She giggled. “It’s already yours, Bay.” Her hand slipped up his thigh and rested on his bulge. He’d let her touch him through his pants or grind against it in his lap, but nothing more. “Are you jealous?”
“No, I’ve already taught you that lesson. You’re a bad girl, and I’ll protect your darkest secrets so they won’t hurt you, but you have to keep me happy. You on your knees with some guy’s dirty cock in your throat? That’s not acceptable. And neither are those panty lines.” He snapped his fingers.
He’d had this conversation with her too many times. It was time to teach her a lesson. “It’s a short skirt, though. And I have to be at my music lesson after school.”
He snapped his fingers again and flashed a wicked grin. “Then you’ll be a very naughty girl, indeed. You shouldn’t dress in such slutty clothes. Fingertip length. Understood?”
She giggled nervously and nodded. “Please, Bay—”
His fingers snapped again, and he pegged her with a hard glare. “If you don’t want to play these games, Mia, then we can end them at any time, but remember, it’s you who is the dirty little slut. You’re the one stealing from your sister’s handbag and sucking cock in your mother’s house. You come in here flaunting your ass and sitting in my lap, rubbing my cock like a little hungry whore, so do I need to go on?” He knew he had her right where he wanted her, and the power over her had his cock so hard, he could drive a nail into the wall with it. He held his hand up, his fingers poised to snap, but she was already reaching up beneath her skirt, slipping the lacy pink panties down to her knees, and then stepping out of them as she held the desk for balance.
“I feel so naughty, Bay. I just know someone’s going to see when I bend over.” She turned around and bent down to touch her toes. He’d learn soon enough if she was as pure as she’d promised him she was. They’d agreed to consummate their unholy relationship on her birthday, which was his way of manipulating her.. Until then, keeping his control over her was how he got off.
“I can see it all, so you better not drop anything.” He held out his hand, and she deposited the panties into his palm. Bringing them to his nose, he inhaled deeply, and a blush stained her cheeks. “I’ll keep these close today, and every time I smell you, I’ll think of how naked you are beneath that skirt.”
“You’re so bad. Can I get a kiss?”
“You know I shouldn’t encourage such things, Mia.” He shoved her panties into his pocket as if they were some fancy pocket square.
“Please?” Her lashes fluttered, and she leaned down and came close to his mouth.
“You can kiss me anywhere you like. Your secrets are safe with me.” It didn’t mean that he’d kiss her back.
Her eyes flashed, and she gave a wicked grin of her own as she leaned down and kissed him square on the lips, something he’d never let her do before.
He patted her bottom. “Soon, Kitten.” His cellphone rang, and he glanced at it as she got up and grabbed her bag. She lingered around the door, but he shooed her out, blowing her a kiss.
Once the door was shut, he tossed her panties in his bottom desk drawer with a few others and answered the phone.
“Yeah?” He wasn’t happy to hear from Tad Halston. The guy was number two on Bay’s shit list for the day. The other had called just before Mia had arrived, so he already knew what this was about.
“Have you seen the news?” Tad’s voice was hushed, as if someone might be listening. The guy had fallen on hard times and was living with his sister.
“Are you at home?” Bay asked. “Is Hannah nearby?”
“Dude, you don’t want to fuck with me about my sister right now.”
“Don’t I? She’s one hot piece of tail. I bet I could have her on her knees in seconds. She’s always liked me. Besides, there’s not a damned thing you’d do to stop me, right, Pretty Boy? Not a motherfucking thing.”
Tad’s voice grew shaky, and Bay wasn’t surprised when his cock responded with another twitch. He loved the fear and the sound of submission.
“I just mean that there’s more important shit going down,” Tad said. “It’s all over the news. There’s some chick who got sliced up. It could throw some heat on us, don’t you think?”
“I’ll tell you what I told the last motherfucker who called here, high and in a panic. I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Bay.”
“Tad.” Bay got up from his desk and went to look over the city. He ruled his universe from the three-walled, one-windowed room.
“I have to talk to you; it’s bad.” Tad’s voice broke.
“Jesus Christ. Like I said, you calling here high and talking crazy is stupid and unacceptable. You want to really talk to me, meet me for lunch. You know where.”
He hung up the phone and growled. Now his day was fucked. He’d have to go meet with Tad and calm him down. At least when Logan Miller had called, he hadn’t been in a fucking paranoid panic.
He dialed Lila’s number with the punch of a button.
“Hey, Daddykins.” Her voice was like honey, and he cringed a little and slapped on a fake grin as if she were standing before him. She’d started calling him Daddy when he’d bought her the four-legged varmint she called a pet.
“Hey, precious. I’m afraid Daddy can’t meet you for lunch. I’ve got to go meet with a client.”
“Oh no. I wanted to talk about the house. I finally found a decorator I want for the guesthouse.”
“Yeah? That’s great, baby. You should call your sister and see if she can get away for a bit. I know she’d love to talk to you about the guesthouse, since she’s been staying there. You know she’d love a drop-in from her big sister.” He knew the two would never mention his name, and the whole subject was going to put Mia on edge even more.
He ended the call and headed down to his private penthouse where he did some of his more intimate dealings. He searched the news on his phone, and now, he understood why the others were concerned.
Tad knocked softly on the door, and Bay hit the remote locks from his high-backed leather chair.
“You know the drill,” Bay said as he stood.
Tad went to work on the buttons of his shirt. He peeled the cotton off his shoulders and dropped his shirt to the floor. Then he slipped off his shoes and undid his pants while Bay poured a drink.
“Is this fucking necessary every time?” Tad asked.
“Come on, you should be used to undressing in front of people, and you’re the only one who fucking complains.” Bay turned and faced the man as he slipped off his shorts and spun around, showing Bay there was no wire attached to his body. He even lifted up his balls and spread his cheeks.
Bay smirked. Making them strip was a necessary evil, and besides, he knew it put people on edge, right where he liked them. “See? You like showing all your stuff.”
Tad had been ashamed ever since he’d had to take on prostitution to pay the bills. Bay had gotten him out of that seedy lifestyle and gotten him back into modeling, hooking him up with an escort company instead. Now that Tad was living with his sister, he didn’t want anyone to know his dark past, especially her. Bay liked to fuck with him. It was the way he maintained control over people.