by E. C. Land
“What if I go tell them and then come meet you in your office? We could go ahead and get started. You know I could take care of you without Ember,” she says suggestively, knowing my rules.
Annoyed at her statement, I shake my head, I’m not one to take just one woman to bed. There’s always a second involved. Keeps things from getting complicated with the bullshit. I don’t need or want someone clinging to me vying for my attention. It’s a rule I’ve lived by and I don’t intend to change. Besides, I might have to marry this stuck-up bitch soon, but it doesn’t mean I’ll fuck her.
“Jewel, you know my rules. It’s not gonna happen. Now go tell Kit-Kat and wait for Ember. Only then do you come to my office,” I state sternly, nodding my head in the direction of the dressing room.
Huffing, Jewel stomps off knowing she’s not going to get what she wants. Well, that is until Ember is done. She’s annoyed me but it doesn’t mean I’m not about to find my release.
Turning back toward my office, I open the door. I move to my desk, grab one of the two remotes, and flip the security cameras on.
You can never be too cautious.
Scanning the screens, I watch as Ember does her signature move while descending the pole to land in an upside-down split. Bringing her legs back together, she does a backflip.
Damn, she must have talked to Jordan recently because the next thing she does has me shaking my head. It’s a pure signature Vixen move the way she climbs back up the pole to the ceiling and twirls her legs in the air. Ember knew she wasn’t supposed to do that without clearing it with me.
None of the girls are supposed to. For their safety, I don’t allow them to do such things without proving to me and Kit-Kat they can do it without getting hurt. The only one who didn’t get in trouble for doing moves as this one is Vixen, only because she’s my cousin, and it had been a way for her to release herself from troubles filling her mind.
I’m gonna have to reprimand her for this stunt and I believe I know just how to do it.
Pulling my phone out, I shoot a text to Kit-Kat and move to sit on the couch. Closing my eyes, I place my arms along the back of the couch while I wait.
The vibration of my phone is all the answer I need from Kit-Kat.
A few minutes later the three women strut into the room. Kit-Kat locks the door behind her before moving to stand behind both women. Being that Ember and Jewel are in stripper heels they have a good five inches on her.
“Mr. O’Connell,” Ember and Jewel say at the same time, greeting me with flirtatious grins.
“Do you think I wouldn’t have found out about what you did tonight, Ember?” I demand without moving from my spot.
“I’m sorry, sir. I was just enjoying myself too much out there, besides Vixen made a killing when she did that move,” Ember murmurs, shrugging her shoulders.
“You know the rules. No one is to do stunts like you pulled out there. I won’t allow it. For you disobeying me, you’ll be punished for it. I will not tolerate such disobedience and you know it,” I state firmly before moving my attention to Jewel. “As for you, you are constantly trying to defy my rules. I will not tell you again, if I want to fuck it’s with two women and never one. Don’t think I can’t replace you riding my dick with another girl.”
“Yes, sir.” Jewel pouts. I don’t miss the frustration in her gaze.
“Good, now both of you on your knees,” I order and give Kit-Kat a nod.
Stretching my arms out along the back of the couch, I focus on the show about to start.
“You two think you’re something special because you’ve been allowed to ride Dean’s cock,” Kit-Kat states, dropping the bag she’d been holding to grab ahold of both women’s hair firmly, forcing them to look up at her. “Well, guess what? Neither of you will be riding him until you’re begging me for mercy.”
Fuck, I love watching how Kit-Kat works. When she demands both women to get on all fours, my dick throbs in my jeans as she takes her hand to both of their asses turning them a bright red before turning her attention and smacking each of their clits. From the moans I can tell it won’t be long. Neither Ember nor Jewel can handle Kit-Kat’s demands.
“Ember, lie on your back. Jewel, you sit on her face.” Fuck yeah, I know exactly what she’s about to do. Granted, we’ve never fucked each other, we have done this a time or two before. See, she’s a lesbian and loves to use a strap-on with the bitch she chooses.
