by K D Grace
He grinned. “As long as you don’t get attached, darling, we’re going to get on just fine.”
Right on cue, Tristan reappeared. “Champagne?” he asked Annabelle, pouring the ice cold liquid before she could answer, filling her glass to the brim.
“I like you,” she giggled, taking another huge gulp. “Maybe you should stay. Cordy, make your minion stay,” she demanded.
“Tristan? Yeah, you need to stay. Annabelle wants you to stay, and if the lovely Annabelle wants you here then so do I.”
Tristan didn’t need asking twice. He put down the bottle and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Annabelle sighed as she looked at them both. “This is going to be one hell of a ride,” she giggled putting down her glass and sliding her shirt off her shoulders exposing her alabaster skin, naked except for her tiny soaking thong.
Tristan dropped to his knees in front of the sofa and eased in between her legs, pushing them wide for the camera before slowly and seductively running his finger from her clit to her ass, pushing her thong between her swollen lips, outlining the curve of her pussy and accentuating how wet she was. Cordy could hear the cameras whirring as they zoomed in and refocused. He felt himself getting hard as he watched Tristan’s strong back and the way his ass stretched his pants tight. He imagined Tristan’s cock must be straining against the soft fabric, and Cordy felt his own piece twitch in empathy.
“Don’t think you can just sit back and watch, Cordy,” Annabelle drawled as Tristan removed her thong and nuzzled between her thighs. She moaned as his tongue worked its way between her parted lips, curling around her clit, making her legs twitch.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be right there,” he grinned unbuttoning his flies and sliding his jeans over his hips, stepping out of them so that he was gloriously naked, his arousal obvious for both Annabelle and Tristan to see.
Annabelle smiled like the cat that got the cream as he walked over to her. Tristan went to move out of the way, but Cordy rested a hand on his shoulder to keep him exactly where he was. Cordy knelt above Annabelle’s head as he nodded at Tristan. Together, they turned her over, pulling her to her knees so that Cordy’s dick was right at mouth level. Annabelle didn’t need to be directed any further and she wrapped her lips around him as Tristan pushed her legs apart and lapped at her pussy.
Cordy watched Tristan as he made Annabelle squirm. He found his mind wandering, picturing Indy and himself instead. God he wanted to taste her — he could imagine losing himself between her thighs for hours. A decadent sixty-nine so that he could experience her soft mouth all over him at the same time. He closed his eyes, blocking out Annabelle and replacing her with India in his mind. She’d be tentative at first, unsure of what she was doing. But it wouldn’t take her long to love it, and then she’d be incredible. Cordy wound his fingers into Annabelle’s hair, pulling her head back so that she could only just reach the tip of his dick, watching as she swirled her tongue around the swollen head before he thrust back deep into her throat. He had to admire her, she held her gag reflex well, letting him slip down as far as he wanted but something just wasn’t doing it for him this afternoon. All he could think about was how much better it would be if she was India. He ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes in frustration. Damn her and her bloody Goody Two-Shoes ways, getting into his brain and ruining a perfectly good fuck.
He focussed back on the two people in front of him, and blanked his mind. Tristan had taken off his suit trousers and was naked, his erect cock standing to attention. Annabelle was on her knees. Cordy nodded and Tristan nudged against her gaping hole making her squeal and moan as she pressed back against him. Cordy leaned forward and poured a puddle of champagne into the small of her back and bent to drink it, licking her skin from the top of her ass to her neck. Her skin was sweet and fruity, her perfume complimenting her body lotion and filling his senses. Indy smelled of vanilla, sweet with a hint of naughty.
Cordy took another drink of his champagne, holding it in his mouth and turned to Tristan, watching as his cock disappeared into Annabelle. He leaned forward and their lips met, pushing Tristan’s mouth open with his tongue and slowly dribbling the champagne between them. Tristan’s low moan reverberated through his body and he shivered with desire. It had been a long time since he enjoyed another man’s body and the contrast between Annabelle’s softly rounded curves and Tristan’s hard, toned chest and shoulders was a huge turn on. His hands explored Tristan’s face, stroking the early evening shadow on his jaw and trailing down to the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Tristan pulled out of Annabelle and turned to Cordy, reciprocating his touch by stroking his cheek and his lips until Cordy closed his eyes and dipped his mouth again to Tristan’s. Their lips met and Cordy let out an animal growl as their bodies melded together, arms around backs, hands cupping buttocks, chests and cocks rubbing together.
