by Dani René
“Maybe,” I respond. “But I want to be yours.” It’s a confession that stills him for a moment. Tipping my head to the side, I regard him earnestly.
Chapter Seven
Levi
“You are mine, but I’ll use you however I see fit.” Settling in the chair, I sit back and watch her mind work through everything that’s happened. I didn’t mean to fuck her right here, but she looked too beautiful.
“And if I don’t agree to it?” Her question is filled with curiosity, yet her expression tells me there’s desire trickling through her. She enjoyed the fact that Eric walked in here and saw her being fucked. Maybe she wants a threesome. Who knows.
“You can’t refuse me now, baby girl,” I tell her. “Tonight, you’ll meet me at my house. There’s a dinner I’m having with a client and you’ll be my arm candy for the evening.”
“Arm candy?” she retorts, fire blazing in her eyes.
“You’ll be my plus one. And I have a dress for you to wear, so don’t go buying anything with the money I gave you.”
She sighs, nods, and offers a smile. “Fine. But don’t ever call me arm candy.”
“Of course, baby girl. I need more coffee.” I push the mug over to her. “This one is cold.”
She lifts the cup and leaves my office with an extra sway in her hips. Just then, Trevor and Eric stalk through the door.
“If you’re going to fuck in your office, can you keep it down?” Trevor chirps. He’s wearing those goddamn flip flops again. Bright fucking green.
“If you’re going to wear a suit, you should get some proper fucking shoes,” I retort.
The man is strange, but he’s good at what he does. He’s an asset to FFF, and I wouldn’t want to work with anyone else. We’ve come together as partners and built this from the ground up. I trust them with millions of my own money, and I don’t do that easily.
“Fuck you, Kingston,” he bites back, lifting one sandaled foot and placing it over the opposite knee.
“Listen, you fuck when and where you want, just don’t let our clients hear,” Eric says.
“And you? What young toy are you banging?” I taunt, earning me the bird. “Listen, this new contract with Sanders needs to be finalized. I have a meeting tonight that will be bringing in another ten million, so I’ll need Trevor working on the numbers when I get in tomorrow morning.”
Both men nod.
“It’s done.” Trevor smirks. Pushing out of the chair, he drops a thick folder on my desk. “Read through it, sign it, and get it back to me.”
Opening the manila folder, I find all the documents I need to get signed tonight at my meeting. “You’re a lifesaver, Trev.” I glance up at him.
“I know,” he quips, and heads out the door. “I’m going to brunch, and I might not be back till tomorrow,” he informs us with a satisfied, yet cheesy grin, then he’s gone.
“Asshole,” I chuckle.
“So,” Eric starts, “you and our office assistant?”
“Yeah.” I meet his blue eyes as he stares at me as if considering what to say next. “Listen, this isn’t going—”
“I don’t give a shit who you’re banging, Kingston. She’s hot. Perhaps we can all play together. Just keep her quiet. As much as I love hearing her cute little squeals, I can’t be sitting in a meeting with a hard-on from your porn show.”
“You’re a dick, Pearson.”
He shrugs it off with a guffaw. We both know it’s true. He can’t deny it.
“I can’t wait for the day when a pretty little toy has you all wound up over her,” I inform him with a smirk.
“Nah. You know I like to fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, no need in getting feelings involved.”
“Oh, I know. I’m still waiting on the day.” Eric is going to get himself all torn up over one of his conquests; it’s only a matter of time.
Chapter Eight
Kristyn
His house is decadent. It’s triple the size of the home I share with my dad. I feel out of my depth as I wander around the modern rooms. I’m still in my work clothes, but I follow Levi’s directions, finding the bedroom he told me about.
When I step inside, I can’t stifle a gasp. This is purely exquisite. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A small balcony overlooking the ocean. I move toward the doors and slide them open. The fresh air is intoxicating as I inhale it. The view is spectacular, which only hurts my heart. I wish my dad could see how beautiful this is.
