Tell Me (14 page)

Tony and Isabel both sat in on the interview with Inspector Collywood, but Tony had to admit it was entirely Thea’s show. And she handled it like the absolute pro she was. Their relationship outside of work was a bonus, and a seriously hefty bonus at that, but here in the work environment she was just awesome. She knew her stuff, could deal with every issue raised, understood her evidence, and the implications of every fine detail. The officers appeared perfectly satisfied that there was a case to answer. They left, on their way to pick up the three suspects and question them.

“Do you think we’ll have David Lister badgering us again? He’s already phoned three times this morning, and I can't count how many emails he’s sent.” Isabel folded her notes into a tidy stack and rose to leave too.

Tony nodded. “Probably. Almost certainly once the police let him go. Just keep on fielding his calls if you would please. Neither me nor Thea intend to talk to him.”

Thea glared at him. “Would you like me to start my audit of your human resources policies now,
Mr diMarco
?” She emphasised his name, particularly his title.

Tony managed to conceal his grin. So, his little sub wanted to keep things formal here, did she? He’d indulge her, up to a point. But she’d earned a spanking later. The first of several if he was any judge. He pulled a small block of post-it notes toward him and jotted a few words on the top one. He tore it from the block and stuck it on her leather-bound document folder.

Later. Dining table. Your bare bottom, my belt. xxx

Tony enjoyed a private moment of pure lust as her face coloured puce. He beamed a smile at a speechless Thea as he sauntered out of the room, nodded to Isabel in the outer office, and headed back down into the warehouse to charm his employees.

“I didn’t get chance to ask you earlier, how did it go with Denise Metcalfe?” Tony leaned back in his chair and placed his feet on the desk. He surveyed his new colleague as she closed down the recently installed computer terminal on her pristine desk. Isabel, with her customary efficiency, had had the additional furniture and equipment delivered and set up within hours of him requesting it. Thea looked quite at home already.

“Great, once she calmed down. She was convinced I’d called her in because of the investigation, which of course was true indirectly. She looked astonished though when I offered her the job.”

“She accepted?”

“Oh yes, but we’ll need to find some management training for her. She’s a good accountant, but as we already know, there’s more to her new role than that.”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something suitable.”

“Me? So is staff training my responsibility too?” She swivelled her chair round to face him.

“Part of human resources, surely.”

“I suppose.” She picked up a pen and turned back to her desk to jot a note on a sheet of paper.

“Don’t you use an electronic diary?”

“Yes, for some things. But I like lists. On paper. It’s a system that works.”

Tony shrugged. “Whatever. Who am I to quarrel? But I will require you to turn your desk around, I prefer you facing me.”

She swivelled again and looked up, peering at him over her glasses. “What, you want me to do that now?”

“No, next time you’re in. Which will be when?”

“It’s Tuesday today. I need to go in to Kershaw’s tomorrow, certainly, and probably Thursday too. I’ll be here again on Friday though, all being well.”

He nodded. “Bring a weekend bag with you. You’ll be staying at mine. So, are you ready for the off?”

“Almost. I just need to rinse these cups and—”

“Leave them. We have a cleaner who does that stuff. Come here.”

“Tony…?”

“Here. Now.” His tone held that curt Dom timbre. She rose and crossed the room.

“Sir, I don't think—”

“You look very prim, Mrs Richmond. Tell me, are you wearing knickers under that oh-so-decent skirt?”

“Of course, Sir.”

“Commendable. Remove them please. And the tights too, obviously.”

“I will not. Not here.”

“Oh Thea…” His tone was deliberately ominous, dripping sensual menace. “You know better than that.”

“Sir, I don't mean to be difficult. Or disobedient. But…”

“We are quite alone here, Thea. I promised you a spanking, but I’ll deliver that at home. And incidentally, the six strokes I had in mind just doubled. But I want your underwear now.”

He held out his hand for her knickers, and watched with interest as a parade of emotions crossed her face. Alarm, confusion. And perhaps arousal. Yes, definitely arousal. She stepped out of those sexy, understated little shoes and bent to lift her skirt, then rolled down her tights from under it. She offered those to him, and he accepted them. His intention was that she be naked under her suit. He waited while she peeled her panties down her legs too, then pocketed both garments.

