The First Punishment

EMMA

I head to the club, spotting Carly and Travis at the bar. Levi hands me a whiskey and slips out of sight—I know he’s stationed on the right side of the bar, just as we planned.

He’s the only one I trust to hand me a drink. Everything goes through him.

I see the whiskey bottle chilling in an ice bucket next to him. It’s a weird preference, I know, but I like my whiskey cold, not on the rocks.

I’m aware Diablo is pissed, and I’ll have to deal with his anger later. But for now, I just want to enjoy my time with my friend.

I’m still wary of Travis after that incident with Rick—and mostly because of his loyalty to Diablo. Carly turns and gives me a big hug, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Damn, B, you look incredible. I can’t believe you were hiding this hot body under all those baggy clothes.”

If only she knew the effort it takes to maintain this figure. The workouts, the meal plans, and everything else. It’s hard work to keep my body in shape.

“I’m glad you found your voice again; you were scaring me earlier. You’ve always been the loud one with no filter, never at a loss for words.”

“Wow, B, you’ve really changed. Who are you?”

“I’m still the same old me. I just don’t put up with anyone’s crap anymore. That’s all. And yes, you and the boys are still my only friends, with you being my best friend,” I smirk at her.

This makes her smile. She drops the subject, only to bring up another one, which I wasn’t in the mood to discuss.

“So…who’s the hunk at the bar?” Travis glances at me, making me realize that Carly, being Carly, is still clueless about the fact that there’s more going on around her and that life doesn’t revolve around her.

“He’s just a friend who looks out for me.”

“Ooh, like a bodyguard?”

“No, Carly, not a bodyguard. Just someone who’s there to take care of me if I get, um, too drunk.”

That’s the best excuse I can come up with on the spot. Carly, absorbed in her own world as usual, doesn’t ask me any more questions. I signal to Levi, holding up three fingers.

I’m so grateful he understands me. We’ve worked hard on all these signals. I don’t want to have to use words to communicate with him all the time, especially not in a club or when my life is on the line.

He brings over a tray with six shots of vodka, three glasses half full of whiskey, and three glasses of champagne.

Both Carly and Travis stare at me, stunned that Levi understood what I wanted. I turn to Levi, hiding a knowing smirk.

I set the tray on the bar. I can feel Robert’s glare from the corner of my eye. I’ll deal with his crap tomorrow. I still don’t trust him. Something about him just seems off.

We down the drinks quickly. This is one of the trademarks I came up with. It goes down smoothly and the champagne complements the shots perfectly.

I order another round. After four rounds, I feel relaxed for the first time in what feels like weeks.

I turn to Travis, who hasn’t left our side. “Don’t you have a club to run, Travis? Or is your job to stare at us all night?”

He seems surprised by my blunt question but leans in to whisper something in Carly’s ear before looking at me.

“Yes, boss,” are his only words before he walks away.

“What the hell, B? Why did you do that, and why the hell did he actually listen to you? I thought Diablo was his boss?”

I look into Carly’s eyes and decide to fill her in on some things.

I explain the current situation to her, leaving out many details like the training, Levi’s role, and why I’m actually the boss.

She doesn’t need to know everything, but I’m not going to let Travis slack off because he thinks he can hang out with me or Carly when he’s supposed to be working.

He’s not getting paid to stand around and drink.

The look on Carly’s face is priceless. She definitely didn’t see this coming.

“In that case, B, you better let your damn bartender know, because he’s been glaring at you all night.”

We both laugh and hug. Little does she know, that’s exactly what I plan to do tomorrow, after dealing with Diablo of course.

I feel better after telling Carly a bit about what’s been going on these past few weeks. Now I just want to dance and let loose.

We dance for a while before heading back to the bar for another round of shots, which Levi has ready for us. The only difference this time is the bottle of water he hands me after we take our shots.

I know we have to be in the gym at three a.m. tomorrow and I have no intention of dealing with a hangover.

DIABLO

She’s infuriating. No, she’s a stunning, infuriating woman. She’s going to be the death of me if she keeps this up. I’m watching—or should I say staring—at her from my office.

She’s breathtaking. Why can’t I just tell her that? Every man in the club is staring at her. The funny thing is, she doesn’t even notice them.

I can’t stop watching her, the way she moves with such elegance and grace. At one point, I see Travis storm off, clearly not happy with whatever Emma told him, but I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.

I notice the bodyguard serving her and Carly drinks all night. He doesn’t even let Robert open any bottles or pour anything, which is strange.

I make mental notes of all the little things I need to ask her tomorrow. I’m still furious with her for walking out of my office and denying me the chance to fuck her senseless.

But she’ll pay. No one treats me like that, not even my baby love. I fully intend to fuck her tonight.

I decide to play it cool for now, letting her believe I’ve dropped the subject. But tomorrow, all hell is going to break loose.

I crave her in a way I’ve never craved another woman. Just watching her dance is enough to make my dick hard as steel.

I adjust my throbbing cock, straining against my pants, but the attempt to ease the discomfort only makes it worse. I can’t help but imagine it’s Emma’s touch.

Her movements on the dance floor aren’t helping either. I want her tonight. I down my whiskey and head to the closet. I need to get out of this suit. It’s been one hell of a long day.

I pull out a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and my black boots. A cold shower is definitely what I need right now.

EMMA

After another round of shots, Carly and I return to the dance floor. I sway my hips to the beat, letting myself enjoy the music and freedom for the first time in a long time.

Suddenly, I feel a pair of hands on my hips, a hard body pressing against my back, moving in rhythm with me. I instantly know it’s not Diablo, or anyone else I’d want touching me.

Before Levi can react, I spin around to face a tall, drunk man.

I grab his hand and twist it behind his back.

