Silas (A Playboy's Lair Novel Book 1)

by S. R. Watson

  “Fine. A block then.”

  There is no more talking. I’m afraid of what I might say. I opened my heart up to her—maybe not completely yet, but more than I have to anyone since Jasper—and it feels like a damn kick to the gut to watch her choose what others will think rather than just be with me. I’m not trying to hide my involvement with her, but she’s hiding me. That’s a fucking first, and it doesn’t feel great.

  I let her out as promised before we arrive back at the yacht. I don’t do much more than wave her off.

  The driver opens the door for her, but I remain inside, unseen. When we drive off, reality begins to creep back in. Our moment gone. This is the sign I needed. I grasp the key around my neck—my reminder. Time to get back to status quo. I have my rules for a reason. I’d do well to remember that.

  I’m back on the boat and in my suite in no time. It’s nearly noon, so the guests will begin to arrive back soon for our three p.m. departure. I head straight to my shower. I’ll let the hot water wash away my disappointment. The rain showerhead pelts down on me as I close my eyes. I’m determined to let all thoughts of her go. That is until small feminine hands touch my chest.

  My eyes fly open, and my first thought is that Tory has invaded my space. I’m just about to yell at her until I look down and see Brennan. She doesn’t have a key card to my room, but my deck is still open to the pool below. She is naked and in the shower with me. There are so many unsaid words between us, but neither of us speaks. Our silence from the car continues.

  Brennan drops to her knees, the water raining down on us both. Her mouth is so close to my cock now, her breath enough to make it harden in anticipation. She wraps a hand around my growing length and delivers the most tantalizing licks, balls to tip. My hands fist her hair as I resist the urge to fuck her mouth. She continues her unhurried pace, slowly wrapping that hot wet mouth around the head of my dick. She sucks and pulls with just the right amount of suction. Watching her give me head is sexy as fuck.

  “That’s right. Suck my dick, baby. Show me what you came to my suite for.” My encouragement motivates her. Rewards her. She takes me just a bit deeper. Her hands stroke the length she still can’t reach.

  “Hmmm,” she moans around my cock. I feel the vibration down to balls, and my control snaps. I begin to move until our rhythm is in sync. My toes curl against the travertine floor as I fuck her mouth. She jacks and sucks until I feel the buildup down deep in my balls.

  “I want to explode in your fucking mouth, Brennan. If you don’t want my load down your throat, you’d better take me out of your mouth now.”

  I give fair warning, but she shakes her head in protest. Instead, she sucks with even more determination. She massages my balls with one hand while continuing to suck me savagely and jack me with the other hand. She is greedy for my nut, and boy, do I deliver. I come so hard that I have to brace myself against the shower wall with one hand. And holy fuck me. She doesn’t stop. She takes all my cum like a pro, continuing to suck as my dick throbs in her mouth. My legs tremble slightly while she drains me dry. She licks the last drop off her lips, and I’m impressed. If that was her apology, it was a fucking brilliant one—one that I can’t refuse.

  She rises slowly, and I help her to stand. She gives me a small smile, unsure. My brazen jelly bean.

  “That was the best surprise ever, baby. That little mouth of yours is magnificently talented. You get all gold stars for that blowjob.”

  “Yes, teacher.” She giggles.

  I have to chuckle too when I get the gold star and teacher reference even though that wasn’t my intent. I’m just glad to hear her giggle again. I don’t like when we have tension between us. Just when I think I know what I need to do or how things should proceed with her, she renders me unsure. I’m not used to having to make decisions involving emotions. The answer is always so simple—don’t!

  “I’ll just have to see what other lessons we can think of,” I suggest.

  “Sounds like a plan to me. I have to shower for real now. I have to work soon. I’m meeting Seth for a smoothie before our shift starts.”

  I step aside. “Shower away, but I get to watch.”

