by J. S. Cooper
“I didn’t know if you could handle it.” He took his shirt off slowly, and I stared at his chest and swallowed. What was he planning now?
“Handle what?” I asked, my voice dropping as I watched him undoing his pants and pulling them down. He stood in front of me in just his boxer shorts, and I could see his cock was hard and ready.
“The two of us. The games Grant plays.” He stepped forward and unbuttoned my pants before stopping and looking up at me for a second.
“And now?” I said, barely breathing.
“And now I know you can. And I’m done playing Grant’s game.” He leaned forward and ran his finger down my cheek. “I knew you were different. I knew you were a woman who could change things.” His hands went back to my pants, and he pulled them down smoothly.
“Change what?” I asked softly as I lifted one foot up after the other. He dropped my pants on the ground and stood there in front of me, staring at my naked breasts and then down to my panties.
“Everything,” he groaned as he slipped a finger down the front of my panties and between my legs. “I want to feel myself inside you. I want to take you. I need to be in you right now. I need you on top of me, grinding your pussy on my cock until you explode.” He groaned and licked his lips, his finger rubbing me more urgently. “But good things come to those who wait. I want you to go and change.”
“Change for what?” I said with a whimper as the pressure of his finger grew rougher. I could feel my juices making his journey slicker.
“We’re going out,” he whispered in my ear as he slipped a finger inside me.
“Out?” My eyes widened, and I cried out as another finger entered my panties.
“You’re going to give me a lap dance, right?” He laughed and rubbed both of his fingers across my clit. “It would be creepy if it were just me and Grant in a room. We’re going to a special club.”
“The club where you guys picked me up?” I bit down on my lower lip and stepped my legs apart. I needed to feel him harder and deeper. I needed him to continue what he was doing with his fingers. I needed to come, my body was demanding it.
“Oh no.” He laughed, and his fingers slowed their pace. “A special club. A club I haven’t frequented in a while.”
“We’re going to a club for me to give you a lap dance?” I said with a pout as he withdrew his fingers. I knew my expression looked unhappy, because that was how I felt inside.
“No, we’re going to the club so you can get to know me and what I like.” His voice lowered to a drawl. “And you can see what you’re getting yourself into. If you don’t like it, you can leave, no questions asked.” He moved his hand up to his mouth and slipped two fingers into his mouth and sucked, his eyes not leaving mine.
“No questions asked?” I looked at him suspiciously. “Really?” I watched him sucking his fingers, and I felt even more aroused.
“Really.” He nodded as he smiled and pulled the fingers out of his mouth. “If you’re not into it, you’re out of here if you want to be.”
“Just like that?” I said softly and watched as he reached into his boxers.
“Just like that.” He smiled as his fingers grabbed his cock. “It’s really quite simple, Evie. You’re free to leave at any time. No one has stopped you, have they?” I watched as his hand moved back and forth gently.
“Well, no.” I said slowly. “But...” I couldn’t remove my eyes from the front of his boxers.
“But what?” He said softly.
“You and Grant both said I couldn’t leave.”
“We didn’t do anything to stop you from walking out the door, did we?” He grunted, and I watched as he pulled his boxers completely off. His cock stood at attention, and I swallowed hard as I stared at it, throbbing. My panties were soaked, and I just needed to touch him.
“No.” I agreed. “You didn’t.” I took a step towards him and reached my hand out slowly.
“You have two arms and two legs and can leave whenever you want.” Tyler’s eyes pierced into mine as I took his cock into my hand and moved my palm and fingers up and down his member roughly.
“Okay.” I licked my lips and stared at him as my fingers continued gliding up and down his cock. He was gazing at me as if he were waiting for another response. I wasn’t sure why I just stood there beating him off. I could escape and walk out the door and forget all the craziness. I could chalk it up to one of those wild and crazy nights many of my friends had had in college. It wasn’t like I was the first girl to have casual sex or even to sleep with two men in the same week.
I had a friend in college who had slept with two friends in the same night and it wasn’t a threesome. She went home with one guy, slept with him, and then crawled into his friend’s bed while he was asleep and fucked him too. She’d thought it was hilarious. Granted, she was known as the slut in our group, but nothing in her life had changed. None of us had thought she was a bad person. She was just young, fun, and enjoying herself. ‘Experimenting with her sexuality’ was what Hailey had always said about our mutual friend. “If Lizzy can do it, why can’t you, Evie?” She’d lectured on at me when everyone else had been sleeping around and having fun and I’d been studying and dating one guy at a time.
“So we’re on?” His voice was deep now, and I knew he was close to coming as his body was rock hard and still.
“Sure, why not.” I shrugged and got down on my knees in front of him.
“You’re my kind of girl, you know that, right?” He grinned. “I can’t wait for tonight.”
“Yeah, I guess it will be an adventure.” I looked up at him and winked before taking him into my mouth and sucking on the tip of his cock. His pre-cum was salty and sweet, and I bobbed my head back and forth, taking him as deep into my mouth as I could.
