by Nikki Sloane
Because I’d given my sub a command, and she was following it.
“Yes, Payton.” Noemi’s voice was unsteady but determined. “Scream for me.”
So fucking hot. I slipped two fingers in her ass, widening her further when Payton let out a cry.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” Her thighs on either side of Dominic’s lap were quaking as she screamed. Shoulders shook in her orgasm, and beneath her, the legs tensed while his movements were erratic.
Seeing these two people come at the same time was a violent, passionate explosion. Their shuddering, sweaty bodies clung to each other as they went to oblivion. Gasped breaths, heaving chests, and after the climax began to pass, their hands tangled. Fingers laces together, and she turned to kiss him.
I was still getting used to seeing that. Payton didn’t kiss. Hell, we’d done a lot together, but never kissed. Neither of us was interested in it. But she kissed Dominic now with a raw, passionate intensity that made me jealous. No. I was fucking envious of them. Of what they had. My gaze worked its way along the curve of Noemi’s trembling body, who waited on me to claim her.
“You’re going to let me put my cock in this tight, little asshole, aren’t you, baby girl?”
She shook harder than she ever had before, and it gave me pause. But she nodded, probably unable to find her voice.
I removed my fingers slowly, then prodded my cock against her. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
Getting the head in was the worst part, or so I’d heard. I’d never had a cock in my ass. I wasn’t open to that kind of domination. I pushed into her resistant body, letting the lube help, and . . .
Noemi gave a hiss of breath as I gained access. “Wait.”
This time I listened. I caressed my palms over her skin, trying to distract from the discomfort. The couch shifted as Payton moved off of Dominic. She slithered down beneath us to lie on the cushion, putting her legs between ours. There was a flash of red when Payton’s polished nails tunneled through Noemi’s hair. The other feminine hand slid down Noemi’s waist, disappearing under her body, but it was unmistakable what Payton was doing. Noemi arched from the touch.
“Does that feel better?” Payton whispered into Noemi’s ear, her gaze locked onto mine.
I pushed further, just enough so I could move inside her channel that was so impossibly tight. And with that movement, things began to change. A soft moan came from her, which probably had more to do with the fingers on her clit than anything I was doing. I was only in a few inches, but flames of pleasure licked at me. Begged me to take her completely. Own her forever. No one had had her this way, and I’d always be the first.
Payton’s lips skimmed Noemi’s neck, and I used the opportunity to slip further inside. “Yes, fucking yes,” I babbled on an endless loop. Sensations blurred and disoriented me as I pulsed my hips, urging my cock deeper on every advance.
“Oh my God,” Noemi murmured.
I was all the way in, utterly connected. I leaned over so I could set my mouth on the opposite side of Noemi’s neck from Payton. “You gave me all of your body, Noemi, and it’s fucking amazing. You’re amazing.”
Her pulse raced beneath my lips.
I’d slipped and uttered her full name, but Payton didn’t seem to notice. I hadn’t planned for it to go like this, but I was pleased having the woman under us, focused on helping Noemi. I assumed her fingers were darting back and forth on the spot that would get Noemi where she was sending me.
“Do you like it?” Payton asked. “His big cock fucking your ass?”
Noemi took in a huge swallow of air, her fingers white-knuckled on the couch cushion. “Yes.”
I throbbed inside, moving faster until I was thrusting with force, driving her body against Payton’s. Did she like that? Payton’s tits flattened against her own? Dominic watched the scene, his expression full of lust but his body looked spent.
Noemi’s tremble was so severe it shook all of us. “Joseph, oh my . . . I’m, fuck, I’m—”
I was right there with her, heading to overload. “You’re so filthy, and I love it. You want me to come inside your ass, filthy girl?”
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes!”
I sawed my cock into her, desperate to send her over the edge before I went. Maybe I should tell Payton to put two fingers inside Noemi’s pussy, but she—
A short scream burst from Noemi as her body seized. “I’m coming!”
