Willful Violation (Lawyers Behaving Badly Book 3) (4 page)

M
aisie stretched forward
, her lips straining for Raphael’s shaft. So close. So very close—

“Bad girl,” he said. “You’ll be punished for that later.”

He turned around, and Maisie sat up.

A state trooper was pacing outside the vehicle.

Even that fearsome sight didn’t put much of a damper on her arousal. She pulled up her panties, though.

Trent opened the door. He had tucked himself away, but his clothing and hair were noticeably disheveled.

He got out. A moment later, Raphael did as well, closing the door behind him.

Maisie inched toward the window and watched with wide eyes. She couldn’t hear any of what was being said.

All three men looked toward the rear of the limo. Maisie followed their gaze and saw that another vehicle was coming to a stop just beside the trooper’s car.

Ethan got out, and the car sped away.

Maisie swallowed as Ethan approached the other men.

The four of them spoke for a moment, and then Ethan opened the door. Cooler air rushed inside.

The trooper took a step forward. “Come on out, honey.”

She looked down at her clothing. Her blouse was fine, if a little crumpled and damp from sweat, but Raphael had ripped her skirt so badly that if she obeyed, she would be exposed out there.

“I can’t,” she said, her voice trembling, a hand covering her pussy in case the trooper came in after her.

Trent bent down. His dark eyes simmered with impatience. “Come out,” he commanded.

“My skirt.” She said it in a whisper, but Trent’s gaze dropped.

His expression hardened. “I gave you an order, Maisie. Come out. Now.”

If Trent wanted her to get out, she’d better do it. Maybe they were all in a lot of trouble, and it was more important for her to be out of the limo, even if her lower half was only covered by a pair of nearly sheer panties with ruined elastic.

She whimpered in fear as she awkwardly scrambled toward the door. The vestiges of her skirt fell away.

Trent offered her a hand, and she accepted it, allowing him to help her to the side of the road.

She couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze, so she stared at the ground.

“Well, what do we have here?” the trooper asked. “I see you fellows have been up to your old tricks.”

Old tricks?

Her head flew up, and she saw that the trooper was smiling, almost laughing. He was a large and handsome man, broad of shoulder. Each of his biceps was bigger than her head. His close-cropped hair was a pale blond, as were his eyebrows.

“Stay close to the car,” he told her. Then he said to Ethan, “Are you sharing your submissive?”

Maisie didn’t dare look at Ethan.

Did she want him to share her? In theory, yes…

But if her bosses did make her service this stranger, it would also feel like a betrayal.

“We’re not sharing,” Ethan said.

“Then I suppose I’ll just watch,” the man said.

Raphael stroked her cheek. She looked up into his blue eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he’d forgiven her.

He reached inside the limo and grabbed her ruined skirt, then spread it over the ground in a motion that almost seemed chivalrous.

“On your knees,” he said softly.

Maisie sank gracefully to her knees. She turned her palms upright, just the way Trent had taught her.

“Goddamn,” the trooper said. “You bastards have all the luck. Are you sure I can’t—”

“We’re sure,” Trent said, a harsh edge to his voice.

Ethan unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, thick cock. It twitched slightly. “You can watch, you can jerk off if you want, but she’s ours.”

“Understood,” the trooper said.

“Unbutton your blouse, Maisie,” Ethan said. His voice was as intimate as if they were alone.

She did as he asked, revealing her lace-cupped breasts.

Taking a step forward, Ethan dragged the side of his cock over her face. He was standing almost beside her, and when he pressed his cock into her mouth, it was at an angle.

Ethan Brennbach. The sound of his voice, the scent of him… There was nothing she wouldn’t have done to make him happy.

Maisie started to turn her head so she could accept him properly, but then Trent was there, wanting her attention.

And then Raphael.

A truck rumbled by, but Maisie only barely noticed it. The limo and the trooper’s car were blocking them from the view of curious passers-by. Well, from all curious gawkers except the trooper.

“Stick out your tongue,” Ethan ordered.

She hastened to obey, and the men pressed in close. Together, their thick shafts presented a throbbing bouquet of erect masculinity.

“Touch yourself,” Trent said as Raphael pressed fully into her mouth. “I want you to come over and over again.”

Never had she imagined she’d ever get such an order.

