He pulls my hair so hard that tears spring to my eyes, and I cry out as a volcanic eruption pours from his loins, bathing my clenching channel in wet jets of hot semen.
Alrighty then. Moving on again.
The next one starts off with a blowjob, which proves to be promising.
"On your knees and suck," Cable ordered-Cable? Really? His name is Cable?
Deciding to press on, despite the fact I'm picturing a cable that hooks to my TV, I read the next line.
"Yes, Master. Whatever you say," Linda told him, bowing to her master before taking his engorged staff in her hands. He wasn't circumcised-more information than I fucking need-and she was dripping wet with anticipation of wrapping her lips around his rod.
I do like the fact he just commanded her to suck his dick and she was all for it. This might be even more fun than I originally thought.
Aggressive and eager to please, Linda sucked hard, proving she was worth all the attention he'd doted on her. She was so weak, but in his arms, she was a vixen. A strong, happy woman.
All that from a blowjob, eh? And what the hell? Sucking his dick made her a vixen? Made her a strong, happy woman?
Yeah. Yeah. I'll roll with it for now.
The nipple clamps were almost biting into her flesh, riding that thin line of pain and pleasure as she reached between her legs, feeling her own clit.
"Come now, my pet!" he demanded.
Her own orgasm came at his command-Okay, that'd be a cool trick, but doubtful. Everything was bright and blurry, but she still tasted his ropey semen-
Ropey semen? This bastard has a disease if his shit is ropey. She needs to go to the doctor ASAP.
Moving on again.
Finally, I find a book that actually works for me. And it's more sensual than pain play, since I'm not trained and would definitely not understand how to do it right. More bondage and kink than actual BDSM. I can totally work with this.
At some point during my reading, I grab a notebook and pen, taking notes like there's an exam coming. I haven't researched sex so much since I was a teenager. Also, I haven't lived in a constant state of arousal since I was a teen.
Before I know it, I've read three of the books-since I'm just reading the sex scenes-and it's closing in on two in the afternoon.
Cursing the fact that I'm running late for a meeting, I grab the books-and notes-and go to put all the books in the safe. No way do I want anyone ever finding me in possession of those.
Then I toss my notes in a dresser drawer underneath some other papers, before I go to the shower, refusing to jerk off.
Thinking about sex with Harley is consuming my every thought, but tonight there will be no sex. I do, however, have a lot more ideas now. And I intend to use every single one of them.
After hurriedly showering, drying off and dressing, I haul ass to the restaurant where Dane and Kode are already present with two elderly Japanese gentlemen, who are representing their employers in this deal.
I shake their hands, apologizing for my late arrival, and we quickly go over the things we all need to decide if this is an investment opportunity the three of us are interested in.
Kode doesn't look convinced. Dane seems unsure. I don't like the deal at all. After reading between the lines of the ledgers they've brought, it's a hell no.
The business is struggling, and has laid off half the work force in an effort to put their numbers in the black before calling this meeting.
"We'll get back with you gentlemen after we've discussed all this," Dane tells them, shaking their hands in dismissal.
I blow out a breath as they leave.
"Fuck that. None of my money is getting burned in a sinking ship," Kode says, gesturing for the waitress to bring another round of drinks.
"Scotch for me," I tell her, pushing the water aside.
Kode and Dane both arch an eyebrow at me, since I never day-drink unless we're having a party or something. Even then, champagne or beer is my usual day drink, and in moderation.
"Don't ask," I tell them both, but of course it only piques their interest.
"Rain said you asked her how to use a flogger," Dane says, his lips curling in a grin.
I bet he's been fucking dying to ask about that.
"On Harley?" Kode asks, not even batting an eye to the flogger thing.
"Can we not discuss this here?" I grumble, happily accepting the scotch as our waitress returns.
She eyes Kode, biting down on her lip suggestively as she hands him his drink. He doesn't even glance at the poor girl who would donate both breasts to capture his attention.
"How'd it work out?" Kode asks, oblivious to the woman who finally walks away, her shoulders hunched in defeat.
