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It had been two long days since Nick arrived at the apartment. Katherine wouldn’t have minded so much if he didn’t feel the need to comment on how ‘beautiful’ she was every time he saw her. It didn’t really come as a shock to her when Mr. Jonas spent as much time as he could at the apartment during those days, working out of his office instead of the boardroom where he should have been. It made her wonder if it was his way of keeping tabs on Nick being around her. Even if it wasn’t, she appreciated his presence.

On the third morning, Mr. Jonas was forced to go into the office because of a mandatory meeting. He left Mr. Harris at the house that day, which was odd since he never traveled without his head of security. He took Mr. Bates, one of the other security guards, with him instead. It was odd to her, but it only cemented the idea in her head that Mr. Jonas was keeping tabs on Nick.

Katherine tried to do her best to ignore Nick while she went about her duties around the house. But when he showed up in the kitchen shirtless as she began to prepare Mr. Jonas’ dinner, she was caught off guard. He had a towel hanging over his shoulders, looking sweaty and out of breath like he just got done working out.

“Can I help you with something, Mr. uh... Jonas?” She asked, realizing how weird it felt to call him that when she exclusively called Joe that for so long.

“I’ll take a glass of water,” he told her with a flirtatious smile.

Katherine did have to admit, he was a pretty decent looking man. To be honest, he and Joe didn’t look very much alike, but both of them were surely blessed with lovely genes.

“Sure,” she acknowledged quietly as she reached into the cupboard to grab a glass. When she turned back around she noticed Nick’s eyes on her backside.

“I’m not a piece of meat, Mr. Jonas,” she snipped. Nick looked up into her eyes and gave her a sly smile.

“Sorry. I can’t help it, beautiful. You are just so… appealing,” he said, biting his bottom lip momentarily.

Katherine sucked in a deep breath as she walked to the fridge and filled the empty glass with filtered water from the spout on the door. She knew she would have to hold her tongue as best she could since he was her boss’ brother.

“Here you go, sir,” she said, walking toward him, handing him the glass.

“Thanks, love,” he said, making sure his fingers slipped against hers as he grabbed the glass.

“Please, call me Nick. No need for such formalities. I’m not my cold-hearted brother,” Nick said with a roll of his eyes.

Katherine nodded and walked back toward the stove, stirring the pasta in the pot. When she turned back toward the sink to wash the lettuce for the salad, Nick was standing right there looking at her.

Holy Sh—” She yelped, completely startled by him.

“Sorry,” Nick chuckled.

“If you don’t mind, I need to work,” she said, taking another deep breath.

“I don’t mind,” Nick replied, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear.

She immediately flinched back. Why was he touching her?

“Oh, sweetheart. There’s no need to be afraid of me,” Nick cooed, smiling provocatively at her.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she told him sternly, pressing her hand firmly against his chest to keep a healthy distance between them.

“Good,” he said, reaching out a hand to rest on her waist.

“Nick—” She started, staring into his eyes.

She wasn’t sure what he was gonna do, but she was sure of what his intentions were. He was hitting on her.

“Don’t you find me attractive?” He asked, sending her another smile.

“It’s not that,” she breathed, dropping her vision as she shook her head

“It’s my brother?” He asked and her vision snapped up to his again.

“He’s my boss,” she said quietly.

“And what he doesn’t know won’t kill him,” Nick cooed, sliding his other hand gently behind her neck.

Her heart was beating so hard in her chest, her brain was a jumbled mess, and her mouth was so dry.

What was with these Jonas men? She had never been put in this sort of situation until she stepped foot in that apartment. And now it was happening for a second time. She wasn’t used to situations like this. No matter how many times she experienced this with Mr. Jonas, it didn’t make it any easier being seduced.

“Nick,” she breathed.

“Katherine,” he whispered.

Moments later, Nick’s lips met hers, kissing her softly. She froze, wondering what in the hell she was getting herself into. Why did he think he could do this and why was she allowing it?