  She grabs the soap, and just as I warned, I watch her like the creeper she brings out in me. Those red marks on her ass call to me, begging me to inflict more. My hands wander over to caress her ass on their own accord. I can’t tame the territorial feelings building within me. An overwhelming need to claim her ass again is too great. I grab some of the rose oil I keep in the shower and massage her asshole, giving an ample hint at what I want. She pushes her ass out toward me as an invitation.

  That’s all the encouragement I need. I remove the soap from her hands and place them to brace the wall in front of her. Without preamble, I bend her over, massage some oil on my cock, and then slide into her ass. She is still so tight. I reach around to massage her tits with one hand and rub her clit with the other. She continues to brace the shower wall with one hand, but claws at my thigh with the other. Her head falls back against my shoulder as little moans from her echo in the shower. She pushes against with every stroke, desperate to take every inch I give. I slide a couple of fingers inside her now swollen hot pussy. I finger fuck her as I drive passionately into her ass. She won’t last long. I thrust into her harder, each stroke driving deeper than the last.

  “This is mine,” I growl as I pump. “You are mine.”

  Fuck it. I can’t fight the inevitable. I want her, and I won’t let anyone else have a chance. She is mine.

  “Yours,” she echoes for the second time since we left the beach.

  My balls hitting against her pussy sound over the noise of the shower. Our race toward an orgasm has a rhythm. I insert another finger inside her so that she is completely full. I flick her G-spot, and like a tsunami, she squirts all over my fucking hand. Her juices are enough to pull me over the edge with her. I bury my nut deep inside her ass as I give it a few slaps. This earns me another squirt from her. We both ride out our orgasm under the showerhead until we are spent.

  Just as I slide out of her, I get a clever idea. “Bend over further, sweetheart.”

  She does as I instruct, but her eyebrows knit in confusion when I step out the shower. “Stay just like that,” I reiterate.

  I rush to my room and rummage through my bag of toys until I find what I’m looking for. I bring the package back with me so she can see that it’s unused.

  “It’s a butt plug, sweetheart. And no, I didn’t get it for anyone in particular before you ask. I’m a bit of a freak, and I have a collection of toys.”

  “Okay. But what are you going to do with it? I can’t miss work, babe. I won’t slack on my responsibilities because I’m fucking the boss,” she insists.

  She is still bending forward, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying watching her submission to me. Even though I’m awakening her kinky nature, she still has quite a bit of naïvety left in her.

  “Hmmm. Glad to hear you feel that way, but this plug is for you to wear to work.”

  “Huh?”

  I take the small butt plug out of the package and get back into the shower with her. I ease the toy into her ass and then ask her to stand straight once it’s secure.

  “How does that feel?” I grin.

  “Full.” She blushes. “It feels like I have a dick in there. Is that why you wanted me to stay bent over? So you could put your butt plug thing in me?”

  “In part, love. I’m much kinkier than you give me credit for, though. Remember you said you wanted all me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, I’m just getting started. You see, the purpose of you remaining bent over is so that my cum didn’t leak from your ass.” Her eyebrows disappear into her hairline when she realizes my plan. “The butt plug will ensure that it remains there. You’ll be taking a part of me with you to work, knowing who has claimed you—who owns you. With every step, the fullness will remind you of my cock!”

  “So nobody wi
ll know? Just me?”

  “Just you!”

  She pulls me under the running water and kisses me passionately. I like that she has these little brave moments when she takes what she wants unapologetically. We need more moments like these.

  “I can’t be late, but I get off at eleven p.m. Can I see you then?”

  “You’d better. You don’t get to remove that butt plug until it’s being replaced by my dick.” I wink before kissing her on the forehead.

  I turn the water off, and we both step out. She dries off quickly then puts on her uniform. She must have stopped by her cabin first to grab it. She came here strictly to get me off before her shift, and I admire her taking the initiative. It shows she was just as unsettled with our ride back to the yacht as I was.

