Free Tell Me by Ashe Barker Page A

pussy. And you’ll continue to read, and concentrate on what’s written there, regardless of what I do to you. Is that understood?”
    “I don't think I can, Sir. Concentrate, I mean. Not like this.”
    “Why not? The contract is written in plain enough English. Would you like your reading glasses perhaps?”
    “I do wear glasses for reading, Sir.”
    “You have them with you, I trust?”
    “They’re in my bag, Sir. I left it in the hallway, with my clothes.”
    “Go and get them please, then get back in here. Be quick about it.”
    Grateful for the chance of a short respite in which to collect her thoughts, yet at the same time unwilling to be out of Tony's presence for more than the few moments it would take to retrieve her glasses, Thea whirled with a sob. She ran from the room and back along the hallway to the bottom of the stairs. A quick rifle through her bag located the spectacles. She rushed back into the dining room, her glasses case clutched in her fist.
    Tony was exactly where she had left him, lounging against the table, the wooden spoon still in his hand. He caressed the implement, as though contemplating the prospect of using it again. Thea clenched her buttocks, her mouth dry as she removed her glasses from their case and perched them on her nose.
    “Is that better?” His tone was almost conversational. Almost.
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
    “Adopt the position I described to you then, and start reading. You can make notes in the margins.”
    “Sir, I don't want to do this. I can’t.”
    “I believe you can. And I’d like you to try please. You can take as long as you need, but you will have read and understood every word of that contract before you leave this room. Now may I suggest you make a start, or be prepared to present your bottom for further punishment? It’ll be four strokes if I have to remind you again about obedience.”
    Thea turned to face the table and pulled the sheets of paper towards her. She flicked through them, counting. Just five sheets. She could manage to read and take in five pages, surely. She drew in a deep breath, held it for several seconds, then leaned forward. She widened her stance, spreading her thighs as far apart as she was able, and arched her back. If she was doing this, she would make every effort to ensure her Dom had no further cause for complaint.
    Thea read through the first few lines quickly. Nothing unusual, just the general terms naming the company concerned and the principal parties involved in this agreement. Herself, Althea Richmond, and Anton diMarco. Tony. Sir to her. The next section outlined her principal duties at Dart Logistics, the purpose of her secondment there. She moved on to the next section, then yelped as Tony parted her pussy lips with his fingers.
    “Did I hurt you?”
    “No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
    “Please continue reading.” He plunged three fingers deep into her drenched pussy. Despite her confusion and discomfort, there could be no mistaking Thea’s arousal at being made to pose for him in this way.
    She closed her eyes, unable to help herself, and clenched her inner walls around his thrusting fingers.
    “Mrs Richmond, are you concentrating?”
    “Yes Sir. At least, I’m trying to. But it’s not easy when you do that.”
    “I suggest you check the key terms one more time, Mrs Richmond. I will expect you to comply with the terms of this contract once we’ve agreed it.”
    Something in his tone warned her. Fighting off the impact of his skilled fingers as they continued to caress her inner walls, Thea re-read the paragraph she just finished. And this time she spotted it. She was to be seconded to Dart Logistics for a remuneration of half her usual salary. This wasn't what she had understood would be the deal.
    “Sir, this figure here…”
    “If there are any amendments required please note those in the margin and move on. And pay better attention to the rest. I won't prompt you again, and you’ll have to live with