When Nick’s mouth moved against hers, her lips became pliable. She wasn’t sure why she was letting it happen. But she was. And when Nick deepened the kiss, she kissed him back just as zealously. It was like something was unleashed inside of her as they stood in the middle of the kitchen pawing at each other. It wasn’t like her. But Joe had opened her up to new possibilities and now it seemed like everything in her brain was out of control.

This wasn’t cheating on Joe, right? No. It couldn’t be. They weren’t anything but occasional sexual partners. He was her boss though. She supposed it was a bit unprofessional… or a lot unprofessional since she was technically working. God. She was a mess.

Katherine broke the kiss, pushing at Nick’s chest. Both of them were struggling for breath and she could feel a sting on her lips from his stubble.

Something inside of her had told her to stop - that it wasn’t right. He wasn’t Joe.

“I’m sorry. I can’t,” she breathed as her fingers came up to touch her battered lips.

“Katherine,” Nick whispered.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized again, turning on her heels and exiting the kitchen.

She hid in her bedroom for a little while until she knew Nick would no longer be in the kitchen. Though she was expecting Mr. Jonas to be home any minute and she was no closer to having his dinner ready.

“Shit!” She yelped, remembering she left the stove on.

She ran out of her room and back into the now empty kitchen. When she made it to the stove, she realized the pot boiled all the water down and the pasta was burning to the bottom of the pan. It smelled awful.

Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she grumbled, turning off the stove before the smoke alarm went off.

Just then she heard the front door open with Mr. Jonas’ entrance. He was chatting with Mr. Bates as the two of them walked toward the kitchen.

“Miss Mason,” she heard Joe’s stern voice.

“Mr. Jonas,” she greeted weakly, holding the ruined pot in her hand.

“Kitchen mishap?” He questioned with a cock of his eyebrow.

“You could say that,” she sighed, looking at him sheepishly.

“I should deduct everything you’ve ruined of mine from your pay,” he said sternly as his eyes narrowed.

“Leave her alone, Hitler,” they heard Nick’s voice as he walked into the kitchen – fully clothed this time.

“I don’t think it’s any of your concern how I discipline my staff, Nick,” Joe snapped at him.

“Shit happens,” Nick said nonchalantly.

Joe’s eyes shot daggers at his brother. Katherine could only imagine what he was thinking.

“It’s alright. I will pay for the pot,” she said, butting into their little silent feud.

Joe looked at her and nodded his head before he exited the kitchen, disappearing into his office, while Mr. Bates went toward the security room.

“He’s not going to make you pay for the pot,” Nick told her reassuringly.

“Haven’t you done enough already?” She snapped at him.

“Me? What did I do?” Nick asked exasperated, a scoff of a laugh rattling out of him.

“This pot wouldn’t be ruined if you would have just left me be like I asked,” she growled, narrowing her eyes at him.

“You got me there, sweetheart,” Nick said, smiling wryly at her.

“Please. I need to finish dinner. I would appreciate it if you would leave,” she told him again.

“I get it,” he said, holding his hands up in front of him with a wide smirk on his face.

They stood there staring at each other for a few moments and she could feel the sexual tension, but it did absolutely nothing for her. She couldn’t see herself kissing Nick again or doing anything else with him. She could only see herself with one man, and that was his brother. And it hurt knowing he would never feel the same about her.

Miss Mason,” she heard Joe’s stern voice coming from the hallway outside of her bedroom. Shit. He sounded angry.

She had just gotten ready for bed in shorts and a t-shirt when she heard him. She quickly walked toward the door and opened it, seeing him standing in the dark hallway.

“Mr. Jonas?” She questioned. She was so confused. He never came to her room like this.

“Can I speak with you?” He asked firmly, his eyes dark as they looked into hers.

“Um, sure,” she said uneasily, noticing the red satin ties he held in his hands.