Annabelle rolled onto her back and frowned. “Hey, what about me guys,” she whined as she watched them. She knelt up and wrapped her arms around them, all three of them kissing, tongues everywhere. Then Cordy pushed Annabelle back on the sofa and slipped inside her. Tristan knelt behind him and gently pushed a finger between his ass cheeks. Cordy tensed at first but the scent of musk and sweat from Tristan curled into his nostrils and he relaxed, allowing him to explore where he pleased. As he thrust into Annabelle’s pussy, all the while exploring her hot, damp mouth, he was vaguely aware that Tristan had retrieved the lube and was slowly massaging his tight ass. He leaned back as Tristan pushed a finger deep inside him, gasping at the welcome intrusion. He could feel Annabelle tensing around him as he fucked her hard into the cushions and he reached behind him, wanting to feel Tristan’s smooth velvet cock. He wasn’t expecting the sudden tightness of silk across his eyes. Fuck, that was hot — Tristan had blindfolded him. Everything went dark and suddenly he could smell both of them more intensely. The room was filled with the scent of Annabelle’s pussy and the sweet smell of the lube. He could smell his own aroma of arousal mixed with the woody notes of Tristan’s aftershave. It was intoxicating and he lost himself in the naked, writhing mess of bodies until he felt Annabelle tensing beneath him.
“Fuck me, Cordy... I’m going to cum,” she wailed, clawing at his back with her long, red nails and he pounded harder into her as Tristan pushed into his ass, his big hands gripping his hips to steady himself. Cordy felt the first trickle of his own release building in his groin until the pulsing of Annabelle’s cunt and the hard, deep thrusting of Tristan’s dick pushed him over the edge and he came hard, feeling Tristan unload a thick stream of cum inside his ass. He slumped forward over Annabelle and all three lay there, struggling to catch their breaths. Cordy removed the blindfold and rubbed his fingers through his hair trying to bring himself back to reality.
Annabelle grinned up at him. “Baby, that was incredible, you are amazing. God, I could do that forever.”
Tristan pulled out of his boss and sat awkwardly next to them on the sofa. “Do you want me to go?” he asked. “Give you a bit of privacy?”
Cordy laughed out loud. “I think after that, privacy may have gone out of the window.”
“D’you want me to put it on the web?” Tristan asked, frowning.
They all looked at each other. “Well I want it on there,” Annabelle pouted. “I don’t see why I should be denied my 15 minutes of fame. You can’t get cold feet now!”
“I put everyone else on the web. Why the hell shouldn’t I get my ass out online too.”
“’S’OK with me,” Tristan said. “I’ll go upload it now.”
Cordy finished his champagne and pulled his jeans back on, stroking his stomach as he wandered over to the window. He sat on the ledge and watched Annabelle pull herself back together. She was gorgeous but he still couldn’t get the image of Indy out of his head. He wondered what she would make of the latest video. Once Annabelle had dressed, she wrapped her arms around him, planted a sloppy k
iss on his lips and, with a promise of seeing him later at Boujis, disappeared out of his apartment.
He flopped down on the sofa, flicking through the numerous TV channels until he found some music. He leaned back and let his mind fill with his favourite fantasy of India, until it was time to shower and get ready for the evening ahead.
Chapter Four
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India bypassed the queue outside Boujis and gave her name to the sour faced woman on the door. After some discussion with an equally grumpy looking man with a head like a basketball, the woman managed to locate Indy on the guest list, right at the top. The fact that Indy was Cordy’s plus one made her face wrinkle up into an even less attractive arrangement as she flicked open the rope with a look of utter disdain. Indy smiled sweetly at her before sweeping through and descending the stairs. She checked her coat and looked around the club in disgust. She hadn’t been for a few weeks, trying to keep as far away from Cordy as she could; and in the meantime he had turned this place into a den of iniquity. She felt dirty just being there.