Focusing my attention on both Ember and Jewel I undo my jeans to relieve some of the pressure on my dick. One thing I love is to watch girl on girl action. Plus, what Kit-Kat is about to do makes it even hotter.
As Jewel moves to straddle Ember’s face, Kit-Kat strips off her clothes leaving her naked of everything but the tattoos painting her body.
“Sir, please won’t you join us,” Jewel moans out as Ember swipes her tongue along the woman’s slit.
“Shut up, Jewel. I told you already, you’ll have to beg me to have his cock.” Gripping Jewel’s hair Kit-Kat tilts her head back while moving to straddle over Ember’s body placing her core in front of Jewel. “Now, as Ember pleases you, you please me,” she demands, drawing Jewel’s face closer.
Fuckin’ hot watching this scene play out in front of me. A threesome of all women is a sight to see. And I bet without a doubt Kit-Kat is gonna leave both women unhappy by not allowing them to come. At least not anytime soon.
Releasing my dick from its confinement, I stroke myself as I watch Kit-Kat do her thing. Order after order she puts them through the wringer of frustration. By the time she’s ready to give them what they want Kit-Kat moves back to the bag pulling out a new strap-on and a double dildo that’s in a U shape.
Damn now I can’t wait.
“Roll to your sides and face each other,” Kit-Kat orders.
Lost in the lust they do as they’re told and begin making out, running hands along each other’s chest, and pinching nipples. Kit-Kat kneels between them and inserts the dildo into their pussies. Both women moan into each other’s mouths.
Fuck, those two aren’t just lost. They are deep in the throes of ecstasy that Kit-Kat has put them in.
Kit-Kat stands back to her feet, leaving the two women withering against each other trying to drive the dildo deeper inside themselves.
Standing from my spot, I move to my desk and grab a condom out of the top drawer. When I find Kit-Kat suited up I reach my hand out for her to place some lube in it. Stroking the lube on my condom covered dick I move to Ember, refusing to give Jewel my dick. After that outburst, wanting me to have her without Ember and then asking me to join the fun right away, I’ll be finding someone to take her place in twosomes and threesomes.
Lifting Ember’s leg up as high as it’ll go, I sink my dick into her ass knowing she can take it and thrives on the pleasuring pain it gives her on the first thrust.
Without speaking Kit-Kat follows suit. I ignore Jewel’s protest of wanting me to fuck her instead.
“Shut the fuck up, Jewel, and take what we give you. This is a punishment for not obeying the rules. Now take this and enjoy it,” Kit-Kat hisses as she grabs the controller in her hand, flipping it once the soft hum can be heard throughout the room.
After the show the women have been putting on for me, I can’t hold myself back from pounding into Ember. That and the fact I want to get the fuck out of here. I already know now they won’t be able to sequester the tension inside me. Maybe I’ll find two other women who will be willing to ease the tension inside me. This will merely be an appetizer. Kit-Kat and I begin a see-saw action into them with the dildo moving between them, heightening the pleasure we were giving.
Ember’s ass tightens around my dick as she grows closer to orgasm, squeezing me.
Damn that feels good.
My thrust becomes harsher with each movement as I feel the tightening in my balls. Not one for coming inside a woman, even wearing a condom, I pull out of Ember’s ass, remove the condom, and stroke myself to climax. Tilting my head b
ack, I come spurting all over both women’s bodies. Glancing back down I take in the sight of my cum covering Jewel’s and Ember’s chests. The two of them running their fingers through it.
This is a sight I used to love watching, yet now it does nothing for me. In all honesty, it disgusts me. Maybe I’m getting too old for this shit, who the fuck knows.
Regaining my breath, I stand, shoving my already softened dick into my pants before fastening them.
“Now, you two ladies enjoy what Kit-Kat gives you, next time I won’t be so nice,” I say, giving them my usual grin knowing this is the last time I’ll be with not only Jewel but Ember as well.
Time to pick two different women to use when needed.