“Follow me,” he instructed, turning to walk down the hallway.

“Uh, okay,” Katherine agreed, turning off her bedroom light and following him across the apartment.

She watched as he opened the door of his home gym and turned to let her in.

“In here?” She asked, looking at him skeptically.

“Yes, Miss Mason. In here,” he stated, barely even looking her in the eye.

“Okay,” she breathed, stepping into the large mirrored room.

Mr. Jonas shut the door behind them and locked it. Her insides tightened, wondering what in the hell was going on. Why did he have satin ties in his hand? Was this her punishment? Was he going to strap her to the exercise bike and force her to work out?

“What is going on, Mr. Jonas?” She asked, turning toward him as he stood by the door.

“Miss Mason, are you aware there are cameras in nearly every inch of this apartment?” He asked evenly. Her insides knotted up. Oh, shit.

“N-no,” she stammered.

“Every room but the bedrooms and bathrooms are monitored,” Mr. Jonas elaborated.

She was in deep shit. She knew it. She let Nick kiss her. She kissed him back – after Joe specifically told her to stay away from him. But how – how did he find out so quickly? It was only a few hours ago. But then she quickly realized it must have been Mr. Harris that told him. Her stomach turned and she swallowed hard. If Mr. Harris saw her and Nick kissing in the kitchen, then there was no telling what else he’d seen – starting with the night Joe fucked her on the kitchen table.

“Mr. Harris—” She croaked out.

“I told him to keep an eye on Nick while I was away,” Joe told her.

“He’s… he’s seen everything, hasn’t he?” She stammered, feeling almost betrayed.

“Everything?” Joe asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Yes, everything,” she spat angrily at him.

“He sees what needs to be seen, Miss Mason,” he retorted.

“Including you fucking me on your kitchen table… and your desk… and against your office door?” She snapped at him, feeling absolutely sick to her stomach.

“He only sees what needs to be seen, Miss Mason,” Joe snapped back at her.

Fuck. I didn’t sign up for this,” Katherine grumbled under her breath, feeling absolutely violated.

“I assure you that every single person in my employ has signed the same NDA you have,” he told her evenly.

“That’s beside the fucking point, Joe!” She yelled at him, feeling so much anger.

“The footage is only kept if it’s something substantial,” Joe added, showing absolutely no emotion.

“Oh, god. Fuck you,” she snapped at him.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Katherine. And you’d be well-advised to watch your mouth,” Mr. Jonas said sternly.

“What did you mean?” She asked him, narrowing her eyes at him again.

“I meant that footage has long since been erased. If Mr. Harris saw it, he will never speak of it. Ever,” he informed her.

“But he has seen it! And who knows whoever else. That’s the point,” she told him, her nerves grating the more he spoke.

“If you remember, it was written in your contract that there would be surveillance at the house,” Mr. Jonas reminded her. As she thought back, she realized he was right.

“I read that long before we slept together! How am I supposed to remember that?” She snapped at him. Joe took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his shoulders noticeably relaxing.

“Miss Mason, how am I supposed to give you your punishment when you’re so distressed about something that is out of my control?” Joe asked, his voice sweetening up as he took a few long strides toward her.

Katherine’s body tensed with his words and her mouth went dry. He did bring her in there to punish her.

“Are you going to tie me up?” She asked him, looking down at the red satin material in his hand.

“Yes,” he said effortlessly, sliding the material between his fingers, stretching out its length. Her body shivered, but not necessarily in a bad way.

“What are you going to do to me?” She asked him, her voice shaking slightly.

Joe took another step toward her so they were standing flush against each other and brought his lips to her ear.

“I’m going to tie you up, Miss Mason, on that exercise bench over there. And I’m going to go down on you. But I’m not going to let you come. Not until I feel like you’ve sufficiently learned your lesson,” he breathed in her ear, making her shudder. Goosebumps slid across her skin, and the heat and desire shot up in her like gasoline on a fire.