“Hey beautiful,” Cordy’s sexy voice filled her ear making her jump. She frowned at him as he snaked an arm around her waist, letting his fingers linger across the naked flesh exposed at the curve where her back met her ass. “This dress is incredible. Do you have any idea how good this would look on my bedroom floor?” He winked at her, as she shook her head in disgust at him.
“Thanks for inviting me, Cordy. This place is appalling, but I suppose it’s nice that you work well with your siblings. I mean this has got Greed and Lust written all over it. How are the twins anyway?”
“Ava and Luxie are over by the bar, plying their trade of course. But don’t expect me to believe you came here without backup. I’m fairly sure I saw Chastity lurking by the dance floor. I do hope she manages to keep everything in tact here tonight, if you know what I mean. Some of my boys can smell a virgin at fifty paces.” He raised his eyebrows seductively at her. “It would be such a shame if someone were to seduce her. Although, wow, what a movie that would make!”
Indy was furious. “Don’t ever threaten my sister,” she fumed.
“You know Indy you’re beyond sexy when you’re mad,” he said moving closer to her until she could feel his breath on her face. “Maybe you and me should make our own little movie in the bathroom? What do you think?”
Indy’s mouth dropped open for a second. Then she slapped him hard across the cheek.
“So feisty,” he murmured stepping back and rubbing his face. “You’re a bad girl, India. I didn’t think that violence was allowed on your side of the fence?”
“You drive me insane Cordy and you do it on purpose. There’s only so far you can push me before I snap! Do you have any idea how much trouble you get me into with the boss?”
He licked his lips. “I can only imagine, and believe me I am going to think long and hard about it later.” He grinned wolfishly at her, his dark eyes dancing as his perfect pink lips curled up at the edges.
“Urgh you’re infuriating!” she snapped. She turned on her heel and stomped off to where Chastity was looking horrified as one of Cordy’s guys propositioned her.
Cordy grinned. He’d let her cool down a little then he’d go and get her. He watched her giving the guy at the bar an earful and felt his cock stir at the thought of her tirade. She was a fiery little thing — just what he needed to make things exciting again. He tore his gaze away from her and went to make sure the guys were keeping the website topped up. He had to schmooze several pretty blondes, making his excuses, on the way over. Everyone wanted a piece of him, but tonight he was all India’s. Well, that was the plan, and once Cordy decided he was going to have something, nothing got in his way.
Hugo was keeping things running like a true professional. Of course he didn’t feel like he was actually working for Cordy and why should he? He spent every evening hanging out in the best clubs, drinking the best champagne and fucking the most beautiful women in London. Cordy reckoned it wouldn’t be long before he could move on to another city and leave these boys in charge. Man, he loved his life.
A short while later, he scanned the room again and saw Indy standing at the edge of the dance floor by herself. This was his cue to strike, she looked confused and lost and in need of a familiar face.
Indy jumped as Cordy materialised beside her, although she felt oddly relieved when she realised it was him. The club was busy tonight and the crowd inside seemed even more ready to get drunk and cause more mayhem than usual. She felt so useless now that she was here. She’d thought that she could try and talk to some of the girls at least, but no-one was interested and she’d given up. She’d never felt so redundant in all of the centuries she’d been fixing the problems that Hell sent their way. Was she losing her touch? Was Hell actually winning after all these years?
Cordy slid his arm around her shoulders and without thinking India snuggled against him, his warm strength making her feel safe. “Sit with me,” he said, his lips so close to her ear that his breath sent a shiver down her spine. She knew he was only trying to make himself heard, but the nearness of his body was distracting. She wished he’d kiss her, but she shook herself out of her ridiculous daydream and followed him to the sofas. As they sank into the plush seating she realised his arm was still around her. She also realised she was tired of fighting her feelings for him. Tonight she was just going to talk to him, enjoy herself and maybe have a little drink. She could hear Serenity in her head admonishing her for her lax ways and she switched her off, blocking her thoughts with a technique the Virtues were not supposed to use. Indy was past caring, her earlier reprimand still smarting. She knew exactly what she was doing and she was sick of Serenity not trusting her judgement.
