Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,48
there’s a case for that. And three, we could offer Mr Malone his job back.”
“His job back? That’s ridiculous. What about the money he got from us. Is he going to give that back?”
Thea opened her mouth, but again Tony halted the conversation by simply lifting his hand. “There will be no giving back the money. That was his compensation, awarded lawfully. But we do owe it to the people who still work for us, and to Mr Malone, to get to the bottom of what actually went on. I’ve heard enough to convince me we should look again at this matter, and I’d like you all to leave this with me for now. I’ll consider what further action needs to be taken. If any.”
When both Thea and Isabel would have offered further argument he stood. “Thank you, everyone. And thank you especially, Mrs Richmond for bringing this matter back to our attention. I think we all have work to do now, do we not?”
They were dismissed, including her. Thea stood and would have filed out of the meeting room with the rest but Tony called her back.
“One moment, Mrs Richmond. If you please. And would you mind closing the door?”
Thea did as he asked, and returned to stand before the table. Tony remained seated, at its head.
“Mrs Richmond, I make this three nights you haven’t stayed at my house. Why is that?”
“I’ve been working at Kershaw’s, you know that. And not finishing until after eight most evenings. Holding down two jobs is hard work.”
“I get that. Maybe you need to relax more.”
“Perhaps. Do you have something in mind, Sir?” The shift was subtle, but irresistible. When he looked at her like that, when his tone took on that unrelenting Dom timbre, when his body language exuded power and control, she melted into her submissive mindset. It no longer mattered that they were in the office. He was her Dom, her Master, and she responded in the only way she could.
“I do. I’d like you to meet me at The Wicked Club this evening. Say around nine.”
“Very well, Sir.”
“And you’ll be sleeping with me tonight, at my house, so make sure you bring clothes for tomorrow and anything else you might need.”
“Of course, Sir. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I should say, you look very nice today, Thea. Is that a new dress?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s very—smart. Formal. Very suitable for the office. Tell me, Thea, what do you wear under such a respectable outfit?”
“An uplift bra, and a thong, Sir. And stockings of course.”
“Of course. Show me please.”
“You want me to take off my dress Sir? Here?”
“How else will you show me your delightfully sexy underwear, Mrs Richmond? It is delightfully sexy I assume?”
“I believe so, Sir.”
He offered no further comment, just raised one eyebrow and waited. He did not appear patient.
Thea fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress, but in seconds had managed to unfasten it and slid the burgundy fabric from her shoulders. The bodice of her dress dropped to her waist, then with the help of a slight shove the entire garment pooled on the floor. She stepped from the heap of dark red to stand closer to Tony.
He scrutinised her pale pink lacy bra, cut to reveal the upper curves of her breasts and only just covering her swollen nipples, then ran his gaze lower to take in the matching thong and barely black lace topped stockings. He twirled his finger, and she turned around to show him her rear.
“No bruises I see.”
“There were. They were lovely, but they faded.”
“I see. I’ll refresh those for you tonight.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’ll look forward to that.”
“I know you will, Mrs Richmond. Now, before you go, would you lean forward please? You can rest your hands on the table if you need to.”
Thea did as he asked.
Tony got to his feet at last and stood behind her. “Spread your legs, sub.”
She obeyed, widening her stance as far as she could, beyond what felt comfortable. She chewed on her lower lip as Tony slid his hand between her legs to tug her thong to one side. He plunged two, then three fingers inside her, scissoring them against her quivering inner walls. She stifled a gasp as her already wet cunt drooled in response.
As quickly as he had shoved his fingers into her, Tony withdrew them. “Stand up and turn round,”
Thea did so.
“Open your mouth.”
Again, she obeyed.
He licked the fingers he had just fucked her with, and smiled. “You taste so