“But the cameras…” Katherine whispered.

“There is no one in the security room to see it, Miss Mason,” he assured her. She took a deep breath and nodded her head.

“Good girl,” he said, smiling wryly at her.

He grabbed her wrist and led her toward the exercise bench he previously spoke of. She felt his fingers at the hem of her t-shirt, and without question she lifted her arms up and let him strip it off of her. She stood in front of him half-naked and watched as his eyes looked her up and down.

“Drop your shorts and panties,” Joe told her and she immediately obeyed, silently slipping them off.

“Now lie down on the bench with your arms up and your butt on the end,” he instructed her. Katherine took a deep breath, but did as she was told. Joe moved toward the top of the bench.

“Grip onto the poles, Miss Mason,” he told her and she did as asked.

“This is for talking back to me the other morning, Miss Mason,” he started explaining as he began to tie her right hand to the first pole.

“And for ruining yet another one of my belongings,” he continued as he tied up her other hand.

“And for kissing my brother after I explicitly asked you to stay away from him,” he finished as he reached over and slapped one of her bare breasts, leaving a stinging red mark across it. She hissed under her breath.

“Do you understand, Miss Mason?” He asked.

Mm-hmm,” she hummed, biting at her bottom lip.

“Do you understand, Miss Mason?” He snapped, accentuating each word before slapping the other breast even harder than the first.

Yes, sir,” she hissed between clenched teeth.

“Now, spread your legs for me, Miss Mason,” Joe said, walking around to the bottom of the bench, undoing his neck tie as he did. She did as asked. Her eyes never left him. He looked so fucking sexy. She almost couldn’t take it.

“Did you like kissing my brother, Miss Mason?” He asked, his words so sugary sweet, she knew they were bad for her.

“No,” she breathed, narrowing her eyes at him.

“It sure looked like you did,” he countered and her stomach turned.

“You watched it?” She snapped, narrowing her gaze further at him.

“I had to see the betrayal with my own eyes,” he said evenly.

“Betrayal? If you watched the whole thing you would have seen me push him away,” she seethed.

“Not after you stuck your tongue down his throat,” Joe challenged, causing the words to dry up on her tongue.

“Did you like it, Miss Mason?” He asked again.

“I didn’t… I didn’t like that it wasn’t you,” she whispered.

Joe’s eyebrow quirked as he looked down at her. She stared back up at him, tears threatening at the back of her eyes. Silence engulfed them and she couldn’t read one single emotion on his face. He was infuriating.

A moment later, he sank down to his knees in front of her, and she raised her head as well as she could, painfully stretching the muscles in her neck just to see him. His eyes were already glazed over as he took in her naked body stretched out before him. She anticipated his touch like she anticipated her next breath. She sighed when she finally felt the palms of his hands slide up her inner thighs. Goosebumps cascaded across her flesh as a tingle spread up her spine.

“Do you remember what I said?” He asked lowly.

“W-what?” She stammered.

“You’re not allowed to come,” he said, his words sounding more like a threat than anything.

“Y-yes,” she breathed.

“Relax,” he cooed, sliding his palm up her abdomen.

Katherine rested her head back down against the bench and closed her eyes, trying to even out her breathing. But it was of no use. When she felt his tongue slide up her cleft, her breathing labored almost immediately. Her body shuddered as he continued, his tongue swirling, his lips sucking the intense bundle of nerves. Pleasure engulfed her almost immediately and she moaned inwardly.

Do not come, Miss Mason,” Mr. Jonas hissed, slapping her womanhood, much like he slapped her breasts earlier.

Ahh,” she cried out before he continued to go down on her.

As the minutes ticked by, the more and more the aching need to come enraptured her. She needed it so badly. Her body was writhing and shuddering so much that he needed to hold down her legs. And just as she felt the fruitful feelings of orgasm begin, Joe pulled away completely.

“Fuck. No,” she cried out, whimpering, needing the release so badly.