“Are you wet, Thea?”

“Yes, Sir.” She stood before him, her expression despondent.

“Why so sad? Is this not a cause for celebration?”

“Not here. It’s okay if we’re somewhere we can fuck, but—”

“I don’t usually fuck my colleagues, but I suppose I could accommodate you. If you insist.”

“That’s not what I meant, Sir.”

“No? Are you not wet then? Disgracefully so? Not dripping in readiness for a long, sweet fuck?”

“Sir, I can’t do this.” She raised her gaze to his, the telltale sheen of tears unmistakable.

“Why? Tell me, Thea.”

“What if someone were to see? What if Isabel had to come back for something?”

“The outer doors are locked. There’s no CCTV in here. No one’s going to see. No one’s coming in. You’re safe, Thea. Well, comparatively so. I suppose that does depend on how far you decide to defy me.”

“I’m not defying you. I wouldn't. You know that. Please…”

He reached for her, cupped her chin in his hand. She went silent instantly, her expression calming at the contact.

“Let me worry, you just obey. Yes?”

Her nod was almost imperceptible, but enough. Her submission, given anyway, despite her fears.

“Lift your skirt, and bend over my desk then. Now please.”

Thea made no further protest, just edged around him and did exactly as he’d instructed. Tony watched as her beautiful bottom adorned his workspace, lifted and ready for him. He would enjoy punishing her later. But for now, he stepped forward and parted her buttocks with his hands.

She sighed and settled more comfortably on the desk, her body relaxing, becoming limp almost. Her hands were outstretched, gripping the opposite edge. As he stroked his fingers down the groove between her cheeks he watched her fingers loosen as she sank more deeply into her submissive haze. He was surprised, it usually required some serious attention with a flogger or paddle to get her to this point. On this occasion the pain had been mental, emotional, but she was coming through it, digging within herself to find the trust she needed in order to respond to him. He was not about to disappoint her.

He undid his trousers to release his cock, and sheathed himself fast. He stepped closer, tapping her bare feet with his leather-shod one to encourage her to widen her stance. Then he reached between her legs to stroke her pussy, from front to back. He took his time, allowing his fingertips to dip inside her entrance, and linger there. She was not exaggerating about her wetness. He smeared her juices across her arse, and considered fucking her there instead.

No, her pussy was drooling. She needed this. Using both hands now he parted the lips of her pussy and positioned his cock at her entrance. She rocked her hips slightly, pushing back against him. He tapped her bottom, a mild rebuke to remind her who was in control here. She lifted her bottom slightly, a silent plea, and went still.

Tony dislodged the clips holding her hair in place and unravelled her neat chignon. He spread her hair across his desk, then he pressed the head of his cock into her, and waited. She squeezed, tensing her inner muscles, her body shuddering with unmet need. He shifted and pressed forward again. A little more, another inch, then another. She was panting now, her eyes closed. He eased back, almost leaving her, then forward again. He repeated, a series of short, stabbing strokes, teasing, promising, tormenting. Her breath hitched, caught in her throat. She was desperate, needy, utterly his.

He plunged, sinking his solid erection right to the hilt. She let out a sharp cry, somewhere between shock and relief. He pulled back and drove into her again to set up a pounding rhythm. Her pussy tightened around him, he knew she was on the verge of coming. He hadn’t given permission, and he wondered if she would seek his consent. He’d say no, because she needed to be controlled right now. She craved his dominance and needed to please him, win his approval. For that he had to set her a challenge.

“Sir, I needed to orgasm.”

“No, Thea. Not yet.”

“Sir, yes! Now. I can't help it.”

“No. Wait.”

Her body was rigid, straining as her inner battle was played out. She was gripping the edge of the desk, her breath coming in short, staccato gasps. He slowed his thrusts, again opting for the short, rapid strokes which drove her into a frenzy of clenching. Her hips thrust back against him, but he didn't admonish her this time. She was trying to obey him, struggling to hold on to control of her response. He intended to test that control to the limit. Leaning over her slightly he reached around and under to lay his middle finger across her swollen clit.

