I release my hold and slip my fingers into her panties where she’s soaking. I glide my fingers over her slick folds. “I can tell how much you hate the idea.” I slide into her, pulling out and pushing back in, letting her wetness ring through the air. “If this is so crazy, why are you so wet, girl?”
“I don’t know.” She rocks into my hand, seeking the pleasure I’m keeping out of her reach.
“Take a guess.” I hold her jugular in my teeth and lick my tongue across her captive flesh. “Tell me why you’re dripping into my palm.”
Her fingers are tight on the chair, and I set a dirty rhythm, pulling her nipples with one hand and grinding against her clit with the other. “I’m waiting, Veronica.”
She moans. “My brain tells me…oh god…” She jerks into my touch.
I lighten my pressure so she doesn’t go over and ruin my point. I tsk in her ear. “I don’t remember you asking me to come, so for your sake, you’d better not. Now tell me.”
“I crave your possession.” She leans back and whispers in my ear, “Anytime you talk about me being yours it drives me crazy.”
This I already know, it was established the first time I claimed her, but I’m looking for new information. “What else?”
She squeezes her eyes shut. “I want you to control me.”
I follow my instincts. I press down on the heel of my hand and grind it over her pelvic bone. She cries out and grips my wrist. “Oh god, right there.”
I laugh, evil and cruel. “I can keep doing this and make it so you never go over.”
Her cunt contracts hard around my fingers and I have my answer. I understand submissive girls, and Veronica is very new and probably doesn’t have the words or experience to articulate what’s driving her so crazy, but I know. I whisper in her ear, “Ah, now I see. You like the thought of being denied.”
She shakes her head, even while she’s rocking mindlessly into my hand. “No.”
“Are you sure about that?” I grip her hair and turn her face up to mine. I kiss her and tension is like a bomb detonating. I’ve fallen into that zone now, riding instinct and desire and power. I pull away and say, “It doesn’t make you wet to think about me saying no to you? You begging me? Being desperate for an orgasm I won’t give you?”
“No.” The word is a breathless, meaningless pant. Between her legs grows impossibly wetter, more swollen, hotter.
Christ. “Are you sure about that?” I pick up the pace.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to come, Veronica?”
“Yes.” She turns toward me and clutches my shirt.
I pump my fingers into her cunt. “No.”
She gasps and moans.
“When’s the last time you came by yourself?”
Her head falls back. “Last night.”
I bite her bottom lip. “After I gave you all those orgasms you still needed to come again?”
“Yes.”
I pull out and make a V with my fingers, sliding them around her clit. I drag her panties down her legs, stopping at her knees so the elastic bites into her skin. “I hope you enjoyed it, because it’s the last one you get for free. From this second on, you don’t even touch your cunt without my say so.”
She bucks against my hand.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Beg me.”
Her head falls back. “Please, Brandon, please.”
“No.”
She groans. “Please.”
“No.” I slide into her and she’s so wet it echoes through the room. I whisper into her ear, “You don’t think I feel how fucking hot it makes you every time I say no? You don’t think I feel your cunt get wetter every time I talk about denying you?” I raise my fingers and paint her lips so they glisten and then I take her hand and bring it between her legs. Her slim fingers run over her flesh, zeroing in on her clit. “Have you ever been this wet?”
She shakes her head.
Into her ear I say, “Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
She moans and keens.
I laugh, gripping her wrist and pulling her away. I cover her with my palm. “This is my pussy and I like the thought of you walking around dripping and desperate, so we’ll save that orgasm for another time.”
My phone beeps and I look down at my desk, and when I read the message I chuckle. “Excellent.”
She pants at me, questions in her big honey eyes.
“Leo’s on his way, he’ll be here in two minutes.” I give her my most evil smile. “Let’s get you situated.”
* * *
Veronica
I’m on fire. I’m not sure I have any working brain cells left.
Brandon squeezes my hip. “Up you go.”
I stand on wobbly legs, attempting to wrap my brain around what just happened. And why. I don’t understand how him saying no to me is such a turn on. It was like it flipped some switch in my brain. Every time he said no I just got hotter and hotter, like I would do anything just to come.
I don’t understand it, but it’s not the time to question. Leo will be here any second and I have to pull myself together. I shake my head to clear it. It doesn’t work, but I think I can manage a simple sentence.
I turn to Brandon, who gives me that smug, evil smile I’m becoming familiar with. I smooth my hair and clear my throat. “I’ll…um… See you later.”
He raises a brow. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I start to raise my panties, trying not to think about my slippery thighs. “To my office.”
He shakes his head. “No, you’ll stay here.”
Oh no. My cheeks flush, I can argue once I’m together. I continue pulling up my underwear, but he holds up his hand. “Stop.”
I freeze, almost on instinct. As though my body listens to him more than me. I chew my bottom lip. Is that part of the thing? My gaze flies to his.
He tilts his head and studies me. Like a cat he prowls over, fastens one button on my top before nodding.
I blink down at my blouse. It’s indecently low and my breasts are spilling out from my bra, making my nipples clearly visible under the silk. To my horror, this knowledge makes them pucker up tighter.