Shaking the sadness from my mind, I head back inside and take in the king-sized bed with a navy-blue comforter which looks more expensive than anything I own. There are four posts on either corner, and I picture myself being bound by Mr. Kingston while he devours every inch of my body.
Once more, I’m tempted to touch myself, but his orders were clear. I’m meant to change into the lingerie on the bed and wait for him in the living room.
The soft silk corset and panties are elegant, yet so beautifully sexy. They’re nothing like I imagined. When he told me what he wanted, I figured he was a filthy old man. This is utterly luxurious.
My mind is lost in thought when my phone pings from my purse. I pull it out and unlock the screen to find a message from Levi.
I trust you like the gift. I can’t wait to see those curves decked in silk.
Reading the message again and again, I find a happy smile curving my lips. I may have a bigger bank account because I agreed to this, but my heart has a different idea. I’m enjoying Levi’s games, his filthy words, but I can’t allow myself to fall.
This is temporary, and I don’t want more heartache in my life. There’s only so much I can handle. Unzipping my skirt, I make quick work of changing into the panties. Once they’re snug around my hips, I manage to get the corset on and tied. Thankfully, it’s easier than I envisioned. When I take a quick glance in the mirror, I don’t recognize the woman staring back at me.
“Perfect,” a deep voice comes from the doorway, causing me to yelp with fright. My head spins, finding Levi leaning against the doorjamb. His arms are folded across his chest, his tie is gone, and the shirt he’s wearing is unbuttoned just enough to tease me with a glimpse of his smooth, tanned skin.
His dark hair is messy. It stands in every direction, and I wonder how many times he’s raked his fingers through it.
“How was the rest of your meeting?” I turn to him, offering him a full view of my body. His gaze roves over me, from my long chestnut waves down to the suede open-toe heels I’m wearing. The bright pink on my toes pops against the dark material of my shoe.
His tongue darts out, licking at his full lips. When his eyes land on mine once more, he smirks. “You look good enough to eat,” he says, ignoring my question. “When I come home, I don’t want to talk work. When I’m alone with you, it’s just us—your beautiful body either beneath mine, over mine, or against mine. Either way, when we’re in this house, I’ll be fucking you anywhere I like.”
“What about your son?” I question easily. The story I’ve heard is Levi’s wife died years ago, and ever since, he’s been alone, raising Ethan, his eighteen-year-old son. I wonder if this whole ruse is just for him to have company. As soon as I think it, I know it’s a lie. This man could have any woman. Why me?
“He’s away on a school trip. It’s just us, my sweet Kismet,” he quips. Those dark eyes meet mine in a searing gaze. The way he’s looking at me, I’m sure dinner will be delayed.
“And I’m meant to be your babysitter?” I tease, stalking closer to him, finding confidence from the power I hold over him. In the office, he’s the boss, but in here, I have a feeling I can exert some of my power.
“Darling, the only thing you’ll be sitting is my cock.” He grips my hips, tugging me harshly against his solid frame. His body is deliciously toned, the muscles flexing under the material of his shirt. “Tonight, you’ll be my escort to a business meeting. You’ll wear the silver dress hanging in the walk-in closet. Leave the lingerie under. I’ll be tearing it all off when we get
back, then I’ll fuck you ‘til you can’t stand.”
Smirking, he turns, leaving me gaping at his broad shoulders. My body eagerly responds to his alpha display. I want Levi. I really do. What worries me is what happens when he’s tired of me.
Sighing, I head toward the closet and find the dress in question. It’s sleek, silky, and has a beautiful neckline embroidered with diamante that shimmer under the low lights in the closet. There are many more dresses hanging on the silver rails, but this one is definitely elegant and beautiful.
I take my time slipping into the delicate material, which seems to hug my curves. The feminine cut is low at the back with a scoop neck that shows just enough cleavage for a business dinner, but also to taunt Levi with.