  I’m content to just watch as she puts her hair into that nun bun, as I call it—erasing the evidence of my undercover freak. My freak. That bun shit has to go when she comes back later tonight. I smile to myself just thinking about her dual personality—the kinky one that I have awakened. Once she’s ready, she kisses me one more time before heading the way she came in. I’ll have to talk with Atticus today. I need Tory’s key card access voided and to get one for Brennan. Unlike the half-ass sneaking I did with Tory, I won’t hide Brennan.

  We’ve acknowledged her being mine and me being hers, but tonight, we need to discuss exactly what that means. No assumptions or misconceptions. What do we both want? I’m finally ready to take that next step with someone and potentially remove this key from around my neck. This is monumental. Now to get to work to make tonight just as special and to find a way to get her to agree to get off work a little earlier.

  Might as well get this over with. I send out a quick text to Atticus to have him meet me at Hedonistic Lair in thirty minutes, instructing him to bring Brennan with him. I send the same message to Tory, but her request is to meet me in fifteen. I know the last time she came to my room, I told her it was over. Foolishly, I never asked for her key card to my suite back. That may have left things in a contradictory state, so I need to make a clean break, and more importantly, I need be more transparent with her about my growing feelings for Brennan. Although we were never more than fuck buddies, I owe her that much. Our time meant something, just not what she wanted it to. She will have to come to terms with our strictly professional relationship and accept Brennan’s place in my life. If not, I will have no choice but to have her part ways with The Playboy’s Lair or any of my other entities.

  I dress in jeans and a black t-shirt. Something ominous lingers within me, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s just a vibe I’m getting. I don’t question my decision concerning Tory, but am I moving too fast with Brennan? I shake it off and head to the club. When I arrive, Tory is already waiting.

  Eager.

  Hopeful.

  Shit.

  Excitement to see me dances in her eyes as she gives me the widest smile. She tosses her hair over the shoulder of her black spandex dress. Her Louboutin heels clack against the marble floor, drawing my focus to her long legs. She is pulling out all the stops. I bought those heels for her a while back because I wanted those red bottoms wrapped around my neck while I fucked her. I wanted her ass to match that shade of red. She indulged in both stingy and thuddy play with me that night. She wants to mentally take me back to that time without saying a word. Well played, Tory. Well played. Too bad my mind is not that weak. It’ll take more than a little trip down memory lane to derail this talk.

  “Tory, I need my room key card back,” I say before she can get any closer. I watch as the color drains from her face.

  “So you’re really doing this, huh? Is it her?” Her voice is deceivably calm. That’s always her first question—Is it her? Today I will finally lay that accusation to rest.

  “I won’t bullshit you, Tory. I said we needed to end things before, but yes, I have growing feelings for Brennan.”

  “Feelings as in relationship feelings? The kind that you insisted weren’t part of the deal with us—the kind you said you weren’t capable of?” Her poker face is beginning to crack.

  “Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be,” I warn. “Like I said before, we’ve had some incredible times together, but now we have to be over. Respect that and move on.”

  “So I was never good enough? These designer clothes you kept me in, the sadistic shit I encouraged, none of it was enough? I would have done anything for you … for a chance to have what you’re giving her after only knowing her just two weeks.”

  Tears run down her face, and for once, the always-put-together Tory doesn’t try to stop them. Black mascara stains her cheeks. I’m not a fan of hurting women, so the guilt gnaws at me. What could I have done differently? I was always honest with her.

  “Tell me this, Silas,” she continues. “If she is the type of woman you’re into, homely looking, then why bother making me over to this?” She points at herself. “I was already her. I was the plain Jane maid. You made me into who I thought you desired, and now you’re throwing me away for the same thing you created me from.”

  “Tory, I …”

  The clacking of more heels and clapping interrupts my frustrated response. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust. I do a double take because surely my eyes are fucking with me right now. Holy fucking hell! Even with bleach blond hair to mask her natural red, I’d know those green eyes and body anywhere. It’s fucking Jasper. As she twists her ass in my direction in Louboutin stilettos similar to Tory’s, my mouth goes dry. Crazy how I’ve never realized just how much her figure resembles Brennan’s, only she has a little less ass. She is a damn bombshell, and the only woman to ever break me. How in the fuck did she get on my yacht?

