In the business of trading companies and stocks, of buying retail and selling, once the cashflow hits the table, nothing is off limits. Nothing but her.
She’s mine. Gorgeous and tempting. A smirk pulls at my lips as I remember the shock on her face as she walked in, red-soled stilettos and black lace lingerie under her winter coat. My sweet Kiersten just wanted to surprise me.
The rough laughter of men comes from the right, where cigar smoke plumes and the game continues. The soft murmurs of Kiersten to my left, where she’s still waiting for me to untie her from the lounge chair. It’s quite like the horse at the BDSM club, but it blends in far more nicely with the bedroom furniture. If someone wasn’t a part of the scene, they’d have no idea until they saw the silk ties.
“You enjoy yourself?” a man says to my left, and I’m brought back to the present.
A rough chuckle leaves me. “If there wasn’t a deal on the line, I’d kick you fuckers out so I could enjoy myself again.”
He laughs. Jacob Linds, a man who’s a decade older, comes from wealth and enjoys the club just as much as I do. He understands my vice.
“Sir?” Kiersten calls out, and my cock hardens from the lust-filled tone. I can’t help the groan as I lower the glass of whiskey and my attention is brought to her.
My gaze moves from the hall back to Jacob. His expression can’t hide exactly what he’s thinking. He’s too slow to change it, and when his eyes come back to me, he lowers them, no doubt ashamed of what he was just thinking.
That he’d like to fuck her too.
I can’t blame the man... in fact, I fucking love that they want her.
If only he knew what she’d confided in me just the other night.
I take a swig as he clears his throat and pats the counter, ready to leave me and revisit the game room. “You want to see her?” I offer as a soft moan slips from the room down the hall.
Jacob stops on his heel, a questioning gaze finding mine. He glances down the hall and then back to me.
“I told her I’d be back and that she should be ready for ...” I gesture with the drink in my hand. “Whatever I think she’d enjoy.”
Jacob is slow to face me fully, but when he does, he asks, “Is that right?”
“She’s a greedy girl,” I tell him. “She needs...” I take in a steadying breath, knowing what I’m offering and how it could be exactly what she wants or it could backfire. She has her safe word, though, and with that, I’m willing to test her boundaries. “She needs a lot of attention. More than I can offer, I think.”
Jacob clears his throat once more. “Well... maybe I could offer some assistance? If I could see what it is that she needs attending to.” He doesn’t outright say it, so I do. “I think you should try her mouth before her cunt.”
It only takes a half-second before a slow smirk pulls his lips up. He’s none too subtle as he readjusts himself, and I gesture for him to follow me.
It doesn’t take long for the other men to filter in, for them to come to a conclusion, although they each ask permission.
“Be a good girl for us, Kiersten,” I command her, and those beautiful eyes reach mine.
With Jacob’s cock in one hand and the head of it in her mouth, she moans and arches her back, her cunt on full display. “She’s needy,” I comment to the room as I pace behind her. I grab the flesh of her ass and squeeze. Her moan forces her to lower her head as pleasure and pain ride through her. “Did I say stop?” I question her, and my beautiful little whore is quick to respond.
“No Sir.” She bobs her head on Jacob’s cock, and his head falls back. It’s then that his suit pants fall to the floor and the men behind him let out a chuckle.
Nervously, Kiersten peers up. It's her first time being shared. I’m more than certain that she’ll have her insecurities.
“Your mouth is so good, you could bring him to his knees,” I murmur in her ear, although it’s loud enough for them to hear. At that, Jacob leans forward, his cock falling out of her mouth, and his hand catches his release. He’s winded and no doubt enjoyed himself.
“I’m calling it out. You’re cheating, Thompson,” Daniels says with a touch of humor. “You’ll rob us blind if she’s on the table,” he says and then laughs.
A prick travels up my spine at the comment. As if they could have her. As if she’s not mine.
“There’s business and then there’s business. She’s not for sale... she’s not a bargaining chip. This is simply pleasure. Isn’t that right, my little whore?”
With swollen lips and a blush that rises all the way to her temple, Kiersten’s gaze seems to pierce into me. A desire and a fulfillment that’s sinful takes over her. “Yes Sir,” she answers, and I take her chin in my hand, the rough pad of my thumb traveling along her lower lip.
Jacob’s back is to us as the zipper is heard, but the other three men are still here, watching and waiting.
I raise my voice as I gently pet Kiersten’s back. “Who’s next?”