He laughs. Wraps his hand around my nape and tugs me close, kissing me hard and unrelenting, not stopping until I’m breathless. When he pulls away he palms between my legs. “Who does this belong to?”
I gulp as my body responds like a shot of heroin. “You.”
“Exactly.” He falls to his knees, and then his mouth is on me, his tongue licking over my clit.
I cry out, holding onto his desk for dear life so I don’t topple over. I don’t know how he does it, but he goes down on me like it’s a dirty make-out session, and every time my eyes practically roll into the back of my head. I hook my leg over his shoulder and start rocking to meet his mouth, to increase the pressure, just when my body quickens, he pulls away.
He grins up at me, and even from his position on the floor he looks powerful.
I shake my head. “You’re wicked.”
“Baby, I’m just getting started.”
That’s what I’m afraid of. Hope for.
He pulls my panties up my legs, but instead of putting them back in place, he positions them right under the curve of my ass before tugging my skirt down where it belongs, and getting up off the floor.
I stare at him in horror. “I can’t walk around like this.”
“Since you won’t be walking, it’s not a concern.” Then he sits on the chair and puts me on his knee.
I try and scramble away. “What are you doing? Leo.”
“I’m experimenting.” He squeezes my hip. “Be still.”
“But—”
There’s a knock on the door.
Brandon calls. “Come on in.”
I try and get up, but his arm is like a vise.
Leo opens the door, and walks in. The second he sees us, his brows
rise up his forehead. He looks at me, then at Brandon, then back at me. With a chuckle, he shuts the door.
I try again to squirm off Brandon’s lap.
“Be still.” His words are like the lash of a whip.
I go instantly quiet even while I want to die of humiliation. Which, somehow morphs in my brain and sends blood rushing between my legs.
Casual as can be, Leo strolls over, like it’s not at all unusual for me to be on top of my boss, and sinks down into the chair. He grins, winks at me before turning to Brandon. “She’s spirited but I knew at the end of the day she’d be good at following instructions.”
Brandon’s hand covers my hip and it feels hot and territorial against my skin. “She’s a good girl, aren’t you, Veronica?”
I want to crawl into a hole. And I want to come like it’s my next breath.
The warring emotions confuse me and I frown. I point to the door. “I should go.”
Leo laughs, then his gaze rakes over my body, pausing on my chest. “You might be a distraction.”
My nipples pull even tighter.
Brandon’s palm moves up to my waist. “Indeed.”
I’m unable to help myself and I hiss, “I’m mortified.”
“And wet.” Brandon’s grasp squeezes.
I gasp. “Brandon!”
Leo shrugs. “He’s not telling me anything I don’t already know, girl. You look and smell like sex.”
I scream and cover my face with my hands. “This is perverse!”
Leo laughs. “There must be something we can do with her and Jillian.”
I have never been more humiliated in my life, or as turned on, it’s insane.
Brandon studies me, looking me up and down. “I think that can be arranged.”
I don’t even want to know what that entails. Or do I?
“She’s pretty primed by the look of her.”
“She certainly is.” Brandon raises a brow. “What do we owe the pleasure?”
“Jillian’s dad had some clients that were supposed to be in town cancel and he has eight tickets to the Cubs game Friday he’s throwing our way. First row, in the sun on the first base line.”
How are they just sitting here? Talking like nothing is going on? When I’m in this state? How can they even focus?
Leo continues as if this is the most normal thing in the world. “If you both can take off, it will be the eight of us.”
“We’ll be there.” Brandon doesn’t consult me.
“We’ll meet at Murphy’s before the game.”
“Sounds good.”
Leo juts his chin toward the door. “You interested in a quick lunch? Or are you too preoccupied?”
Sweat blooms across the base of my spine.
“Sure.” Brandon pats me on the ass. “Can I trust you to entertain yourself?”
I’ve gone crazy because my immediate thought is running to my office and rubbing my clit. At the vision, I flush with horror. What has he done to me?
He narrows his eyes. “So no?”
I straighten as properly as I can. “Of course. I have work to do.”
I hold my breath, terrified he’ll say something humiliating in front of Leo again, but he nods. “Good. Up you go.”
A strange sense of mild disappointment settles in my chest. I stand.
I look down; almost surprised I can remain upright. My naked breasts and peaked nipples press against the silk of my blouse. The elastic of my panties cut into my skin, right below my ass. My state of dress has me hyperaware of my body’s every reaction.
Leo and Brandon stand too, watching me.
I smile. “Have a nice lunch.”
The corners of Leo’s lips tilt.
“Veronica?” Brandon’s gaze rakes over my body, sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
With as much dignity as I can muster, I tilt my chin. “Yes?”
“Do you have any meetings while I’m gone?”
I shake my head.
“Good. I expect you to look exactly as I left you when I return.”
Unable to help myself, I glance at Leo.
He chuckles. “God help anyone that walks into your office.”
I might die, of lust or humiliation. It’s a toss-up.