“If you ever touch me again, I’ll break your arm. Got it?”

“Yeah, fuck, just let go, okay?” I signal to Levi to get this jerk out of the club.

I turn back to Carly, who’s standing there with her mouth hanging open. I reach out to close it for her.

“You’re going to catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that,” I tell her.

She swallows hard, then bursts out laughing.

“What’s so funny, Carly? Are you drunk?”

“No, I just realized you’ve been hiding a lot more than just your boss status. I’m going to find out what else you’re keeping from me.”

“Sure, Carly, whatever you say.” I smile, knowing she’ll only find out what I choose to tell her.

We go back to dancing. Before long, I feel another pair of hands on my hips. This time, I know exactly who it is.

I recognize his intoxicating cologne. His grip is firm, hinting at the punishment he has in store for me.

I lean back against his chest, guiding his hands to my front, moving slower now. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my back.

Diablo bends his head to my neck, kissing a trail down to my collarbone and back up to my ear. His touch sends shivers of anticipation through me.

“Damn, baby, you looked so sexy when you twisted that guy’s arm. I wanted to kill him for touching what’s mine, but it looks like you can handle yourself.”

I close my eyes, leaning into Diablo. As messed up as it sounds, being in his arms feels like home, despite everything he’s done to me.

I turn to face him, looping my arms around his neck and pulling his face down to mine. I stop just short of his lips, looking into his green eyes.

His eyes are my weakness. I can see the desire and lust in them, darker than usual.

I close the gap between us, brushing my lips against his. He pulls me as close as possible, and we both let out a low moan.

His tongue traces my bottom lip, asking for entry, which I gladly grant. Our tongues dance together, each fighting for dominance but neither giving in. The intensity of the kiss makes us both moan with pleasure.

Realizing this isn’t the place, I pull away from the kiss, still holding onto Diablo. I signal to Levi that I’m leaving with Diablo and that I’ll see him at the gym in the morning.

He nods, understanding, and walks away. Diablo looks back and forth between Levi and me, confused.

I pull out my phone to text Carly that I’m leaving. It seems she decided to give us some space during our make-out session. I take Diablo’s hand and head for the exit.

I’m grateful that the club is on the first floor of our building. We half-run, half-walk to the elevator, both of us eager to pick up where we left off.

Diablo takes out his key and unlocks the door to his—or should I say our—apartment, which is above the penthouse where Levi and I are currently staying.

Before the elevator doors close, he pulls me against him, kissing me passionately. When the elevator doors open, we’re both out of breath.

He unlocks the door to the apartment, pulls me inside, and pushes me against the door, kissing me frantically. I wrap my legs around his waist, causing my dress to ride up my thighs and expose more skin.

Diablo takes full advantage, grabbing my ass and carrying me to his bedroom. He gently lowers me onto the bed, breaking the kiss for the first time.

I see his pants are wet from my arousal. I felt my pussy get soaked the moment my legs wrapped around his waist. He looks at me with his green eyes, grinning as he strips off his clothes.

He lowers himself onto the bed, spreading my thighs. He’s taking his time, tormenting me, running his hands up and down my legs, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress.

I can’t take it anymore. He’s driving me crazy, punishing me for what happened earlier in his office.

“Damn it, Diablo, you’re driving me insane.”

“Now you know how I felt earlier tonight when I saw you in this dress.”

He moves his hands to my breasts and in one swift motion, rips the dress in half. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

He moves down, kissing my stomach, sucking at certain spots he knows turn me on. He finally reaches my thong, the last barrier, and breaks contact with my skin. He looks into my eyes before ripping it off too.

I moan in response, loving his dominance, trying to pull him closer for a kiss or any form of contact. But he has other plans. He evades my reaching hands.

“You’re driving me crazy, baby. You’re so wet and ready for me. I could easily make you cum right now. But I think you need a lesson for all the stunts you’ve been pulling lately.”

He watches me swallow hard. I’m turned on beyond belief. I love it when he punishes me.

If he were to touch my pussy, I’d lose it. He knows this, so he avoids my soaking wet cunt.

Instead, he focuses on tormenting me with kisses on my stomach and equal attention to my breasts. I’m caught between heaven and hell.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m losing control. I need release.

I lift myself up and before he can react, I flip us over so I’m on top. He’s completely caught off guard.

I straddle him, taking his big, throbbing cock in my hands, lowering myself onto him. Before he’s fully inside me, I’m already climaxing, screaming his name.

When my orgasm subsides, I see the first genuine smile I’ve ever seen on his face, and it’s for me. It nearly makes me cum again.

I focus on moving up and down his cock. I start slow, but pick up the pace as I feel another orgasm building.

“Baby, cum with me,” his husky voice combined with his words is my undoing. We both climax together.

I collapse onto his heaving chest, trying to regain some semblance of control over my breathing.

I’m spent. Those were the two most intense orgasms I’ve had in a long time. Abstinence does have its perks.

“We need to talk later this morning, baby, and trust me, when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to sit for a week. You need a proper punishment.”

I turn to look into his now serious eyes, which have lost their lustful glint and turned angry. I don’t respond. He falls asleep shortly after. I glance at the clock.

Shit. It’s already past one in the morning. I have to meet Levi for my training session in less than two hours.

I carefully crawl out of bed, making sure not to wake him. I grab his shirt and pull it over my head.

I try to use his boxers for more coverage, but they’re too big. Screw it, I’m only going down one floor. I leave the boxers behind.

I take his apartment key to use the elevator. He can make another one later.

I pick up my handbag, which I’d dropped at the door when our fuck session started, tiptoe out of the apartment, and take the elevator down to the penthouse.

I unlock the door and quietly make my way to my room. I plug in my phone and collapse, exhausted, onto my bed. I’m asleep in less than a minute.