“You may not come, Miss Mason,” Joe hissed, looking up at her.

Joe…” She whined.

“You are being punished, Miss Mason. You may not come,” he said again.

Katherine tugged at the ropes binding her wrists. She wanted so badly to touch herself, to give herself some sort of relief.

“Uh-uh, Miss Mason. Why do you think I’ve bound your hands?” Joe tutted, smirking devilishly at her.

“This isn’t fair,” she whined.

“I told you exactly what was going to happen before I began,” he reminded her.

“I didn’t know it would be like this,” she whined.

“Like what?” He asked curiously.

“Like… like sexual torture,” she sighed, biting at her bottom lip so hard that all she could feel was pain.

“I can assure you this is not torture, Miss Mason. You’d know if I was torturing you,” he told her.

“Have you… have you tortured someone before?” She asked, not even sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“No, not torture. But I’ve done much more challenging things to someone before,” he told her.

“Sexually?” She asked, cringing as she said the word.

“Yes, Miss Mason,” he nodded and her stomach dropped. She didn’t want to think about him with anyone else.

“I think you’re ready to go again,” he said, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Again?” She whined.

“Yes, Miss Mason, again,” he said as he disappeared between her legs.

He did this three more times – bringing her to her brink only to back away when she so desperately needed a release. She cried out each time. And each time her body filled with more and more rage. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to hit him. But above all else, she wanted to come.

Each time it got harder and harder to handle. And when he went back for the fifth time, her tears finally began to fall. She wept as her body rose and rose and rose with sexual pleasure. Her body writhed uncontrollably, knowing it would not find its release.

“STOP! Stop it! STOP now!” She screamed.

Joe’s head popped up from between her legs, staring at her with a look of question.

“Stop it NOW!” She screamed.

“Katherine?” He questioned, wiping at his mouth.

“RED!” She screeched as she remembered the safe word. Joe looked absolutely stricken.

Untie me,” she seethed.

“Katherine, are you okay?” He asked with a stunned look on his face.

“Untie me right now, god damn it!” She snapped, staring down at him with angry eyes. He stood up quickly and untied her, one hand at a time.

“Katherine,” he said quietly.

She stood up quickly, nearly falling over because her equilibrium was off. Joe caught her by the arm.

“Don’t touch me!” She snapped, ripping her arm away from him.

“Katherine, please,” he said softly.

Katherine bent over and picked up her clothes, replacing them quickly on her body, her legs aching from being held open for so long.

“You’re fucked-up. So fucking fucked-up,” she snapped at him before she moved toward the door, unlocking it and throwing it open.

She ran to her room, away from him. She didn’t want to be near him. She couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t be around someone who was so fucked-up that they needed to torture women in order to be sexually satisfied. Fuck that.

She slammed her bedroom door and fell into a heap on the floor. Her body ached. Every muscle was on fire. The tears never stopped. She felt so violated, so used.

“Katherine,” she heard Joe say quietly. She looked up to see him standing in her now opened doorway.

“Get the fuck out of here, Joe,” she snapped, feeling so exhausted. She didn’t know if she had the emotional and mental strength to fight with him.

“Katherine, I’m sorry,” he apologized, looking guilty.

She stood up quickly and walked toward him at the same pace.

“I don’t care. I don’t care how sorry you are. You are fucked-up. You need fucking help,” she yelled in his face.

His face fell into a look of anger and a split second later he gripped her arms and slammed her against the wall. She cried out, fearful of what he might do to her.

“Don’t tell me what I need, little girl,” he snapped at her, his grip tightening on her arms. She whimpered from the pain and then she saw his tense shoulders fall. His grip on her arms loosened and slid down to her wrists.

“I’m sorry, Katherine. I’m sorry,” he sighed.

Her body shook with tremors, her tears temporarily subsiding. He looked so fucking broken, so fragile.

“Joe…” She whispered as her heart thawed for him. How did that happen so easily?