Smiling at my reflection, I shut the door and head out of the bedroom. When I hear soft music playing downstairs, I follow the sound, which leads me to the living room where Levi is standing in a black suit tailored to his frame.
“I’m ready,” I utter almost shyly.
He spins on his heel, finding me at the entrance to the large room. His eyes widen, and I suddenly feel nervous at the way he’s regarding me.
“You are perfection, you know that?” He closes the distance between us, pulling me into his arms. Gently, his lips plant a soft kiss on my head. “And you’re all mine.”
I smile at the sweetness of the moment. This man will be my undoing.
Chapter Nine
Levi
The restaurant is full of men in suits with beautiful women in the latest designer clothes draped over them. Dresses so beautiful, any man would be completely intoxicated by the elegance in the room.
When we reach the table, the hostess sets the menus down. I pull out Kristyn’s chair, ensuring she’s seated beside me. I want her close for what I have in mind. This is a little test to see how much she’s willing to put up with.
The waiter appears, takes our drinks order, and leaves. I’m staring at the menu when Brent arrives with a woman who’s not his wife clinging to him like a second skin. Her blonde hair and big green eyes are made up for a night out on the town.
She’s dressed like a common whore in a dress so short, I’m sure I catch a glimpse of her cunt beneath the hemline. It wouldn’t surprise me if she weren’t wearing any panties. Her lips are fake, blown up by Botox. She’s fake, plastic—someone Pearson would love to stick his dick in.
“Levi,” Brent smirks. “This is Gigi.” She smiles, shaking my hand.
“This is Kristyn,” I introduce my girl. I’m proud to be beside her. Knowing she’s as filthy as she is elegant. I love a naughty woman, but when she’s out in public, she’ll dress like a lady. However, when I get her alone, that’s another story.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Masterson.” Kristyn smiles, shaking his hand, and I can’t help noticing the way he leers at her. Knowing this in one of the last shipments we’ll be doing for him is the only reason I’m not knocking him out.
“It’s my pleasure, sweet thing,” he chuckles, holding onto her hand for a little too long.
I’ve known him most of my working career, and he’s been a client I depend on. He pays on time and doesn’t give me too much shit.
The only thing I don’t like is how he cheats on his wife. She’s a stunner, and the fact that he’s out with this doll on his arm frustrates me to no end.
“Shall we get some drinks?” he asks Gigi when the waiter appears with the wine I ordered. The young man opens the bottle with a flourish and fills our glasses after I agree on the taste.
“I want something pink and fruity.” Gigi giggles, and I wonder how old she really is.
Brent orders, and the waiter leaves us. He turns his attention on me. “So, there are two shipments coming in. I need them both handled by Four Fathers,” he tells me.
“We can certainly do that. Give me the deadlines, locations, and I can have the invoice sent out to you first thing in the morning.”
He nods with a satisfied smile.
“There’s something else I need your help with.” I knew this was coming. Brent is a dealer. He loves the challenge of making the most asinine deals with men and then coming to me for help. It doesn’t make a difference what it is.
I, however, am able to give him the legal advice he normally needs when things go awry. My father’s insistence at getting an education when I was younger has ensured I’m geared to run an empire on my own.
“Anything for you, Brent.” I lift my glass as their drinks arrive. While they’re talking to our server, my hand snakes over Kristyn’s thigh, squeezing her toned leg while chatting with Masterson. There’s a soft whimper from my left, and I can’t help smirking against my glass.
My fingers trail up ‘til I find her smooth skin where the material is cut. I chose this dress for a reason, and this is why. My fingers move deftly over the lace and satin of her panties, stroking her gently, applying pressure to her clit when I feel she needs it.
“I’m glad I can count on you, Levi. Your father was a great man and he’s trained you well,” he informs me, and I nod.
“Thank you. He was a bastard at times,” I tell him as my fingers snake their way under her panties. Her hand grips mine, attempting to tug it away, but she’s not strong enough. I cast a glance over at her while Brent and Gigi decide on dinner. “But he was good at teaching me exactly what is needed to run a successful business.”