“See you tomorrow,” Kit-Kat moans as she slows her pace to peer up at me with a sexy knowing grin of her own. Both strippers moan from the pleasure she’s giving them.
“Yeah,” I mutter as I move to my desk, grab my shit, and head for the door. “Don’t forget to lock this behind you when you’re done.” With that said, I leave the two women to my friend. Serves them right for thinking they can do as they please.
As I make it out the door of my club, Sinner’s Cove, I tilt my head to the sky. My thoughts moving to the woman I’m supposed to be marrying in just over two weeks.
Never have I met the woman, yet I’ve seen a handful of her pictures. She’s beautiful in a sweetly shy way.
Fuck, I don’t want to do this shit. Give up all the freedom of fuckin’ without anyone to answer to with my doings. Although, I technically don’t have to do it with her. It’s the other way around but watching the way my father and mother fought when I was growing up, I don’t want that shit. Sure they love each other but fuck if the Alliance contracts weren’t the main thing they fight about.
Maybe I can find a way to divorce this woman before I do something stupid as fuck her senseless.
Yeah, that’s something I don’t need. I’ll have to talk with Mitch, maybe we can do something similar with this one as we’ve done with others who have come to us wanting to escape the marriages they had no choice in the matter of. Though none of those marriages were like this one. They’d been more along the lines of forced into marriage by abuse.
Still I can’t help but think of the beautiful mismatched eyes on my bride-to-be.
Bridget.
I fuckin’ hope she’s not as beautiful in person. If she is, I’m screwed.
Chapter 2
Bridget
“What do you mean I’m getting married in two weeks?” I screech at my da’s announcement of my impending nuptials. Though I knew my father’s plans for my sister and myself, I’d hoped to be far away from here before that time came.
I thought my time would be longer than it is but evidently, it’s run out.
Fuck mo shaol!
“You knew this would be coming, iníon beloved, I’ve not kept this news from you that you were contracted to be married,” Da sighs, swiping his hand across his face.
“But why now? Why can’t I have more time? I’m not ready, Da, please, don’t make me marry a man I don’t know,” I cry, all but begging my da not to make me do this.
“Bridget, stop the tears. I will not change my mind. Dean O’Connell is a good man and leader to the Alliance. You will do as you’re told and listen to your husband when wed. Now he will be here in two weeks to collect and wed you. Then after, you are to go home with him to America like you’ve always wanted to do,” Da says firmly.
“If I have to marry a man I don’t even know to go to America, I prefer to stay here,” I scream, stomping my foot as if I were a pubescent child rather than an adult.
“That’s enough, iníon beloved. Now go inform your sister to come in here,” Da commands.
Huffing, I rush out of the room before the tears can fall from my eyes. Why can’t I be a normal person and live my life the way I want? Choose who I want to be with? Be who I want to be!
Because you were born into the mafia world, that’s why.
Making my way up the stairs toward my and Alison’s rooms, I try to come up with a reasonable argument to get out of marrying a man I’ve for one never met let alone seen what he looks like. For all I know he could look like an ogre.
I shudder at the image of the man popping into my mind. I could be marrying a wart-faced, potbelly mongrel waiting to take me to his lair and drain the life out of me. Or chain me up in a room and leave me there, only allowing me out into the light of day when he wants to use me for breeding children. I just want to run away and not deal with the thought of this altogether.
Alison’s door is cracked open when I get to it. Pushing it open I find her sitting on her window seat with a book in her hand. She’s the reader of the family, content to be with her books rather than outside with people. I love her though, she’s my confidant. The one who holds all my secrets.
“You won’t believe what Da just informed me of,” I mutter, making my way to her bed and flopping backward on it to stare at the ceiling.
“Let me take a wild guess, you’re finally gonna be married off to the man you’re contracted to be with,” Alison says softly, lifting her eyes up from the page she’d been reading.
“Yes, to a man I’ve never met or seen. An image of an ogre of a man keeps popping into the front of my head. I mean can you imagine being married off like we learned in school of the kings and queens signing treaties with the promise of marriage between families. Ugh, why can’t Da move away from these ways?” I ramble on.
