This had to be because I found that secret room. Maddox keeps going on about punishment, causing my heart to thump a rapid rhythm. The worst part is I know it's not from fear. The pain in my balls, and the depth of my need swirling inside me attests to that.

Push, push, push. I know it's a bad idea. God, it's such a stupid fucking idea. But the things Maddox could do to me inside that secret room....

So I kept pushing. I don't look away from the flinty stare of the man in the chair. I don't reach for the box.

If Maddox wanted a show, he'd get a show.

Drawing on the few times I've used some extra...persuasion to make double tips at the club, I climbed to my feet.

Making sure to sway my hips, I approach the chair. Maddox's stare seemed almost curious behind the heat inside of it. Placing my hands on the armrests, I pushed the wheeled chair around to the front of the desk.

I could see the gears turning in behind those forest eyes as Maddox attempted to piece together my plan. I smirked, and his eyes squinted in suspicion.

His brain wasn't going to be filled with anything other than desire. Our heavy breathing intermingled. His lips were so close. I hadn't yet been able to taste them. His thoughts seemed to reflect mine, as Stone's tongue darted out to wet his lips.

I felt the edges of power creep inside me as the realization that I held power over billionaire crime boss Maddox Stone.

I pulled back slightly, reveling in the fact that Maddox inched forward as if to follow before stopping himself with a scowl. That caused me to grin.

Gripping a knee in each hand, I forced Maddox's legs apart. His shocked expression was almost comical. I straddled Maddox, and that shock soon melted away into pure and simple lust.

Retaining eye contact, I began pulling on the hem of my shirt. Maddox is clearly holding back, his fingers gripping the armrests in a white knuckled grip as I tossed my shirt to the floor.

His eyes roved my toned abdomen. Need coiled in my belly. I rolled my hips and Maddox moaned softly. The sound spurred me forward.

Grinding our erections together, I gasped as Maddox gripped my hips in a bruising grip. God I hoped it would bruise. The thought of wearing Maddox's marks....

That thought pushed me to grind down harder and faster. Maddox clenched his teeth. His hand gripped my nub and twisted it between his fingers. I gasped and threw my head back as sparks of pain mixed with pleasure shot through me.

I rutted against Maddox even more determined, seeking the climax I knew was there. A small coherent thought broke through to remind me that Maddox still had his shirt on. I made quick work of the buttons, despite the distraction of Maddox's manipulations of my nipples.

Pushing back the fabric, I continued to grind down as I rubbed against the dark hair and muscled skin revealed, so unlike my own smooth skin. A beautiful trail of midnight black hair made a tantalizing path down his sculpted abs, and into his slacks.

My tongue shot out to lick against the stubbled skin of Maddox's jaw. Sliding down to his delectable neck, I sucked a mark against the tanned skin.

Maddox hissed through clenched teeth, "Fuck!" As I travelled lower to circle a dusky peak with the heat of my mouth.

Scraping my teeth over the hardened nub, I moaned as a strong hand pushed my head into Maddox's chest. I continued to lick and nip, not breaking off until Maddox cupped my swollen balls through the denim.

My head pulled back with a whimper.

"Oh God!" I thought I was going to cream my jeans as Maddox brought me close to the brink. Leaving my sore nipples, Maddox gripped my right ass cheek and I pushed back into the punishing grip.

The memory of the delicious pain Maddox had brought in the dining room flashed behind my eyelids. "Please!"

A dark chuckle. "Please what, pet?"

I was beyond caring about anything other than the need for only the pleasure Maddox could give me. "Please, Sir! God please!"

"You want me to redden your ass, pet? You want me to let you cum?"

I ground into the steely erection tenting Maddox's pants, looking for relief. He twisted a tortured nub and I screamed at the pleasure and pain. My cock was impossibly hard, my briefs wet, my balls aching.

"Yes! Please, Sir! Please!" I was almost sobbing with my need.

A hand landed on my ass, but the denim lessened its power. I growled in frustration. Hand leaving my groin, Maddox's nimble fingers went to work on my belt.

I nipped at the mark I had made on his neck and he groaned from deep in his throat.

A knock sounds from the locked door. Like a bucket of ice water, the spell is broken. I tried to scramble off Maddox, but a firm grip to the back of my neck causes an unmanly whimper to leave my lips, and is a strong incentive to stay put.

Our panting fills the silence left by the knock, and Maddox's eyes are squeezed tightly shut. But his rock hard erection digs into my thigh.

After a moment, Maddox barks out, "What?!"

From the other side of the door emerges a timid voice I don't recognize. Of course, with the amount of anger behind the one word Maddox had practically yelled, any sane person would be quaking in their boots. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Boss, but it's important. Demarco called."

Yet I wasn't afraid, for whatever odd reason. I almost felt...protected as Maddox's gloved hand gripped my hip, and the other hand put pressure on my neck until my forehead was against Maddox's heated chest.

The hunched position was somewhat awkward, so I wiggled backward a bit to try and get more comfortable. Clearly it was the wrong move, when Maddox growled under his breath.

A shaky breath left me and I nuzzled against the dark hair. I'd always had the natural inclination to be affectionate and clingy after sex. My head would have shot up at the realization if Maddox wasn't holding it down.

Neither of us had gotten off. That was apparent as both of the tents created by our hard shafts rubbed against each other. We'd had other encounters that felt more like sex than this. But this felt like the first one where we had connected on more than our primal desire. Especially now, with how Maddox was technically holding me in his lap. Some might even categorize it as cuddling.

I tuned back into the conversation happening through the door in time to hear Maddox snap, ".....in the car. 10 minutes."

"Yes, Boss."

Footfalls sounded down the hall, growing quieter as they got farther away.

Maddox breathed out a frustrated sigh that stirred the hair on my head. His grip tightened briefly on me, almost like he didn't want to let go, before his hands fell to his sides.

Taking it as the silent cue that it was, I pushed myself off him, getting onto my wobbly feet. I avoided his eyes, despite the fact I could feel his piercing stare on me. Away from his heat and enticing scent, I could think rationally, and was ashamed with how wantonly I gave myself over and acted.

Scouring the floor, I picked up my shirt and was about to slip it over my head when Maddox's words stopped me. "The shirt stays off."

"What?" I momentarily forgot my reasons for avoiding eye contact as my eyes shot to his.

His shirt was buttoned up, and he was starting for the door. Before exiting, he turned back, his emotionless mask back in place. I could almost feel the anger simmering beneath the surface, so I just averted my eyes and didn't argue.

He stood in place as if waiting for something.

I dropped my shirt back on the floor, then I heard the door slam closed behind Maddox.