Cordy’s arm felt nice across her shoulders and he smelt gorgeous. She leaned into his neck and sniffed, her lips brushing the soft skin by his ear. She paused as a wave of emotion flowed over her and she let her hand slide up his thigh. His jeans were rough under her palm. Suddenly he pushed her back against the arm of the sofa, his beautiful body pinning her down. Indy sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. His face was so close to hers and she closed her eyes, waiting for his lips to meet hers as she pulled him closer to her.
“Wow, Indy,” Cordy murmured against her lips. “I mean I always knew we’d get together but I didn’t realise it would be so quick. I thought you’d put up much more of a fight than this, baby.”
“I’m tired of fighting, Cordy,” she murmured and reached up to him, her lips parted her moist pink tongue just visible between them. Cordy moaned and finally their lips met in a whirl of soft flesh and hard, insistent tongue. Indy’s arms wrapped around him, never wanting him to stop and Cordy ground his hips down as his cock slotted perfectly between her thighs.
He was just considering whether or not Indy would allow him to slide his fingers beneath her dress when a force slammed between, wrenching their mouths apart. Indy felt it like an empty ache that almost made her cry. She watched Cordy writhing in pain as Serenity gripped his mind, her invisible fingers squeezing inside his head. “Stop it,” she shouted unable to bear it, and then screamed as Serenity turned on her. She got up and ran from the club, desperate to get away from her boss and the raging emotions within her.
She zapped herself home not caring who saw her, leaving the aftermath to be cleaned up by her sisters. Back home, she curled up on her bed, sobbing as the hollow devastation hit her. She had ostracised herself from her sisters and now Cordy would never want to see her again either. Not to mention she was probably sacked. She’d never felt so alone. She’d nearly cried herself out, her eyes heavy and swollen, when her phone bleeped the arrival of a test message:
Wow, baby, that was intense! I need to see you again. Come over tomorrow evening, we need to talk...amongst other things ;)
Her heart leapt and the ache disappeared. She curled around her phone and let herself rel
ax, drifting off to sleep as her mind filled with images of Cordy half-naked, and how his lips had felt on hers. He wanted her as much as she wanted him and that was all that mattered.
Chapter Five
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Cordy set the camera up in his bedroom and aimed it at his large circular bed. He turned to the girls and winked. “Ok, ladies, however you want to play it. There’s toys, dress up, everything you need. I’ll be back in ten.”
The girls were giggling together, a couple of bottles of champagne already discarded around the room. Cordy went to get himself a drink, wishing it was Indy in there instead of Lucinda, and wondering what Indy’s first time with a woman would be like. Izzy was so voluptuously gorgeous — crazy red hair and creamy white skin — the complete opposite of Indy’s tiny frame and dark hair. He closed his eyes as his dick stirred in his pants at the thought. All that sweet, pure innocence... He thought about texting her but it would end badly if she knew what he was up to right now. He’d already had to move his website several times this week. So best to keep a low profile until later, even if it drove him crazy.
Heading back to the makeshift studio to see what Isabella and Lucinda were up to, he opened the door and smirked. This would be website gold. Izzy was in the latex nurse’s uniform, sorting through the array of vibrators and paddles. The outfit rode up tantalisingly over her thighs, exposing her little black panties as she bent over. Lucy was dressed as a kind of sexy doll, reclining in the middle of the bed, tweaking her nipples, her eyes never leaving the curve of Isabella’s ass as it strained against her underwear.
Cordy hit record then stood back to watch the action unfold. Isabella knelt on the bed next to Lucinda and stroked her forehead. “What seems to be the trouble?” she asked seductively.
“It’s down there,” Lucy said, dropping her eyes. “It aches so bad.”