“Do we understand each other?” Brandon steps toward me, wrapping his hand around my neck.
My breath is shallow when I speak. “Yes.”
“Excellent.” Then his mouth covers mine.
His tongue strokes against mine.
And I’m lost in him.
I never want to let him go.
I melt into him. Wrapping my arms around his back and pressing close. His fingers tighten. His hand comes up to the curve of my hip.
I rise to my tiptoes, molding myself into the spaces I fit best.
Our heads slant. The contact deepens. Our mouths—
“Do I need to give you a minute?”
Leo’s voice breaks the spell and our lips part but Brandon doesn’t let go.
His gaze meets mine, and his blue eyes burn like cold fire. “No.”
“You sure?” Leo asks, and his tone is amused, although I can’t pull my gaze away from Brandon to see his face.
“Yes.” Brandon leans down and whispers in my ear, “No touching while I’m gone.”
I nod, and release a long breath, overwhelmed and wanting. Needing him. I skim my mouth over his jaw and he tightens his hold. I whisper the truth, low enough for only him to hear. “I don’t know what you think you’re waiting for, I’m already ruined.”
He raises his head, and his expression steals the air from my lungs, it’s dark and possessive. He grips my chin. “Tonight.”
I don’t know where the word comes from, but I utter it anyway. “Please.”
He kisses me with a wicked promise, and then he’s gone.
18
Brandon
Leo waits until after we’ve ordered drinks to start interrogating me. “So…”
“Don’t start.” I clench my jaw. That kiss. I’d meant it to be dirty and fun, to humiliate her a little in front of Leo because she so clearly gets off on it, but instead it backfired, and morphed into something powerful and revealing.
Something I’m damn well sure Leo didn’t miss because I know he recognizes it. I’ve seen him kiss Jillian that way. I’d never understood the difference until today. The difference in the way you kiss a girl that’s crawling inside you.
He grins, cocks his head to the side. “It sucks at first, I’ll give you that.”
I pretend to study the menu like I was at a five-star restaurant, and not the pub down the block from the club where I’ve eaten a hundred times. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Leo laughs. “Sure you don’t.”
“It’s just sex.” I shrug as though it’s no big deal, when it’s a very big deal. It’s so much more than sex. But I can’t help wanting to maintain the façade, because I need to hold on to it. For my own sanity.
At some point, I don’t even remember when, I’d shut off my emotions. I hadn’t been uncaring, but I’d been detached. So cool and remote nobody really touched me. I had relationships; I’d had women submit to me. I’d cared for them, orchestrated their fantasies, but I never committed. I’ve always told women I wasn’t cut out for monogamy, which I never found odd, as it’s quite common in our circles. I believed it too. While I admired the dedication Michael, Leo and Chad have for their women, admire their unwavering devotion; it’s not for me.
My friends are the closest I’ve ever come to attaching to anyone, and even with them, I’m a touch removed.
I believed this was the way I was made.
Believed I didn’t want any of what they had.
But Veronica is systematically flipping every switch I’d always believed was shut off.
I haven’t even looked at another woman since that night on the balcony. And when she’d whispered I’d already ruined her, that I was waiting for nothing, I’d been smacked over the head with the t
ruth.
With all the women I’ve taken to bed without a thought, I’m scared to sleep with Veronica.
I can control sex. But I can’t control how I feel about her.
I hate it.
I’m addicted to it.
Sex with Veronica is going to ruin me as much as it will ruin her. I’m afraid of it, because it will mean for the first time in my thirty-four years, I will be vulnerable to another person. Weak. Powerless. She has the ability to cut me off at the knees.
I have no idea how to handle it. Handle her.
I glance up to find Leo studying me with that cop’s expression.
I open my mouth to say something dismissive but instead ask, “How do you do it?”
Leo scrubs a hand over his jaw. “Do what, exactly?”
I don’t want to have this conversation. I want to ignore it. But I’m not sure that’s an option anymore. I also know Leo will understand. We’re alike that way. Or at least we were, until Jillian came along.
I clear my throat. Shake my head a little. I don’t quite have the words to articulate my question.
He tilts his head. “How do I control Jillian when she so clearly controls me? When she can crush me so completely?”
Yes. That’s exactly it. I nod.
He leans forward and puts his elbows on the table. “By understanding they aren’t mutually exclusive. I think, with guys like us, yes it’s our nature, but it’s a convenient way to detach.”
I nod again. It is. It’s so easy to shut off that way, to place a boundary between me and the girl sitting at my feet. Especially when I attract women into cruel, casual dismissal.
“With Jillian that wasn’t possible. She forced me to attach. It’s why I resisted her for so long. My instincts warned me and they were right.” He meets my gaze and his expression is deadly serious. “Here’s the truth, even though it’s hard to see until you make it to the other side. It makes it impossibly better. Which seems counterintuitive, but is true. Jillian makes me better. That she can break me, but chooses surrender instead, just makes the power I hold over her that much greater. That much sweeter.”
I look away, over his shoulder to the packed lunchtime crowd. “She’s messing with my head.”
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