“Lock it,” he commanded me.
I did as he had told me.
An amused twinkle lit in his eyes and the faint beginning of an evil grin pulled the corner of his mouth. He sat back in the chair and lifted his hand, palm up. His fingers curled to beckon me nearer. I took a step.
“Come closer,” his voice was smooth and dark as molasses. “Let me get a look at our assets here.”
I lifted my chin. “I may be Liam and Declan’s asset, Mr. Irons. I’m not yours.”
His grin spread in a way that I felt below the pit of my stomach. “Their assets are my assets, Ms. Cullen.”
I stood in front of him and he took his time to look me over some more. His piercing inspection made me uncomfortable, and that seemed to give him pleasure. He made me hot and he made me want him, but he didn’t do much to make himself an easy man to like.
“What did you make of the judge?” he asked me, while he looked from my thighs up to my breasts.
My voice was unsteady. “He’s a lecherous old bastard, I was able to see that. Other than that, I didn’t get very much of an impression.”
“How do you feel about lecherous bastards?” His eyes snapped into mine.
“What are you hoping I’ll say, Mr. Irons?”
He stood. Uncomfortably close, he was disconcertingly tall. The air seemed to hang with the powerful scent of him. Sweet, but dark. Deep and musky. It wasn’t all cologne, I was sure of that much.
“I’m hoping, Ms. Cullen, that you’ll show me that you’re ready to do what’s necessary. That you’re ready to entice His Honor and do whatever else it takes for us to accomplish our mission.”
“Our mission, Mr. Irons? Is that what this is about?” He stood so close, I felt the heat of his body, tasted the sweetness of his breath. Through the front of my cream shirt, I felt the pulse of his erection, long and hard behind his suit pants.
“I want to see your determination. Your resolve.”
“I never heard it called either of those things, Mr. Irons.” His breath was getting deeper. “What is it you want to see again?”
He picked up a long silk scarf. Gray. Like the one I’d been wearing when he came to the hotel suite. A dull thud sank my breath away.
My voice was thin, thinner than I wanted, and scratchy. “How is this supposed to work, Mr. Irons?”
“I want to see that you’re up to the task. That you’ve got what it takes.”
“Do you want me to show you how we might deal with the judge? How we might complete the mission? Is that the idea?”
I took a step back. He grabbed my wrist. Holding me firm, his eyes flashed into mine. “Thinking of going somewhere?”
His hand was huge and his grip was strong. My wrist felt like it would snap before I’d be able to tug it free of his grasp. My lips pushed together as I looked in his eyes and my chin tilted higher. The scent of my own heat came on in a rush. The shudder in my thighs was all the worse for the weakening in my knees.
It was true that I had wanted this. Since the first time I set eyes on Irons I wanted to be alone with him. Now that I had what I wanted, it scared me. Maybe because of what we were planning to do, but from close up, where I could feel his breath, the look in his eye sent a shock through me.
Involuntarily, my eyes twitched and narrowed in the corners, pleading. I tried to stop it but I couldn’t. My body wanted him. My hot, shameless pussy was aching and practically reaching for him. But I wanted to resist.
Liam and Declan meant so much to me and, even though they wanted me to try and exploit this very situation, I was afraid I would be carried away and swallowed up by the hurricane of feelings that Irons set off in me. At the same time, I didn’t want Irons to see the struggle it caused me. I needed so badly to stay in control, even as I felt it slipping away.
“I don’t expect you’ve any experience of this sort of thing, so just do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand?”
Did I understand, Do what I tell you? I was ready for some mansplaining, but that made me want to kick him right in the balls. He wound the scarf around his throat. A strong, attractive throat, there was no getting away from it. And with a thrilling pulse that I saw on his jugular.
“When I give you the nod, I’ll nod my head, firmly, like this,” he nodded his head, very firmly. In case I hadn’t seen that done before, presumably, “Then you’ll pull as tight as you can on the scarf, on both ends. Do you understand?”
Biting my lip, I nodded.
“You’ll count to twenty in elephants.”
“What?”
“Like this, ‘one elephant, two elephants,’ up to twenty.”
“Oh, like ‘one Mississippi, two Mississippi,’ like we did as schoolkids.”
“Yes. But with elephants.”
“Saying, ‘elephant,’ instead of Mississippi.”
“Yes.”
“Why can’t I say, ‘Mississippi’?”
The look in his eye hardened and his voice flattened. “Just say ‘elephant,’ okay? Can you do that?”
“I expect so.”
“Good.” He sat back in the chair and beckoned me closer, waving his fingers like he’d done before. “Lift your skirt. Slowly. Just a little.” I did. “Stop. That’s enough.” His head cocked to one side and he breathed deeply.