The snug fit of her was already too much, so when her rhythmic pulses began, I was doomed. “Shit.”
No thought was involved. My body went instinctively, driving into her until I crossed the threshold into pleasure that traveled in waves of numbness. I felt the hot torrent rush from my cock, each spurt carrying a new round of bliss with it.
“Holy shit,” I moaned, rocking in the cradle of her body. “So good, baby. You make me feel so good.” I stopped my words by planting my mouth on her sweat-damp skin, ghosting kisses. Her orgasm receded one breath at a time.
I extracted myself gently, giving her another minute to recover. She lay with her head on Payton’s breasts and her arms outstretched, one hand gripping Dominic’s ankle. I quirked my mouth into a smile. I’d thrown this little lamb into a pack of wolves, and she’d survived. Not just that, she’d flourished.
I’d underestimated her at every turn, and I needed to stop making that mistake.
chapter
TWENTY-FOUR
After we finished the cake and champagne with Dominic and Payton, we finally dressed and parted ways with my friends. Our friends now, really. Wasn’t that what couples did? Referred to things as ours? I’d cleaned and locked up the club, then hailed a cab to take us back to her place.
She’d snuggled tight against me in the backseat. I liked my arm around her shoulders, sitting quietly while the city whizzed past us. When we were in her apartment, I helped her out of her coat and she stepped out of her shoes. Without words, I urged her toward her master bathroom.
Once the shower was warm, I peeled off our clothes. We were both feeling the alcohol, and she laughed when her bra gave me trouble.
“I’ll just tear it off.”
She grinned. “Okay.”
I followed her in under the rainfall showerhead, closing the glass door behind us. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her and she sighed into my touch.
“This is nice.” Her voice echoed off the tile.
“Yeah.” And it was. So much so, I was annoyed when she stepped out of my embrace and grabbed a bottle of body wash. Her hands slicked the soap over our bodies and lingered on my ink. “Careful. It’ll wash off.”
She giggled, tipsy. “Nothing lasts forever.”
I crushed my mouth to hers, letting the steam envelop us. Her fingers traced a line along my jaw, edging the stubble. The shower swayed, a side effect when my tongue slipped into her greedy mouth. Kissing didn’t arouse me until her. Her hand curled, grabbing a fist of hair at the base of my neck.
She sipped air through parted lips as I walked her backward, leaning her against the tile so we could be out of the water falling from the ceiling. I rested my palms on either side of her head, flat against the cool tile, and it forced her to look up at me.
God, those hazel eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Noemi.”
She swallowed a breath. “Thank you.” A shy smile crossed her lips, but her eyes gave nothing away. I needed to know how she felt. It was odd and interesting that I couldn’t read her like other people.
“You have to tell me if I pushed you too much.” Because once again I’d thrown her into the deep end and demanded she swim without asking if she could.
Her head thumped back to the tile and her eyes closed, not giving me a response. Shit. My blood pressure spiked, and I scrambled to fix the mistake I’d made. “Hey, it’s okay,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
Her eyes popped open and she looked bewildered. “Sorry? For what?” Her hands latched on my face, gripping me fiercely. “No, don’t be sorry, Joseph. I liked it.” She wen
t breathless and her voice dropped to a hush. “Part of me wants to know when we can do it again. I can’t—”
She cut herself off, and I didn’t like it. “Finish that sentence.”
“I can’t seem to,” her expression was nervous, “get enough of this. I feel like I’m addicted.”
My heart was going to race out of my chest. “Addicted?”
She rose up onto the balls of her feet and her lips trailed across my neck. “To you, Sir.” My eyes closed and I allowed the sensation of her to surround me. Soft, wet skin caressing mine. Fingertips exploring the contours and ridges of my body. Her mouth licking and nipping at me.
“Come to Hawaii with me.”
Where the hell did that come from? It had only been a fleeting thought when I’d noticed her spring break aligned with Conner’s ceremony. The sound of water rushing from the showerhead was deafening. I couldn’t hear anything else. She wasn’t breathing. Noemi’s hands tensed on my skin, and she slid down the wall until she was flatfooted. Her eyes were enormous.
