Free Hell's Kitchen by Lili St Germain, Callie Hart Page A

of your mouth,” I say.
    “But—” I grab hold of her panties next—surprised she’s even wearing any—and I pull on them, hard. “Ahhh! Ow!” she cries out, like she’s surprised that I’m being rough with her right after she’s just threatened to tell my father something that would most likely get me killed.
    “Not another word, Shan. Shut your fucking mouth.” And she does. I think she finally, finally understands that her threat hasn’t been received the way she was hoping. She goes still, as though she’s weighing up her options: whether she should stay bent double over my legs with her naked ass in the air, or whether she should bolt. I look up and I catch Gracie staring at me … at the hand I’m raising … bringing down on Shan’s bare backside. The tiny storeroom fills with the cracking sound of my palm meeting her flesh, and then her strangled, startled cry. Leaning down, I’m still staring Gracie in the eye as I whisper to Shan, “You should know better than to threaten me, sweetheart.”
    I spank her again, just as hard, still watching Gracie. The other woman just stands there with her back to the wall, watching, a blank look on her face. Her features are completely flat, but there’s something there … a light in her eyes that makes me want to smile like a maniac. She’s not as disapproving as I thought she would be. In fact, I’m pretty sure, despite how badly she doesn’t want me to know it, Gracie might actually be a little fascinated by what I’m doing right now. She’s literally squirming.
    Oh, really? Well, aren’t you just one surprise after another, Miss O’Connor? I can barely fight the grim smile that spreads across my face as I raise my hand and bring it down on Shan’s ass again. She cries out, her voice a mixture of outrage and frustrated pleasure. She digs her fingernails into my thigh, sharp enough to sting a little, and so I slap her again, this time a little lower. This time in between her legs, on the exposed flesh of her pussy. She’s wet, of course. No surprises there. The girl doesn’t even have the common sense not to be turned on while I’m reprimanding her. She yelps, her surprise catching in her throat and sticking there, cutting off as she holds her breath. I’m transfixed by Gracie—by the blush I can just about see building in her cheeks. By the way she’s balled her hands into fists. By the cool yet very interested curiosity in those dark eyes of hers.
    I can’t resist it. I spank Shan again, eliciting the same response from her, but this time I leave my hand in place, fingers teasing over the slick, swollen flesh between her legs. Shan’s anger quickly dissipates as I move my fingers, sliding them over her pussy, upward until I find the tight, firm bud of her clit. After that, she’s back to purring again, annoyance forgotten as I work my middle finger in a tight circle over her pleasure center.
    And Gracie watches.
    Never in a million years did I expect this to happen. Today has been a hell of a day and it’s not even mid-morning yet. And now this chick is actually watching me tease Shandi-with-a-fucking-I, like … like she’s wishing it was her over my knee? No. No way. Can’t be.
    “Oh my god. Fuck, Theo. I knew you wouldn’t hold out on me.” Shan squirms, reminding me of her presence, of what my hands are automatically doing to her. I smack her left butt cheek, making her squeak. I don’t want to make her come. She doesn’t fucking deserve it. But when I catch sight of Gracie’s lips parting, her tongue slowly wetting them, I’m gripped by an overwhelming desire to know what she’ll do if Shan does come. I’m beginning to think she’d enjoy it.
    I have to find out. Pushing at the insides of her thighs, I make Shan spread her legs a little so I have better access to her … and so Gracie can see what I’m doing. Slowly, so slowly, I slide my index and middle finger inside. She shivers, her body trembling. She makes a sound