Almost not believing her ears, Maisie dropped a quivering hand between her legs. When her fingers touched her most sensitive flesh, she went rigid for a moment at the overwhelming sensation.

Four men crowded around her: her three elegant bosses, and the trooper standing to her left.

“Do me a favor and get behind her,” Ethan said. “Hold her while we fuck her mouth.”

Maisie’s fingers moved faster and faster. Ethan’s cock, his familiar taste… She was lost. An orgasm ripped through her just as the stranger’s hands settled on her head.

He took a tight hold, but the rest of her body jerked with bliss.

“Another one, Maisie,” Trent growled.

Ethan pulled back as Trent thrust forward. Maisie’s hand was slippery and wet, and she could smell the earthy, sexy scent of herself.

She cried out. Raphael surged forward. The stranger held her in place.

“I need her now,” Trent gasped, and Maisie’s head was turned his way moments before salty spurts jetted from his cock.

Another orgasm surged through her as she swallowed his gift. Then Raphael was pulling her toward him as he groaned his pleasure, which only left Ethan, who hadn’t been part of that intense torture in the limo.

Ethan was in a mood, all right. He was rock-hard and almost frenzied in his lustful pace.

If not for the trooper holding her in place, she would have been trying to get away. Humiliating squelching noises emerged from her throat as he fucked her mouth. By the time he unleashed his load, her knees ached, her neck hurt, and her jaw felt like it was going to fall off.

The trooper grudgingly released her. “That was fucking hot.”

“I’m sure she’ll kneel obediently while you jerk off,” Raphael said. He was leaning against the side of the limo, watching.

“Don’t get anything on her,” Ethan said.

The trooper’s eyes stared down into Maisie’s. He pulled his pants and boxers to his knees and took a chokehold on his cock.

Staring at her, he jerked it violently.

Maisie was surprised by how much it turned her on, all the men surrounding her, watching her, and her bosses keeping her safe, protecting and guarding her for their own personal use.

Look, but don’t touch.
She felt treasured.

She watched transfixed as the stranger’s balls drew up closer to his body. Spurts of fluid arced from his tip and splatted onto the ground.

The trooper exhaled. “You have no idea how much control that took,” he said.

“We’re not being stingy,” Ethan said. “She’s not some woman we picked up in the sex club.”

“Ah,” the trooper said as he tucked away his spent cock. “A new initiate, then. Smart. You can train her exactly how you like. I need to find a good submissive, someone who craves domination and sex.”

“But you work too much,” Ethan said. “We know. Maisie practically fell into our laps. Speaking of work, do you have what I asked for?”

“Yup.” The trooper took one final lustful look at Maisie, then headed toward his vehicle. Ethan followed.

“How was that?” Raphael asked. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes. Lots.” Especially now that he wasn’t still angry with her.

“Did you want our friend to fuck you?” Trent asked. He looked a little… jealous?

Maisie chewed on her lower lip, and Raphael said, “You can think about it inside the car.”

“No,” she said. “I didn’t want him to fuck me.”

As Raphael was helping her get in, Ethan returned. He had a folder in one hand and a blue shirt in the other.

“Change into this,” he said to Maisie. “It’s big enough to cover what’s necessary.”

She gave it a sniff. Clean—it smelled faintly of laundry detergent. The shirt was crisp, likely ironed, and she felt a little guilty as she changed into it.

“Who is that guy?” she asked as the men settled into the limo. Obviously the trooper had history with her bosses.

“An old friend,” Trent said.

“What’s in the folder?”

Ethan raised his eyes to her. “You know what happens to curious kittens, don’t you?”

“They get petted and fed lots of cream?”

He stared at her steadily, then returned to reading. The limo merged onto the road.

Raphael was knotting his tie. “The folder is information on Byron Ballystock that might come in handy.”

“That was fast. Byron only threatened us a couple of hours ago,” she said as she rolled up the shirt’s cuffs.

“Incorrect,” Ethan said without looking up. “He threatened us when Norm went missing.”

Wow. Back then, everyone had thought Norm was just in hiding for a few days. “You always cover your bases, don’t you?”

“Always.” Raphael pulled out his phone.

Maisie was about to ask if the trooper had dug up the dirt they’d planned to use to blackmail Norm, but Trent said, “Quiet, now. Let us concentrate.”