“You’re going to your brother’s thing?”
“You made a good point.” I pulled away from the wall and stood straight. “I don’t know when the last time I did something for him was, and he’s always there for me.”
She tucked her hands behind her against the wall, like she was worried she’d touch me and I wouldn’t allow it. “When is it?”
“During your spring break.” Why did my voice sound so eager?
“You want me to meet your brother?”
Oh, Christ. I hadn’t thought this through. “Uh, my parents will be there, too.”
I’d thought her eyes were enormous before, but now I was aware she had another level. A voice in my mind screamed to backtrack. She was Mr. Red’s daughter. The deeper I got in with her, the harder it was going to be to get out.
What if you don’t want out?
“Are you asking me,” she said softly, “or is this an order?”
“It’s a question.” Fuck, was I really doing this? “I’d pay for the trip.”
Her gaze dropped down to her toes, then slowly worked its way back up to mine, a hint of a smile in her expression. “Okay.” Her smile widened. “Sure.”
“Yeah?” I waited for the feeling of terror to seize me, but all I felt was mild warmth. I was . . . pleased.
“Not to be nosey, but your clubs do well? I mean, your place is nice, but the trip won’t be cheap.”
I gave her half a laugh. “My clubs do all right, and I have investments. Keep in mind, I’ve been in the financial world a lot longer than you have.”
It was her turn to laugh. “That’s highly doubtful, Mr. Monsato. You want to compare notes?”
“Here I was, thinking you wanted to get in my pants, not my portfolio, Ms. Rosso.”
She made a face. “Groan.”
I leaned in again, trapping her in my arms. “You should know, it was a question. But if you’d said no, it would have become an order.”
“I’m addicted.” Her soft voice wrapped all around me. “I’m not going to say no.”
Something was wrong with me. I stared at the bank of flickering monitors and felt nothing. No stir of desire or swell of power over commanding this den of sin. Chantal seemed to be having the fuck of her life in Room Three. She thrashed against the restraints, reaching out toward the man that was ramming her. Since she had on the blindfold, she couldn’t see he was balding, but I’m sure she could tell his gut spilled over his belt.
Sometimes the less attractive men were the best lay, the girls said, and I’d seen plenty of proof. They tried so damn hard, and it made them focused. Eager to please. It was working for Chantal. She wasn’t much of an actress. I was happy for her, and that her string of bad luck was finally over. She’d struck out on reaching a deal with the last few johns, and the ones who had stepped up either couldn’t find a clitoris or didn’t care to.
I’d had half the mind to meet them in the payment room and explain how much better sex was when you weren’t only in it for yourself. Maybe I should text Noemi for Ross’s number so I could have that conversation with him and save the next girl he was with from lackluster sex.
No, I don’t think Noemi would care for that. But I texted her anyway, telling her she was a filthy girl and I was thinking about her. A female voice rang out from above, and I pocketed my phone quickly, like a child caught in the act.
“Who is she?” Payton asked. She stood on the other side of my desk, her expression demanding.
My pulse kicked. “Don’t worry about it.”
Payton’s face took a dubious cast and her voice was pointed. “She’s just some starving grad student.”
“Yeah.”
“Bullshit.” In her absence, I’d forgotten just how good Payton was at reading lies. “What grad student owns a five hundred dollar purse, Joseph?”
There was no way Payton would let this go, but perhaps it would be good for me to reveal it and get some perspective. I trusted Payton. Realistically, she was the closest I had to a best friend. I glanced at my open doorway. “Close the door and I’ll tell you.”
When it was done, Payton sank down in the seat opposite my desk.
“She’s Noemi Rosso.”
It was like she hadn’t heard me. She seemed to process the information clinically. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“Yes.” I rested my elbows on the desk and set my head in my hands.
“He’ll run you out of Chicago. He’ll destroy you when he finds out.”
Even I barely believed it. “He won’t find out.”
