For the first minute after the spanking ended, the only sound in the great room was the sniffling whimpers of a chastised Rachel. Brianna had started stroking her hair to calm her, eliciting a deep sigh that told Markus he'd done his job well.
He helped Rachel to her feet where she stood, shuffling, before him, covering her bald pussy with her hands self-consciously. He had witnessed Derek punishing her often enough to know what she expected. He held out the back of the hairbrush and she leaned down to give her tormentor a kiss.
"Okay, little girl. You can go with Bri and Tiffany to get your ice cream now."
Rachel leaned down with a bright smile on her face, hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much, Master Markus!" And off she skipped, her panties still around her thighs, happy as a lark.
Markus finished barking his orders. "Rachel, you'll sleep in Master Lukus's bed with Tiffany tonight. Take your ice cream bowls back and I'll be there to tuck you girls in soon." Turning to his wife, who was still kneeling next to his chair, he added, "Bri, you know how I want you waiting for me."
The lust in her eyes had him wanting to jump to his feet and follow her that instant. "Yes, Sir. Don't be too long." She looked as if she might self-combust as she pushed to her feet to skip off to the bedroom with her friends.
After the men were alone, Markus looked back at Aiden, who had sat quietly throughout the punishment. The cop shifted uncomfortably before admitting, "Well, fuck, that was hot as hell."
Markus agreed. "You got that right. If you'll excuse me boys, I'm off to have my wife take care of this hard-on. Help yourselves to the couch or the other guest room."
Chapter Six
Hannah
Hannah stopped long enough to fill the meter with enough cash to cover parking for a few hours. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, and wondered if she was being paranoid. Jake's Corvette was nowhere to be seen, but as she watched the cars driving past Bloomer's Florist, she was sure she caught sight of that cute guy named Dylan who'd been hanging around the Four Seasons bar the last few weeks.
Her initial impression of him had been that he was a good guy, but she'd since been reminded she had zero ability to judge people; and since almost every man she had ever interacted with on a personal level had hurt her in one way or another, she wasn't yet ready to give Dylan the benefit of the doubt. The fact that he'd shown up around the same time she'd met Jake Davenport was working against him. She wouldn't put it past Jake to have hired Dylan to keep tabs on her.
The bell on the door dinged her arrival at the small florist shop she worked at five days a week. Her best friend Mia was behind the counter, taking an order from one of their regular customers. Hannah went to the back to get started on their many orders. It was prom and wedding season, and they thankfully had more work than they knew what to do with.
Several minutes later, Mia's voice caught Hannah's attention from the doorway. "I called Lucy again yesterday. I told her to get her ass home and help. It's not fair that you get stuck working so hard when, technically, Lucy should be pulling her weight around here."
This was an old argument for the best friends. "I told you, I don't mind. God knows, you've helped me so much by letting me bring Connor into the shop and giving me a job when I had no experience as a florist," Hannah said.
"It doesn't matter. She's been goofing around down in LA trying to get famous for long enough. Her classes are out now. She should be home this summer to help out around here."
"What did she say when you called?" Hannah continued unboxing their shipment of roses.
"You don't want to know. I got her attention, though, when I told her I wasn't sending her any more money. If she wants cash, she can come home and work for it like the rest of us."
Hannah was about to tell Mia again that they didn't need Lucy's help since, technically, Lucy was no help at all even when she was there, but she pushed the words down, knowing Mia would need her younger sister's help if Hannah decided she needed to leave town because of Jake Davenport.
They were back in the front of the flower shop when Hannah heard the incoming text on her phone. The words on her screen made her knees start shaking.
Text from Jake:
'You can't hide, Hannah. You agreed to do a job for me and I expect you at work tonight.'
With her trembling fingers she replied:
'Not a chance. Find someone else.'
Several minutes passed, and she thought he might have finally given up pressuring her to change her mind. She wouldn't be that lucky.
Text from Jake:
'Will pick you up at 9 pm. No is not an option.'
Hannah didn't realize she was crying until the tears spilled down onto her phone. She was out of time. She'd either need to let Jake use her, putting her in danger, or she needed to pack up and leave before nine that night. She looked around the flower shop she'd worked in for the last two years. She was going to miss it and Mia very much, but she needed to think of Connor. She was all he had.
Dylan
"Let's go back to that last photo. Who's that guy with Davenport?"
Dylan listened while his boss, Lukus, ran another meeting of his employees working on the Davenport case.
Cameron, their tech guru, answered over the speakerphone. He was the only one still investigating from Chicago. "His name is Mohammed Khezal and, as best I can tell, he's Davenport's number two at Strictly Disciplined. He's there daily, and we've seen him giving more