  “No hello for me, Silas?” She just turned my world upside down with her unexplained appearance, and she wants to coyly ask me about a hello?

  I pull out my phone to get security just as Kassius comes running through the door. “Jasper is …” The words die on his lips when he sees her. “Here,” he finishes.

  “I can see that. The question I want answered is how the fuck is this possible,” I yell. I run my hands through my hair. My jaw clenches, my control hanging on by a thread.

  “I’m right here, Silas,” Jasper points out. “Why not just ask me how I managed to get onto your secret ship without you knowing?”

  Tory looks on in confusion. I never told her about Jasper. She was part of my past before I built this business. I don’t entertain her sarcasm. I’m on the phone trying to piece together how in the hell this happened.

  “Who are you?” Tory finally asks, sensing the shitstorm that has just erupted.

  Before she can answer, Atticus enters, and fuck my life, he’s brought Brennan with him like I asked. She looks around the room, unsure of what she just walked into. Fucking hell, I forgot to cancel him bringing her. Jasper continues, ensuring my demise with Brennan before we even begin.

  “I’m Jasper, Silas’s first love; well, according to him,” she announces. “And from the conversation I walked in on, I’m guessing you were supposed to be some sort of substitution for me. You see, I was the help. Still am, actually, and partly how I got the invite on this cruise. Look at me.”

  She spins in a circle. The fitted spaghetti strap dress shows off all curves. And oh, are they plentiful, more so than I remember. “I’m a maid for a very rich woman. Imagine my luck when said woman could not accept her invite because she just got engaged. She couldn’t possibly let the new fiancé learn about the kink she was into, so she agreed to let me take her place.”

  “I’m nobody’s substitution,” Tory huffs.

  “Afraid so, sweetheart,” she challenges. “I overheard you say he had taken up with another maid—a plain Jane, I think you called her.”

  “Housekeeper,” Tory corrects. No snappy comebacks. She wipes the tears from her mascara-stained face.

  “Tomayto, tomahto, dear. My point is, Silas loves a good rags-to-riches story where he gets to
play the spoiler. He acts as if money isn’t important, yet he splurges to impress you—to get you to succumb to him. He recruits you to be his makeover project without you knowing. He plays with you until he’s bored or the next project catches his eye. What’s her name? Brennan?”

  “Enough,” I boom.

  This hypocrisy has gone on long enough. I let her talk while I investigate who dropped the ball, but she has crossed the line. None of what the fuck she’s saying is true. Is that what she actually thinks?

  “Everyone get the fuck out except Jasper and Atticus.”

  I need to get her off this yacht. We’re almost two hours from our last port. We can’t turn around, and we prefer to have my helicopter land when we’re stationary.

  “Fuck you, Silas,” Tory yells with renewed tears. “Hope your game with me was all you wanted it to be.”

  “I want off this stupid fucking boat.” I hear Brennan’s sobs across the room. “Let me go, Seth. I mean it,” she cries as she tries to tear herself away from his grip.

  “Who in the hell is Seth?” Tory and Jasper ask in unison. That gets Brennan’s attention. She stops struggling against him, and her eyes crinkle in confusion.

  “That’s Silas’s cousin Kassius,” Jasper informs, amused as to the reason for the misidentification.

  This shitstorm just got exponentially worst. I initially asked him to help keep an eye on Brennan because she was the only new person. I needed to be sure she wasn’t sent to infiltrate my lair to gain intel. I trust Atticus, but I don’t know his friend who asked that she suddenly be transferred with little notice. I knew once I actually spent time with her I had nothing to be suspicious of. Only I never expected Kassius to befriend her. I would have confessed the truth before asking her to be with me, and now, I’m sure that will never happen. Tears of devastation roll down her flushed cheeks. I’ve caused enough tears today, and it fucking guts me.

  “So your real name is Kassius?” Brennan’s voice trembles. He nods in the affirmative. “Are you even gay?”