His eyes looked up into hers, two brown orbs full of vulnerability and she knew she wanted to comfort him. She leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips.

It only took about two seconds before the fire was ignited in both of them. His hands tightening on her wrists, bringing them above her head as his mouth worked over hers, his tongue swirling against her own. Her desire for him was back after its temporary lapse. She wanted him so badly. She wanted only him.

Oh, god,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath as Joe’s kisses trailed down her neck.

His left hand held her wrists tightly above her head as his right hand slipped into her shirt, caressing her breast. At that point, she was certain she could come just by his touch.

“Fuck me, Joe,” she pleaded.

A guttural moan rumbled up inside of him and he let go of her wrists. Her arms came down, wrapping around his neck as they continued to kiss. He gripped her around her waist, picking her up and her legs circled around him instinctively.

Just before Joe took her to the bed, he kicked her door closed and shut off her bedroom light. When he dropped her down on the mattress, she felt excitement engulf her. She was going to get her one true desire – him.

Katherine watched him through the dimness as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, discarding it on the floor. She sat up and quickly helped him release from the confines of his belt and pants, letting his cock spring free in front of her. She salivated at the thought of him in her mouth and couldn’t hold back her desire.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his penis and sucked it into her mouth. He groaned above her and she couldn’t help the moan that came out of her. He tasted so good.

“Fuck, Katherine,” he hissed, weaving his fingers into her hair.

She sucked and licked and took him deep within her mouth, back and forth. She no longer possessed the control to hold back. She wanted all of him.

“Katherine, baby. Slow down. I do not want to come. Not like this,” he told her, placing his fingers underneath her chin. She pulled off of him and looked up into his eyes.

“You’re so sexy,” he cooed. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. For some reason his words were so entirely validating.

“Let’s get you undressed, baby,” he said softly, leaning down to grip the hem of her shirt. And for the second time that night, she let him undress her.

She lay naked and sprawled out for him once again, this time unbound in her own bed. She watched as he leaned down and dug into his pants pocket.

“I had every intention of fucking you tonight, baby. I’m sorry I drug it out so long,” he cooed, holding a condom between his middle and forefinger. She smiled up at him, feeling completely blissed-out already.

“Do you forgive me?” He asked with hopeful eyes.

She couldn’t believe the words he was saying. It was almost like she was dreaming. This powerful man – this fucked-up, beautiful, powerful man was actually apologizing for his actions. And she believed the sincerity in his words.

“I forgive you,” she whispered, reaching out to him.

He crawled up in her bed, kissing her swiftly. And she felt so incredibly close to him, body and soul.

It wasn’t long before he put on the condom and pushed inside of her. And it was welcomed – so fucking welcomed. She was certain she even let out a noticeable sigh when he did. He didn’t start out slow, because he knew she was already ready. He knew she didn’t want to be toyed with anymore. He just went – fucking her hard and fast. And she was gasping and moaning – knowing full well the guest bedroom was right down the hallway, but neither of them cared who heard.

Katherine came long and hard within the first five minutes, leaving her blissed-out and sated almost immediately. Who knows how many more times she came with him rocketing in and out of her. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the constant pleasure he made her feel. The aching was gone. She was just happy.

She remembered falling asleep in his arms minutes after he rolled off of her. She was completely spent. She had no energy left in her. And when the alarm went off at 6:30 the next morning, she could barely move. But it only took her a few minutes to realize why. Joe’s arms were still wrapped around her like a vice grip. He stayed. He spent the night with her in her bed.

Katherine turned to face him, realizing he was still asleep. But the movement of her body in his arms awakened him moments later. He looked a bit startled at first, but relaxed when he realized where he was.

“Hi,” she said apprehensively, wondering if it would freak him out that he was waking up in her bed. But when a ghost of a smile crossed over his lips and he croaked out a ‘Good Morning’, Katherine knew they were okay.

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