“Bridget, it could be worse. You know I overheard Da on the phone just this morning. He’d been speaking with Kean Bryne.” My stomach drops at the ruthless man’s name. I’d heard stories of him and his son. I should be thankful that I’m not to marry Kayne. I’ve met both men at parties we’ve all attended over the years and both of them, no matter how good looking, give me the creeps.
“What were they talking about?” I ask.
“Evidently, Kean is looking for a new bride and was doing his best to get father to give him your contract. Said he’d buy you if need be,” Alison murmurs.
“What?” I screech.
“Yep, though you should be grateful Da loves us both. He informed Kean that he wouldn’t back out of the contract he’d already made with your betrothed’s father. I didn’t get to hear much more for fear of being caught eavesdropping but at least he’s not giving you to such a vile man,” she states as she places her book down. For being my deirfiúr beag she’s well over her years. In another few short months she’ll understand more about how I feel.
The first time I began to worry, thinking Da was being silly about the whole thing to keep us from dating. However, I learned quickly he meant business when I informed him I was going on a date with a guy from my class. I’ll never forget the rage that filled his eyes when he not so pleasantly told me I would not be leaving this house with another man. That my betrothed would be the only one who took me anywhere.
“I love Da, but I don’t want my freedom to be a who I want to be taken from me. I want the chance to figure out who I am. Is that so wrong to ask for?” I ask, sitting up I run my fingers through my hair.
“No, it’s not too much to ask for,” she says quietly, standing. “Let’s not worry about this for now. Did you want to see if we could go for ice cream? Maybe Da will allow us to go spend some time in town.”
“You know it’s not fair sometimes how calm you can be. Especially when it comes to matters like this,” I inform her jokingly. It’s something we’ve always known about each other.
I’m the dramatic one and she’s the calm, silent one. Though if I’m not mistaken a flicker of something shows in her eyes. Maybe I’m being selfish right now with the dramatics but that’s who I am. My family knows this about me.
“Ha, ha, ha, let’s hope this man of yours, that you’re to marry, can handle the dramatic temper you hold. Otherwise, I think he might be wanting to pull his hair out when it comes to your attitude.” Rolling her eyes, Alison slip
s her shoes on.
The two of us step out of her room and I remember Da had wanted to speak with her. “I just remembered I was supposed to be fetching you. Da wanted a word,” I tell her as we head down the stairs.
“Well, guess we can kill two birds with one stone, right?” Smiling, Alison hooks her arm with mine.
Quietly we head for Da’s office and knock.
“Come in,” he calls out from the other side. How eerie, I’d only walked in here earlier to find my life was gonna change. Now I can’t help but look at my da as a tyrant businessman instead of the loving da he’s been all my life. Well, minus the times I’d pushed him.
“You wanted to speak with me?” Alison asks as she steps ahead of me.
“Yes, come in, both of you, my iníonacha beloved,” he says, making his way around the desk, holding his hand out, pointing toward the couch he has sitting in here off to the side with a set of chairs placed on either end. The very same couch I’d been sitting on not even twenty minutes ago.
“Now, I’m sure your sister has informed you of her wedding being in two weeks. I know this will be hard on you both, and I’ve decided that you, Alison, will be leaving as well; however, you are to go to the nunnery to study.” Gaping at my da I turn my attention to my sister.
“Thank you, Da, I would love to do this,” she murmurs, yet her eyes say something completely different. Sadness seeps into them and I become furious on her behalf.
If only she were old enough, I’d run away with her. It’s what I’d planned once she turned eighteen.
Why couldn’t he hold off a little longer? I mean, what’s a few more months. Six to be exact.
“Good, when you turn eighteen I will allow you to come back. At which time the contract for you will be drawn. I, unfortunately, haven’t been able to come to an agreement with either of the men who I’ve spoken with,” Da says, moving back to his desk he sits down.