His tone was gentle, but resentment tweaked her anyway. Their reasons for keeping her partially in the dark were good ones, but it only reinforced the power difference between them.

They had money, power, connections, and knowledge.

She had… them. And who knew how long that would last?

Thirty minutes later, the limo was in horse country. Long, newly paved roads that rose and fell rhythmically. Green oceans of grass.

The road they were driving down was lined with white fences surrounding picturesque pastures. Here and there, a sleek horse grazed, tail swishing.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“We’re going to my grandfather’s estate,” Raphael said, distracted. He passed the paper he was reading to Trent. “Take a look at that.”

Trent read it, then nodded in satisfaction before passing it to Ethan.

“Maybe you should do this stuff when I’m not here,” Maisie said.

Ethan skimmed the paper, then returned it to Raphael. Only then did he turn his attention to Maisie.

“You’re right,” he said. “It must be frustrating to be kept out of the loop, but if this gets out, you’ll be protected. Your fingerprints aren’t on the papers. You don’t know what they say. Where’s the ring?”

“I have it,” Raphael said.

“We’ll review the recording together,” Ethan said, “and then the three of us will have a meeting about how to proceed. You’re not a part of this, Maisie. It’s for your own safety.”

T
he limo turned
onto what seemed to be a private road. The graceful sign hanging from a post said
Lattimore Meadows
.

The name sounded like a McMansion subdivision, but this was the real thing. Old money. Real power.

A horse grazing in a nearby field raised its head as they slowly drove past. It was a beautiful animal, dapple gray.

“Why’s that horse wearing a hood over its ears and face?” Maisie asked.

“Flies or sun protection,” Raphael said.

“Doesn’t it bother him that he can’t see?” She twisted in her seat.

“It’s a fine mesh over the eyes. Do you know how to ride?”

She shook her head. “And I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Too bad.”

Trent slapped him on the shoulder. “She’d rather be ridden, I think.”

Even though Raphael smiled, he still seemed disappointed.

The limo came to a stop in front of a mansion surrounded by majestic oak trees. Wind vibrated the leaves and ruffled the fields of grass, which extended forever in every direction.

Trent offered Maisie his hand. It was a small gesture, but it cinched for Maisie that her earlier sins had been forgiven.

She inhaled, pulling fresh air and the scent of hay deep into her lungs.

When Raphael had mentioned his grandfather’s estate, Maisie had imagined something tasteful, but also old and stodgy. The white mansion couldn’t have been more than five or ten years old. It was three stories tall and sprawling, with hundreds of windowpanes and a fairy-tale-like blue shingle roof.

It looked like the kinds of houses she used to fantasize about living in.

Voices drifted on the wind, coming from farther up the driveway. The stables were probably back that way.

Raphael opened the front door. “We’ll use the office in the back,” he said. “I’ll inform the staff that I’m here and to keep out of the house.”

Trent touched her shoulder. “This way.”

As he led her past dozens of beautiful rooms, Maisie tried not to stare. Even though the interior was minimally furnished—so much empty space—there was warmth and a homey quality to the place. It was the color scheme, she decided. All the cozy yellows and soft whites.

“Have a seat,” Trent said, indicating a pair of salmon-colored, wood-footed sofas.

The room looked nothing like any office Maisie had ever seen. Thick marble columns on either side of the entry lent it a classic air, though the plaid curtains hanging over the lower windows softened the impression. A second, higher row of windows had no coverings at all.

As she took a seat, she noticed a bar to the left of the entry. She looked longingly at the row of hanging martini glasses.

“Need a drink?” Ethan asked. He pressed on the wood panel below the counter, and a door sprang open. “Water, tonic water, cola, orange or cranberry juice?”

“Is there any vodka?”

He opened another panel and pulled out a bottle.

“Screwdriver, please.”

“One for me as well,” Trent said. He’d taken a seat on the other sofa. “How long since you’ve been out here?”

“Oh, six months,” Ethan said. He carried over two drinks, then returned for two more.

“It’s probably been a year for me,” Trent said. He frowned. “I think that’s how long it’s been since I’ve left the city.”

Ethan exhaled. “Our lives have certainly changed.”

“When all this is over, I’m taking a month off.”

“If the partners agree to let you go,” Ethan said.

Maisie laughed a little, thinking it was a joke. When neither man joined in, she realized Ethan was referring to all of LB&B’s partners, and not just the three founding partners.