“It’ll be the adventure of your dreams.” His eyes darkened, and his head went back as I sucked him off. I could feel the power of his body seeping as I caressed his hardness in my mouth. I could feel the power entering my body. I was in charge here. I was in charge of him, a billionaire. He wanted me. He was putty in my hands. Or rather, in my mouth. I sucked softly and gently, and he grabbed my hair and started pushing my head back and forth as he pulled my hair.
“Don’t stop, Evie,” he groaned before I felt him exploding in my mouth. I swallowed his release eagerly, not feeling ashamed that I’d brought him to explosion. I stood up slowly and his eyes were dark with desire. He reached over, grabbed my panties, pulled them down, and then groaned.
“Lie on the floor,” he commanded me, and I obeyed quickly.
“Spread your legs,” he said next and I did so, closing my eyes excitedly, waiting to feel his tongue or cock inside of me. I didn’t care which one. I could hear my breathing as I lay there, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes slowly and looked up to see him staring down at me.
“You’re beautiful.” He stared at my body for a few more seconds. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He exited the room, and I lay there for a few seconds, barely breathing. Where was he going? And if everything was getting hot and heated now, what was tonight going to bring?
“You’re too pretty to be taken in by Tyler.” Grant crept into the room and closed the door behind him, making me jump up in shame. My fingers were still wet from where I’d been playing with myself.
“What are you doing?” I frowned as I looked around for my top to cover myself. “Tyler will be right back.”
“Tyler is playing a game with you.” Grant’s blue eyes surveyed my face and then dropped to my pussy. “Don’t fall for it.”
“Let me guess, you’re the man for me?” I pulled my top on quickly, feeling my nipples poking through the top.
“No, I’m not.” He shook his head. “I’m not the man for anyone. But a night …” His eyes dropped to my pussy again, and I quickly grabbed my panties up from the floor and slipped them back on.
“I don’t want just a night.” I took a step back from him. And tried to forget that I had just slept w
ith him the night before.
“Nights are all you get here, Evie. We don’t do fairytales here.” He paused and smiled. “Well, that’s not exactly true; we do the beginnings of fairytales, just not the endings.”
“What does that mean?” I frowned at him, not liking the look on his face.
“Do you remember when we met in the club?” His fingers grabbed a piece of my hair, and he pulled me towards him. “You were so innocent, so in need of a Prince Charming, so in need of me.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him.
“I wasn’t in need of you.” I shook my head and pushed away from him.
“Your hair is so silky and smooth.” He pulled it up to his nose and sniffed. “Lavender petals.”
“What?” I stepped back.
“Your hair smells like lavender petals.” He stepped forward and pressed his face against my chest. “And your skin smells like rose petals.”
“Please stop.” I pushed him away, and his eyes looked hurt.
“You didn’t say that the other night.”
“I made a mistake.” I pushed against his chest. “You’re not the one I want.”
“You need to hurry up and leave.” He sounded angry as he grabbed my arms and pulled me towards him. “You need to leave now before you can’t.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said loudly.
“Evie.” The door banged, and Tyler’s voice was angry. “Open up.”
“Leave, Evie,” Grant implored me as he stepped back.
“Tyler, I’m in here. Grant locked the door,” I shouted out, scared by Grant and not sure what he wanted to do to me.
Grant shook his head as I spoke and he leaned forward. “Tyler said he wasn’t playing my game, Evie. He didn’t say he wasn’t playing any games at all.” He grabbed my head, and I could feel his breath in my ear as Grant whispered, “The game has changed, Evie. This game is about more than a threesome. This game is about everything.” He pulled back and opened the door and Tyler burst into the room.
“What’s going on?” Tyler looked furiously between the two of us.
“I was just telling her I’m still open to a threesome if she is.” Grant smiled and licked his lips. “It could be fun.”
“There will be no threesome,” Tyler spat out, his face tense. “What are you playing at, Grant?”
“I don’t know, Tyler. What am I playing at?”
“You think you’re funny?”
“No, not funny.” Grant shook his head and looked at me and mouthed. “You need to leave.”
“We’re going to let you sleep, Evie.” Tyler frowned. “You’ve had enough activity today. We’re going to let you sleep. We’re not going to the club tonight anymore. We will go tomorrow. And Grant and I are going to talk tonight.”
“Oh, okay.” I offered him a weak smile. “Good night.”
“Good night, Evie.” Tyler kissed my cheek and stepped back.
“Good night, Sleeping Beauty,” Grant said softly and slipped out of the room quickly. Tyler followed after him and closed the door behind him.
I stood there for a few minutes wondering if they’d locked me in. I tried to open the door and it turned easily. I peeked into the hallway and realized I could leave if I wanted to. I could walk out of the doors and forget this had happened. I could remove myself from this situation, but I didn’t want to.
For all the craziness, I felt more alive than I’d ever felt in my life. I was going to wait. I was going to wait and see what happened. I wanted to know Tyler’s story, and I wanted to know what was going on with Eugenie. I walked to the bed and lay down and closed my eyes. The room was still filled with light, but I didn’t think it was odd I was going to bed while there was still daylight. Nothing about this situation felt odd anymore. I turned over and stared at the door.
