Ripped Envelope

ZACH

Catherine approaches me, extending a letter she’s just received. “Express mail,” she announces. I’m outside with Callum and Dante, reviewing the architect’s plans for the new building I’ve ordered.

The structure will serve multiple purposes: stables, a gym, and home offices, with a few rooms for employees to stay overnight if needed. It will replace the old, rundown stables currently on the property with newer, more environmentally friendly ones. Once we secure the necessary permissions—which shouldn’t be an issue since the house came with plans for a new outbuilding in the same location—the construction should only take a few months.

But my focus isn’t on the blueprints anymore. The only thing that could have arrived by recorded post is Tilly’s DNA results. I didn’t expect them to be ready in just a day, but I did pay for expedited processing.

I rip open the envelope, attracting curious looks from Callum and Dante. I extract a single sheet of paper and quickly skim the medical terminology and explanations about the reliability of genetic testing. My eyes land on a line written in bold red text: Based on the genetic swabs received, Miss Tilly Ballard-Mason is 99.97 percent not genetically related to Mr. Tyler Mason.

“Fuck.” I didn’t believe him. I didn’t believe him, and he was telling the truth. Catherine takes the paper from my hands as I start cursing. “Fuck, shit, bollocks!” I pace around, feeling like a fool. “I’m a fool.”

“Yes, you are,” Catherine concurs.

Callum walks over to Catherine and reads the paper. He reads it repeatedly, then looks at me, then Catherine, then Dante. The architect looks puzzled, standing by her small foldable table.

Callum interrupts her. “If you will excuse us, I have something that needs addressing…immediately.” He grabs my arm and pulls me toward the house. Once we’re inside, he shuts the door and confronts me. “What the fuck is this?”

“Violet and I conducted our own DNA test yesterday. I paid for express testing. Those are the results...” He reads the paper again, his eyebrows raised and his lips pressed into a firm line. “Are you satisfied now? Do you have the evidence you needed?”

“I’m a fool for even doubting him,” I confess.

Callum agrees, adding that I’m an even bigger fool for testing a minor without their parents’ consent. “If Sophie finds out, it will cause endless problems. You understand that, don’t you, Zach?”

“How will she find out? Only you, Violet, and Catherine know besides me.” He paces back and forth, looking like a trapped animal. Lola, our dog, comes bounding down the hallway. Her nails click on the tiled floor and her tail wags when she sees us.

“She works in a hospital, and there are records she can access if she so desired. And I’m pretty sure being the child’s mother means she has the right to see any medical records recorded for Tilly,” he says, giving me a stern look. “I should punish you for being an imbecile.”

I perk up at that. “Whatever you feel is necessary, sir,” I say, trying to hide my excitement.

He smirks at me. “Violet too, fuck what I should do to her...”

“Violet’s not here,” I say,, laughing for a moment before regaining my composure.

“No, you are right. But you are, I’ll deal with her…later.” He pushes me up against the front door, pressing himself against me. “But first, your punishment.”

I’m eager for it. “On your knees, Zach.”

“Sir,” I comply.

He smirks and pushes on my shoulders, guiding me down. “Best make this quick and good. Otherwise, one of them might barge in here and see you in this position beneath me...”

“That doesn’t bother me, sir.” I don’t care, but he might.

“Do I have to get my cock out myself?”

He grumbles, fumbling with his belt. “No, sir, may I?” I quickly undo his belt and leave it hanging. I unbutton and unzip his jeans and reach into his boxers to pull out his semi-hard cock. Just then, we hear a car pulling into the driveway. Callum cocks his head and smirks while I lick his shaft, helping him to full hardness before taking him into my mouth.

“Sounds like I’ll get to punish Violet straight after you, darling,” he says.

I choke on his cock at the term of endearment. It doesn’t suit a man like me. “Come on? You can do better than that. Or is Violet finally better at giving blow jobs, now?”

I redouble my efforts, taking him deep into my mouth. He moans as I swallow him down. “I don’t think this is a punishment…though, do you? Maybe we will reconvene tonight in the playroom? Tyler might be able to help me plan our punishment?”

I pull off him for a moment. “Tyler is not to know about the fucking DNA.”

“Put my cock back in that mouth and only speak when my cum coats your tongue,” he orders.

I like this side of Callum. I do as he says, sucking him until his jaw clenches and his leg trembles slightly. His cock swells in the back of my throat.

“Fuck…yes.” I swallow everything he gives me before pulling back, sitting on my knees like an obedient puppy. “Satisfied, sir?”

“For now,” he says.

But then the door handle turns and Violet walks in with Ella, followed by Tyler with Tilly. Lola comes bounding down the hallway again, running toward us at full speed. She can’t stop in time and slides into me, knocking me onto my butt on the floor.

“Oh, Lola. Did you miss us?” Violet laughs. Her gaze lingers on us for a moment before moving on. I smirk up at her, making sure my dimples are on full display. Callum looks guilty as hell for just having his cock in my mouth. His jeans are still undone, and his belt is still hanging loose.

“Well, there’s no guessing what you two were just up to. There’s a lady outside. Dante asked us to remind the both of you that you haven’t finished your meeting,” Violet says, snapping her fingers at Lola before walking away. I watch her go, admiring her ass in those skin-tight jeans and her short top. I can’t wait to fuck her later.

“She looks a little impatient,” Tyler comments before following Violet, leaving Callum and me alone in the foyer. “We are far from finished with your punishment. But…I guess we need to get our asses outside before we lose your architect?”

“Maybe the two of us need a date in the playroom?” I suggest, pulling him in for a kiss. I force my tongue into his mouth so he can taste himself on me. He used to shy away from that, but not anymore. He matches my intensity, giving as good as he gets.

“I’ve no idea what to do in that room,” he admits as we open the front door. He blushes deeply as Dante and Chloe look at us. Catherine is nowhere to be seen. “You did pretty well the other night. Try,” I encourage him, “for me?”

“Fine. If you get hurt you only have one person to blame.”

I scoff. “Sorry about that, Chloe. It was urgent that we sorted out that business.”

“No problem, Mr. Henderson. The blueprints, is there anything you wanted to be changed, or can I get the permit to build the one I have designed?”

I look over the prints again. “Underfloor heating is the only thing I’d change. Both the house and the barn already have it. I’d like all the buildings to match, and instead of blue, I want the cladding to be black like the house and barn. Callum, Dante, anything you guys want to change?”

They exchange glances before nodding in agreement.

“We want a panic room built into the security system. It needs to be big enough for eight people, plus Lola. And the windows should have steel shutters.”

“Alright, I’ll send over the final drafts tomorrow. If you give the green light, I can apply for the permit on Friday.” Chloe’s smile moves from Callum to me, then to Dante.

“Sounds good. Dante will review the new drafts and give the go-ahead,” Callum announces, turning to head back to the house as if drawn by Violet’s presence.

“Nice to meet you, Chloe.”

“Likewise, Callum. Zach. Dante,” she extends her hand, shaking each of ours in turn.

“Thanks for the quick turnaround.”

“No problem, Mr. Henderson. It’s always a pleasure to work with you.”

“Dante will escort you off the property,” I say, heading back to the house and catching the front door before it swings shut.