She sipped her drink, the acidic juice and slightly bitter vodka mixing on her tongue. Apparently, Raphael’s grandfather was too cheap to spring for good vodka.

The thought of a rich man hesitating to cough up a few extra bucks for quality amused her.

Raphael entered, carrying a laptop. “Welcome to the office,” he said to Maisie. “I always do my best work here, because of the bar.”

He placed the laptop on the coffee table and opened it up, then pulled the ring from his pocket.

Maisie leaned forward to watch.

When he twisted off the top of the ring, a flat prong was revealed. He plugged it into an intermediary device, which he then slotted into the laptop’s USB port.

A moment later, the audio from the interrogation filled the room.

They listened in silence. When Detective Wilder thanked Maisie, she said, “I guess it’s about four minutes until Byron came out to the car.”

Each of her bosses seemed to be in his own little world, so Maisie remained quiet.

Then the audio started up again.

It was difficult to make herself listen to Byron’s threats. When they reached the part where he accused her of being a slut and sleeping with a married man, the room fell so quiet that Maisie wouldn’t even let herself swallow for fear of making a noise.

“I’m sorry that happened,” Raphael said when the recording ended. “And I think I owe you an apology. He’s very convincing.”

Maisie nodded, surprised.

“We’re going to discuss the situation in light of the folder’s contents,” Ethan said. “You did an excellent job, Maisie. Whatever Byron Ballystock believes privately, he doesn’t have a justifiable reason to go after you.”

She nodded.

“You can wander around the mansion if you’d like,” Raphael said. “Or visit the stables. We won’t be longer than ten or fifteen minutes.”

“There’s an indoor pond at the end of the hallway,” Trent said. “It’s pleasant.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“I’ll take you,” Raphael said, standing. His fingers resting on the small of her back, he guided her down the hall.

“Maisie,” he said. “I have to apologize again.”

She shook her head. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been confrontational.”

“Yes and no. We want you perfectly submissive in the bedroom, but outside of it, this is like any other relationship. Being comfortable speaking your mind is vitally important. Yes, your approach was lacking, but after hearing that recording, I can’t fault your emotional response.”

She didn’t know what to say. The whole thing was making her uncomfortable.

“I also happen to think Byron is telling the truth,” Raphael said. “One of the other partners might be staying at the hotel and charging it to the company card. We do allow them a certain amount of leeway, and so long as the firm is reimbursed before the end of the billing cycle, we let it go. Maybe it’s time to end that practice. It would make the accountants happy.”

He rubbed his chin.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said. “Maisie…”

“Yes?”

He suddenly leaned in and kissed her.

Warmth swirled in her core as his lips devoured hers. He was the opposite of how he’d been in the limo.

But his gentle kiss became increasingly demanding, and the air around them seemed to crackle with lust.

He roughly cupped the back of her head and kissed her harder. By the time he pulled away, her entire body was in aching agony for him.

Maisie stared into his eyes. She felt completely turned around and confused. She liked Raphael. He was attractive and very, very intelligent. Cultured, too.

But there always seemed to be a wall between them. During sex, when he was horny and dominant, taking what he wanted, the wall almost disappeared, but the moment things ended, it was back.

She couldn’t read his expression, but she felt something for him that until now had been mostly reserved for Ethan. Something deeper than lust and infatuation.

“You were in a band,” she said quietly.

She never would have dared, but for the first time, their interaction felt… It felt real. Like something more than two horny bodies vying for physical release.

He smiled a little. “I was. How did you know?”

“The picture on your bookcase.”

He moved closer, until his lips were almost touching hers. His eyes were half-lidded. “Most people never notice that, Maisie.”

His lips brushed hers, and she tilted her head back more, submitting to him.

“What else have you noticed?” he asked between teasing kisses.

“You have a tattoo,” she said, and she was bold enough to press her hand against his belt. “What is it?”

He stiffened slightly. “It’s nothing,” he said, and he was pulling away. “I’ll be back to get you soon. It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.”

After he’d left, Maisie replayed the interaction.

Something was changing. It wasn’t just Raphael, either.

She was getting accustomed to these men, to having them in her life.

Which meant that when they got tired of their kinky games, they would leave her devastated.

There was so much she didn’t know about them, and right now, they were making decisions that would affect the rest of her life.