I didn’t even jump when I saw the door open slowly. I didn’t jump when I saw the eyes peeking in. I didn’t ask who was there. I just turned over and waited to see what was going to happen. My body was still throbbing and waiting for a climax. I was hoping Tyler would join me in the bed to finish what he started, but then I heard the door closing and a lock turning. I knew what it meant. My opportunity to leave was now gone. I was stuck in this room for the night. All by myself. There would be no visitors and no lovemaking tonight. And after I thought about it, I was glad for it. Tonight I needed to sleep and get my wits together. I had a feeling tomorrow was going to be a crazy day.
Chapter 46
I walked into the bathroom the next morning and closed the door, my heart pounding, thinking about the day ahead. I wasn’t really sure what was going on. Were Tyler and Grant playing me? Was this some sort of test? I was about to take my clothes off and go into the shower when I heard a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” I called out, hoping not to hear Grant’s voice. There was no vocal response, just another knock on the door. “Who is it?” I said again and there was another light knock. I tried the handle and someone had unlocked it because it opened slowly. I saw Eugenie standing in front of me.
“Come.” She looked around frantically and grabbed my hand and yanked my arm. I followed behind her and she looked into the corridor carefully before running with me to a room down the hallway and pushing open the door.
“Hurry, come with me. We’ll be safe here,” she whispered as she locked the doors. “No one can get in.”
“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” I put my hand on the doorknob.
“There are things you need to know before you decide to move forward.”
“Move forward with what?” I looked at Eugenie again. Her face looked different today. It wasn’t as pale and white as it had been the day before. She had on a full face of makeup, and she didn’t look as scared. In fact, she looked positively radiant. It didn’t make sense to me, how she could look so scared and ethereal one day and radiate confidence and beauty the next.
“Tick tock goes the clock,” she said again, and I wondered if she was crazy. Either she was crazy or I was. At this point in time, I wasn’t sure which one was the most true.
“What did you mean when you told me one is good and one is bad?” I questioned her, not bothering to ask her about her tick tock goes the clock comment.
“One sibling is good and one is bad.” She spoke slowly, looking around anxiously.
“They’re brothers?” My jaw dropped. “No way, they can’t be brothers.” They did both have blue eyes, but they looked nothing alike. Grant was dark and mysterious, like some unknown Greek God, where Tyler was blond and Viking-like. Both men were strong and handsome, but both were unique and independent. I refused to believe they were brothers. It would make everything so much sicker.
“I’ve said too much already.”
“Eugenie, please.”
“Cain and Abel. Evil and good.”
“So they are brothers? Is that what you’re saying? They’re brothers?” I frowned. “And who is Cain and who is Abel? Tell me!”
“No.” She bit down on her lower lip. “I can’t say anything else.”
“You’re confusing me.” I grabbed her shoulders. “I need to know what you’re talking about. I have a test tonight. They say they’re taking me somewhere. To some club. Where are they taking me? What are they expecting me to do? Tyler says I’m to give him a lap dance while Grant watches, but what does it mean? Does it mean they want to see if I’m willing to have a threesome? Is that what they really want?”
“Tick tock, tick tock.” She giggled. “Tick tock goes the clock.”
I stifled a sigh as I stood next to her. Eugenie acted like a child, and I didn’t understand why. There were many things I didn’t understand, and I was starting to think I was going crazy. Or maybe the drugs had friend her brain.
“What are you going to write?” She suddenly turned to me, with an angelic smile and serious eyes.
“What?” I wasn’t able to stop myself from showing my irritation.
“What are you goin
g to write?” She asked innocently.
“Write where?”
“In your journal.”
“What journal?”
“The one he’s going to make you write.”
“What are you talking about?” I gazed at her. “Who is going to make me write a journal?”
“You read my journal, right?”
“No, I read your letters, remember? I didn’t see a journal.”
“I didn’t write the journal because I wanted to.” She continued on as if I hadn’t said anything. “Or the letters.”
“Huh?” My heart started beating faster.
“I wrote them all because I had to.”
“You had to?”
“I didn’t mind at first.” She shook her head. “Not until he tied me up.”
“Tied you up?”
“He likes to use chains and rope.” She looked at me with wide eyes. “He has whips and…” Her voice trailed off. “I shouldn’t say anything else.”
“Did he hurt you?” I asked her softly.
“Tick tock, tick tock. Tick tock goes the clock,” she said again, and I stood up and put my fingers in my ears to ignore the sound.
“Open the door, Eugenie. I want to leave.” I mouthed the words to her slowly, and she finally opened the door for me.
“Don’t tell them you saw me. He’ll be angry.”
“Who’ll be angry?”
“Cain.”
“Which one of them is Cain?” I was angry, and I grabbed her shoulders. “Speak English to me, Eugenie. I need some real answers here.”
“It might be different with you.” Her eyes widened. “You’re different.”
“What do you mean? How am I different?”
“He, he might like you.” She chewed on her lower lip. “You could be different.”
“Why are you still here?” I stared into her eyes. “I can help you leave if you want. We can work together and leave. You’ll be safe.”
“No.” She shook her head. “That’s not the game. That’s not how it goes.”