She shook her head, her expression pleading now as she opened her eyes to look up at him over her shoulder. “Please Sir, don't. Don’t do that.”

“I’ll do what I want to you, Thea. You know that. You love it when I stroke your clit.”

“Sir, I can't take any more. Please let me come.”

“Soon. But first…”

He circled her clit with his finger, the caress slow, light, barely there. Thea whimpered, her cunt contracting hard around his cock. He drove forward, filling her completely, then stroked the tip of her clit again. He applied just a touch more pressure, and she started to convulse. He stopped, waited. She hauled herself back from the brink, her entire body shivering. Tony waited for a count of five, then another. He leaned in to murmur in her ear.

“Come now, Thea.”

His finger hovered, a fraction of a millimetre from her clit. His cock stretched and shaped her. He kissed the back of her neck, then dragged his teeth across her sensitive skin. It was enough, too much. She convulsed around him as her orgasm seized and spun her. Tony rubbed her clit at last to provide the friction she craved, driving her release further, harder, deeper.

At last she lay still under him, spent. He took a handful of her hair and twisted it around his fist, lifting her face from the table top. He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, hard. He plunged his tongue between her lips, tasting, exploring, possessing her even now. He broke the kiss and started to move again, driving his cock deep with the long, slow strokes he loved. His own climax was just seconds away, but he’d been determined to see hers through first. Her pussy was tight, so hot, so wet. She seemed to squeeze around him, was she doing it on purpose? Yes, probably. He tightened his grip on her hair and growled into her ear.

“Behave.”

She relaxed, giving over control to him totally. Her submission was all he required to cause his nuts to contract. Semen surged into the condom and his balls emptied.

Still holding her by the hair he nudged her nose with his. “Talk to me, little sub. Are you okay?”

“Yes Sir. Thank you for that.”

“For what, exactly?”

“For forcing the issue, for making me do this. Here.”

“Was it worth it? Worth affronting Mrs Richmond’s delicate sensitivities?”

“Not so much delicate, more…” She hesitated, seemed to be searching for the word. Tony could have supplied something but opted to wait, to see what she came up with. Her choice pleased him. “… rigid.”

“I’d say you were far from rigid now, Mrs Richmond. Yielding would be a better description.”

“I like yielding.”

“I know. So we’ll be doing it again then?”

“If you like, Sir. Your choice.”

He straightened and released her hair, then withdrew from her. He took a moment to deal with the condom and rearrange his clothing, then helped her to stand upright too. Her skirt fell back into place, the look almost decent. If her just-fucked hair wasn’t such a giveaway. And her bare legs. He wanted to get her home. Fast.

“Exactly. So, my place then? I still owe you a decent spanking.”

“Thank you, Sir. That will be nice.”

“You need to reinstate Jeremy Malone.”

“Who?” Tony regarded Thea across the conference table, as four more pairs of puzzled eyes also stared at her.

“Jeremy Malone. The man you paid compensation to. For wrongful dismissal.” Unruffled, Thea supplied the clarification.

“No way!” This from Isabel. As Tony’s PA she usually attended senior staff meetings and took any notes. She also contributed to the discussion when she had a point to make. Now seemed to be one such occasion. Thea inclined her head to acknowledge the comment.

The others present were Denise Metcalfe, just settling into her new job as Head of Finance, now with three weeks of experience in the role under her belt. Thea was delighted with Denise’s performance so far and privately blessed the day she suggested her promotion to Tony. Next to Denise sat Eric Henderson, these days only heading up their corporate IT since Thea had relieved him of the human resources role. He’d been delighted to the rid of it, and had fallen over himself to support the new incumbent, another internal promotion. Christopher McCoy had been in his new post for a total of three and a half days and was still somewhat shell-shocked by his rapid rise from the ranks of HR admin. Even so, Thea believed he’d do very well. Christopher shared her passion for the detail, but he had a feel for the human stories too. She hoped for his support in this coming debate over their ex-employee.

Isabel wasn’t done. “Why? Why would we want to do that? The man was a waster. A liability. And he’s gone. History.”