“Even though you don’t need the money,” Brent chuckles.
“You’re right,” I agree. I don’t need the money. My father left enough for me to live off until I breathe my final breath.
The slick juices dripping over my fingers cause my cock to throb in time with my heart beat. The thudding is painful, but I don’t stop taunting my little Kismet as she bites her plump lower lip.
“I…I need the restroom,” Kristyn mumbles against me. Her face is flushed, beautiful and rosy. She’s exquisite as she sits on the brink of an orgasm.
“Right now?” I quip, dipping two fingers into her and feeling her pulse wildly around them. Her body is so close. All she needs is one tiny little push and she’ll be freefalling at my touch. Controlling a woman’s orgasm is my drug, and watching Kristyn unravel for me is my addiction.
“Please,” she whimpers when I add a third finger into her sopping little hole. My hand pumps her harder, faster, and her eyes glaze over as her cunt clamps down hard, sucking me into her body as an orgasm rips through her.
One tiny mewl is all I get, and I know she’s perfect. There’s something about a woman coming in public and managing to keep her composure.
“Okay, darling.” I smirk, pulling my fingers from her, and bring them to my mouth to taste her sweetness. They glisten as I devour her flavor.
“Levi, will you be able to help out a friend of mine with a contract as well?” Brent asks as Kristyn races to the ladies’ room. I nod without missing a beat.
“Of course,” I tell him. “The more the merrier. Tell me more.” I lean in, feigning interest. The only thing on my mind is how beautifully my little tease came all over my fingers.
“Perfect. I’ll have him send over his requirements in the morning. He’s one of my oldest friends. A man with more money than God.” Brent chuckles, his arm looping around Gigi’s neck as he tugs her into his hold.
When Kristyn returns, she’s not as flushed, but her eyes still give away the desire swirling throughout her pretty little body.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask, earning a glare.
Tonight will be fun.
Chapter Ten
Kristyn
The dinner is the last thing on my mind. Each time Mr. Masterson asks me a question, I’m jarred because I’m not listening. His date is nothing more than eye candy, but even though she’s dressed provocatively, Levi hasn’t given a second glance.
Each time she speaks, I can feel the frustration emanating from beside me. Levi hasn’t tried to taunt me again, but his hand hasn’t left my thigh either. There’s a possessiveness in h
is grip, and I welcome it more than I think I should.
“That’s it then.” Brent rises, attempting to button his jacket over a rounding stomach. He’s easily in his early fifties, which begs the question of how Gigi, who looks like she just graduated high school, can be with a man like that. Then I notice his wallet as he tugs it from his slacks. The thick wad of cash is the answer to my inner query.
“It’s been good seeing you again, Brent.” Levi rises, finally releasing my leg from the confines of his large hand.
Brent nods. “And you.” The men shake, and Mr. Masterson’s ogling gaze falls to me once more. “It was a pleasure meeting you, sweetheart.” He offers me a smirk, which I can only respond to with a smile. Words evade me as this man who’s old enough to be my father, or grandfather actually, looks at me like he wants to rip my dress off.
The thought sickens me when he takes my hand in his and plants a kiss on my knuckles. Once he leaves, Levi and I are alone again, and I’m even more aware of him. The wine I gulped has heated my skin and my stomach tumbles in anticipation of what’s to come.
Since it’s only ten o’clock, I know there’s so much more Levi wants to do tonight. He doesn’t have to voice it, but it’s there in his eyes when our gazes lock.
“Sorry it took so long,” he apologizes. There’s a sincerity to him at times, but there is also a calloused harshness where I can see he’s hiding emotion. I understand closing yourself off when you lose someone you love, and it’s clear Levi has done that over the years.
“It’s okay. I can’t believe you did what you did,” I tell him, earning a haughty chuckle. The sound is deep and rumbles low in his chest.
“Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?” he quips. His confidence is stifling at times. He wears it like a cologne. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t want it.
