‘She deserved it,’ Dax muttered.

‘No argument here. You know how to do your job.’

Bruno’s words got no reaction from Dax, Ivy had never felt so invisible, but his apathy only served to boil her blood. She wanted to start launching condiments at him over the table, he wouldn’t be able to ignore her then.

‘Brad says he might need you next week,’ Bruno said, changing the subject.

‘For what?’ Dax asked, still reading his paper. His tone was the most interested it had been all morning.

‘Didn’t say, you know how these things can change last minute, but thought I’d give you the heads up,’ Bruno said, taking another bite of toast from the piece she held. ‘I ordered a bunch of toys.’ Bruno squeezed her breast and she tried not to show tension in her jaw but it was growing increasingly difficult. ‘So I can keep taking care of business if you’ve got to split.’

‘Cool,’ Dax said and closed the paper then left the table. ‘I’m going downstairs.’

‘No worries, I’ll take care of things up here,’ Bruno said.

Dax wasn’t listening, he was already gone. Bruno was nonplussed, he opened for her to guide another bite of his breakfast between his teeth, and she had to take a deep breath before she offered it to him.

Bruno’s idea of “taking care of things” meant giving her task after task to do while he supervised. If he thought that expecting her to graft was some kind of hardship he clearly didn’t know much about her background. Scrubbing the kitchen was nothing new, she’d done her share of waitressing in various restaurants, which meant being part of the monthly deep clean in the kitchen, and no one had seen grease until they’d pulled out the in-built fryer in a fast food joint.

Either he wasn’t satisfied by her willingness to simply do the task laid before her without complaining and do what needed to be done, or he really wanted this beach house to be spotless, because each duty built on the last. She skimmed the pool, then he had her doing bits and pieces of yard work before polishing the living room and doing laundry, which required her to strip all the beds.

The day was almost over when he left her alone for the first time and that was in Dax’s bathroom again. This bathroom and the basement were the only two places she’d had any peace though even in these locations it wasn’t assured.

Bruno told her not to leave and gave her another scrubbing brush to clean this room, but as soon as he closed the door she tossed it aside and kicked off the heels he’d had her working in. Running the cold water, she rinsed her face and upper chest then closed her eyes against the cool relief offered by the refreshing water. Moments to herself were rare and she wouldn’t pass up this fortuitous one.

The door opened, shattering her seclusion, and when she opened her eyes to her reflection in the mirror, she saw Dax come into the room, shirtless and sweaty in a pair of workout shorts.

‘Get out of here, I need a shower,’ he said, though he’d already closed the door.

‘No,’ she said, turning on the faucet to wash her hands again. ‘I’ve been directed to stay in here.’

‘Fine, you can soap my back,’ he said and the harsh, unexpected smack he gave her ass made her grunt.

‘Would you please stop spanking me,’ she said in no way concerned that he would demand she return to the basement for her insolence.

He kept on coming toward her until his body pressed hers into the vanity. Pulling the ties from her hair, he dropped them and shook his spread fingers through her locks to loosen them.

‘That’s what you get when you’re a naughty girl,’ he said, tipping her head aside to kiss the side of her neck through her hair.

‘I did nothing wrong,’ she said, watching his hands in the mirror as they tugged up her bikini and closed around her naked breasts.

‘You said the word no to me,’ he whispered in her ear then kissed his way to her shoulder.

That she had to concede. ‘Who is Brad?’ she asked, arching her back to insist her tingling ass against the throbbing bulge of his groin.

‘None of your business,’ he said. ‘You do what you’re told, don’t ask questions.’

‘I wanted to ask Bruno where you were this morning. It’s not nice for a girl to wake up with a different man than the one she went to bed with.’

‘You better get used to it. If Brad sends the boys up here you’ll have a lot of cocks to keep happy.’

She didn’t like the sound of that. ‘You’re going to share me with your friends? I’m a free agent?’

‘More like free for all,’ he said, standing straight he drew his hips away from her as though the mood had left him.

‘You didn’t mind when Bruno had his hands all over me this morning, so I shouldn’t be surprised that you’d be happy if others did it too.’ Running her fingers through her hair, she arranged it to cover her breasts, which the length thankfully accommodated.

‘You thought because I fucked your cunt last night that I’d start giving a fuck about the rest of you?’ He slid open the shower stall and turned on the harsh spray before closing it to trap the steam. ‘Sorry, Minx, I’m not wired that way.’

‘What way is that?’ she asked his reflection. ‘Like a decent human being?’

Lunging at her, he thrust her forward to bend her over the vanity, causing her hands to land on either side of the mirror. She wanted her reflection to burn her anger into him, but he was fixated on her butt. With two fingers he tugged her bikini briefs halfway down her thighs and parted her ass cheeks. With his erection in hand he leaned closer, but she shot upright.

‘I don’t think so, big boy,’ she said. Her attempt to push him away only gave him the opportunity to take her hand to his erection. Drawing his hips back and forth, he began to fuck her closed fist.

‘You get wound so tight when you’re angry, Minx,’ he said, lowering his head to lick her earlobe.

‘That gets you horny? When I’m angry?’

His hands took her breasts again and the way he massaged her with those large, rough digits made her groan.

‘Suck me off,’ he murmured in her ear and she went rigid.

‘No!’ she exclaimed.

‘You know that you want to. You’re going to object on principle, but you know that wrapping that smart mouth around my hard dick is exactly what you’re thinking about right now.’

‘What I’m thinking about is cracking that hard skull of yours,’ she said and tried to butt him back out of the way, but she failed.

He took his erection from her and prodded it between her cheeks. ‘You get down there and suck my balls empty, or I fuck your tight virgin asshole raw. Your pick.’

‘And if I refuse you’re going to turn me over your knee again?’

‘I’m probably gonna do that anyway.’

‘Empty balls it is then,’ she said with a false smile as though it had been her intention all along to comply.

He gave her enough space to turn and fall to her knees, but didn’t give her enough time to blink before he squeezed his dick through her lips and forced the bulbous head to smack the back of her throat. She swallowed to relax her throat and prevent a gag reflex, but her actions made him groan. Sighing, she pushed his hips back to make him withdraw.

‘Don’t get over excited, I’ve said I’ll do it,’ she said, moistening her lips and lathering her saliva.

When she was ready, she took him in hand and set to work. Though his hand remained on her head throughout he actually wasn’t too forceful, he let her vary the pace and use her own experience. She sucked, licked and fondled until the pulse in his shaft fired and he swore out loud.

Instead of shooting his load in her mouth, as she had expected him to, he came out of her mouth and showered her breasts with the milky liquid. The heat of it slithered down her body and he tucked himself back into his shorts while she hung there in mid-air still agape.

‘What did you do that for’ she asked when she recovered. ‘I would have swallowed.’