Her laugh was skeptical. “Have you seen the way she looks at you? That girl’s at least halfway in love.”
“Shit, I know.” I didn’t tell Payton how strong Noemi’s power was over me. Couldn’t bring it into words. “I’m taking her to Hawaii with me.”
Payton shook her head. “You are fucking insane, and you’re going to crush her.”
“It’s just an infatuation. It’ll pass.”
“Are we talking about for her, or you?” She leaned closer and my body stiffened as she pissed me off. “You think it’ll pass because nothing lasts forever?”
“Don’t fucking push me, honey.”
She shrugged. “It’s what we do.” Payton leaned back in the seat and crossed her legs, taking a more relaxed posture. “You have to tell her.”
“Which part?” I snapped. “That I sell pussy, or that her father’s my best customer?”
“Yes.” She said it like it was that fucking simple.
“No.”
Payton rose to her feet, and it was shocking how hard her expression was. “If you have feelings for her, or see even the tiniest fucking chance of it going somewhere, believe me when I tell you that lying is a really bad idea.” She marched to the door, yanked it open, and turned over her shoulder to glance back at me. “It’ll break her heart, and I know you’re into a lot of shit, but I didn’t think breaking was one of them.”
The door slammed shut.
chapter
TWENTY-FIVE
NOEMI
Sunlight glared off of the white floor at the ticketing counter of O’Hare’s Terminal One. I glanced at the ticket in my hand and wondered if Joseph was either proving a point, or thought I would balk at flying any other way. “First class?”
His expression was casual. “It’s a nine hour flight.”
I followed him toward the security line, when a man stepped in front of me and made me halt. He wore jeans and a faded sweatshirt that was stretched out, and heat rose in my throat at his sleazy grin. I knew what he was instantly.
“Hey,” he said, “aren’t you one of Anthony Rosso’s daughters?”
“No.” I tried to move passed him, but he moved as well, keeping himself between Joseph and me.
“Sure you are. Where you going?”
Joseph realized I wasn’t with him then. When he turned and spotted my situation, his face turned dark.
“Nowhere
,” I said. My annoyance at the stranger only made Joseph’s expression scarier. “Excuse me.” I bypassed him.
“Who’s the guy, Ms. Rosso?”
“Her boyfriend,” Joseph snapped. “Who the fuck are you?”
Crap, no, Joseph. “He’s no one. Let’s go.”
I wrapped a hand on his arm, urging him toward the first class security check line. Now I was grateful Joseph had gotten those tickets since the line was empty, and the general one weaved, seemingly endless.
“Oh, really?” The guy’s voice rang out behind us. “You’ve gotta be, what? Twenty years older than her?”
Joseph whirled around, and I put my hands on his shoulders to stop him. “No,” I said, my voice firm. “Go.” Giving him an order wasn’t the best idea, but we had to keep moving, before—
Joseph’s hand latched on my wrist and he tugged me through the corded section toward the first checkpoint until we were safely out of the man’s view. Hands gripped my waist, steadying me when we abruptly stopped.
“He had a fucking camera.” Joseph’s eyes were concerned.
“It happens sometimes.” I didn’t love being startled by paparazzi, but Joseph’s hands on me now made it not so bad. “The night we met, there was one waiting for me outside your club. That was right after Becca’s meltdown, so it was worse then.”
The dark eyes blinked. “That’s why you wanted to slip out the back.”
I couldn’t walk out of his club and be photographed after the fistfight had given me an enormous facial bruise, and it was also why I didn’t want to press charges. Think about the brand, Noemi.
“If you ignore them,” I repeated the words I’d learned long ago, “they don’t have anything to photograph. I’m not famous. No one’s interested in Noemi Rosso, only what scandal I could bring to my dad’s company.”
The company that would be mine one day.
Joseph’s gaze swept back to the corner where the man probably lurked, and I could feel the tension in his body in my hands. I didn’t want to start the trip off on a bad note. “Are you going to discipline me for giving you an order?”
