I hope not. Is it wishful thinking to hope for another torturous blow job? Probably.

The house is quiet when I let myself in. It’s weird not to have that big gray monster greeting me at the door when I close it behind me. I glance down at my phone and notice I only have four minutes to get in position, so I quickly tear off my shirt and shorts and slip off my shoes, leaving it all in a pile on the floor as I grab the pillow and run to her office.

Of course, she’s late. Nine o’clock comes and goes, and it’s not until 9:07, according to the clock on the wall, when I hear the front door open. She’s talking sweetly to Ringo as I hear her take off his leash and feed him a treat from the jar in the kitchen. He finds me before her, greeting me with a kiss on the nose before she follows behind him, barking a command for him to go lie down, which he does.

Then, she mostly ignores me. Walking to her desk, she only impatiently mutters, “Do not leave your clothes on the floor in my house. Fold them and place them on the guest bed from now on.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I mumble, still staring at the floor.

She ignores me for a while longer, typing away at her computer while I wait. If this is my punishment today, I’m gonna be pissed.

Finally, she calls my name. “Beau, come here.”

Biting my bottom lip, I get up from the floor and walk over to her desk. She’s still in her chair as she stares at me with an expression of anger and mischief. Oh, for fuck’s sake, please have something good in mind. I don’t know if I can take another day of being furniture or her house bitch. I need to feel something.

“Did you have fun last night?” she asks.

Technically, no. Charlie’s little visit pissed me off and the orgasm I had wasn’t even worth it. It was rushed and unsatisfying. And I almost lie, but then I remember we’re supposed to be building trust. I mean, that’s why I sent her the video. I could have lied. But I wanted her to know how bad I was…for reasons I don’t even understand.

“No, ma’am.”

“Then, why did you do it?” she asks curiously.

“I don’t know. Because I’m bad, I guess.”

Her brow furrows as she studies me. “You’re not bad, Beau. But you do have to be punished.”

I nod, clenching my jaw as I wait for what comes next.

Make it good, make it good, make it good.

“I was thinking…since you want to come so much, I figured I would give you exactly what you want.”

Wait, what?

Is it weird that I don’t want her to go easy on me? If she thinks making me come is a punishment, I’ll be disappointed.

“So, I bought you something to wear while you work today.”