"Pretty sure that's private information," I tell him quietly.
He grins, because he's a dick, and I know he's not done prying.
"What about the revenge thing?" Dane asks seriously, before Kode can run his mouth.
Hell. I forgot about that.
I shrug. "I'll ask her about it tonight."
"Just like that? And you think she'll outright tell the truth?" Kode asks, his earlier taunting forgotten as he grows serious as well.
"Believe it or not, I'm better at detecting lies than ever-thanks to Fiona. I've dealt with miscommunications running amuck with everyone else's relationships. I already played a game that backfired, so I think I'll use the adult approach from here on out."
Kode grunts, Dane shifts uncomfortably, and I silently mark myself a point in my head.
"Well, maybe you could bring her out next weekend," Dane suggests.
"Next weekend?" Then I remember. "Oh. Tag's house. Yeah. I can do that."
Kode leans back, eyeing his drink, and I study him. "Be nice to her," I decide to tell him.
He smirks before rolling his eyes. "Pretty sure you were a bigger dick to her than I was," he reminds me, and I grimace.
Right. Right.
"On that note, I have to leave."
"Already?" Dane asks, grinning at me as I stand and chug the last of my drink.
"Yeah. More research."
"What does that mean?" Kode calls to my back, though I hear the smile in his voice.
I don't answer.
I'll research all the kinky shit I think Harley will enjoy, and tonight, I'll ask her outright about the things that could be problematic.
Like if she seriously tried to hire someone for revenge against me.
My life is officially complicated.
Chapter 19
HARLEY
I love Britt.
In fact, I want to package her up and keep her forever. Every time she smiles because she gets to do something mundane within the office, I want to pinch her cheeks like I'm a ninety-year-old grandma adoring her.
As she eats her sandwich in front of my desk for a late lunch-because she and my second intern shadowed me during all the meetings we had lined up that bled into the afternoon-she bounces in her seat like she's happy.
"You like it here, I take it," I say to her.
"It's only my first day, and I've done more than make copies and fetch coffee. I didn't think I'd get to sit in on meetings like those today. At least not immediately."
I don't deflate her bubble by telling her those meetings were very low in importance and she won't be included in on the more delicate ones. I also didn't have the heart to tell her she wasn't supposed to stay and eat in my office after picking up my sandwich.
Because for some reason, when I look at Britt Sterling, I see an old version of myself. No, not a carbon copy. She's thin and gorgeous-opposite of my eighteen-year-old self. But she's completely clueless about the rest of the world. And her hopes are so high that she's soaring from having a position here. Even a lowly paid internship.
"This tastes so much like Gretchen's Diner," she says, beaming.
My sandwich pauses at my mouth as her words strike a memory in me about the things that were flagged from her background check.
"Yes. Right. I was actually going to ask you about that. Gretchen from Gretchen's diner gave you a stellar recommendation. But you could have only been fourteen when you started work there."
She doesn't miss a beat. "That's right."
Okay then.
"Care to elaborate?"
She puts her sandwich down, and her smile slips a little as she studies me. "I was a habitual runaway. I preferred being alone as opposed to being with people who didn't really want me. The last time I ran away was from a group home because I knew I couldn't make friends, and you needed friends in a place like that."
She smiles again, though it seems strained.
"Gretchen gave me a job without too many questions. She does it a lot for teens who look like they need a break. The town was really nice with very little crime, so I stayed in a tent on the campgrounds. There were showers and bathrooms there and everything. That's where I was when Dane's private investigator found me."
And now I love her even more. I'll let her eat her food in here daily.
"I'm glad he did," I say softly.
"He's a great brother," she says with a broad, genuine smile. "We didn't know each other existed. And because of him, I don't feel alone anymore, and I don't even want to be alone."
Clearing my throat, wondering why I'm suddenly a heaping pile of mush, I smile at her. I'm not a hugger-at all-but I'm tempted to give her one right now.
"I don't want them to know I work here just yet, though," she adds, surprising me.
It also makes me wary, and I tense as I study her.