“Kneel down.” He sat back in the chair and spread his powerful thighs wide. “Between my knees.” I hesitated. “Come on, come on.” I wasn’t sure that I liked how this was all developing.
Reluctantly, I did as he had told me. “Pull your shirt collar down over your shoulders. No! Keep the jacket on. YES! Just pull it.” His face reddened. “Make the buttons pop.” I did what he asked. I pulled the shirt and jacket over my arms. The fabric ripped and the top couple of buttons flew off.
“YES!” his voice was scratchy, “Let the straps of your bra hang. Lift your skirt a little more.” He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants as I did. His neck and his face reddened and his eyes widened. “Yes. You look so filthy.”
He hauled out his cock. It stood, huge and fat in front of my face. The scent made me swoon. The sight of the size of it made me weaken. His hand squeezed it, right at the base and it became angrier and redder. I could see the veins pulse.
He leaned farther back into the chair. “Lick your lips.”
I frowned, but I opened my mouth and I did as he said. “More. Go on.” His voice thickened. So did his cock. “Put out your tongue.” I did. He breathed hard and groaned as he squeezed his swelling cock. My mouth watered and I wanted to take the fat length of him along my tongue. Even then, I thought of Liam and Declan. Declan especially.
I watched hungrily as Irons stroked his cock, barely moving and hardly touching it, and his eyes as they widened and roamed over my bare shoulders and the heaving tops of my breasts. And my thighs.
His voice cracked, “Okay, now. Grab the scarf and pull.”
I was happy to oblige. As I leaned forward, my disheveled shirt and jacket slipped and almost bound my arms to my sides. My breasts heaved, squeezed tight in the lacy bra. But I reached the ends of the scarf. His eyes popped at the sight of my breasts, almost bursting free from the bra.
As I tugged on the ends of the silk scarf, his eyes bulged more. His face puffed and glowed red. His mouth rounded and popped open. His tongue poked out and he nodded hard.
I held the scarf tight. His body twitched and convulsed. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to count the elephants out loud or silently. Maybe hearing the count would be helpful and reassuring to him. That settled it for me. I decided I was doing enough ridiculous things for now and a silent count would be just fine.
His body shuddered and his cock lengthened. I couldn’t believe the size of it. It pulsed and pumped like it was pushing donuts from the base to the tip and I just about managed to avoid the spray of the sticky fountain of cum that gushed and spurted.
So much cum cascaded out of him, I sat back with my mouth open in wonder. My grip on the scarf was cutting in
to my fingers. His spray had been so sudden and spectacular, I completely forgot how many Mississippis I had counted.
I thought I would give him another ten, to be on the safe side. The temptation was strong not to let go at all. That would certainly have wrecked the mission, though. Irons lay still as I let go of my grip on the scarf and shrugged my clothes back into some order.
He still hadn’t moved after a few moments. I shook him. Nothing happened. I shook him again and he coughed a little, then went back to stillness.
I banged on his chest and said, “Come on, wake up.”
Then he jolted, coughed, wheezed and he began to move. As he blinked awake, the grin across his face was really something. Seeing it, I almost forgave him everything.
I was startled by a bang on the door. Irons loosened his collar as he sat back up and he said, “I asked Judge Malfease along. I thought that he might like to join us. Let him in, will you?”
Chapter 10
“And what did the old bastard do?” Liam held the phone close to his ear, craning from the noise in the low lit bar. He sniffed the Cuba Libre. “The judge came to the room, right after Irons’ special moment there?” He turned and hunched farther into the corner booth. The bar was busy, but it was a quiet, discreet joint. Leather and mahogany. Well-dressed clientele with sleek manners.
“Can you believe it?” Courtenay sounded breathless. “He wouldn’t let me straighten my clothes, I had to let the judge in right away. Irons hardly got his cock packed away before Malfease came in.”
“You’re kidding. How big was his cock?” Liam felt the man at the next table, trying hard to look like he wasn’t listening in.
She said, “Is that what all boys want to know, all the time?”
“More or less. So?”
“So what?” Her giggle was like music.
“So are you going to tell me?”
“Oh. Liam, you sure you want to know?”
He took a breath. “That big? Really?”
“Pretty fucking big, I’m telling you.”
Liam took a pull on his Cuba Libre. “But you didn’t make any skin to skin contact with the beast?”
“The beast being Irons’ cock?”
“Exactly.”
“You’re more interested in Irons’ cock than you are in anything else.”
“I am not.”
“Admit it.”
His eyelids lowered as he pressed his voice closer to her ear. “Did you see the judge’s cock?”
“Liam!”
“What?”
“Okay, look, before we get too far off track, I didn’t get much out of Irons.”
“It sounds like you got a whole fizzy fucking bottle rocket out of him.”
“You’re just having fun now.” She laughed.
“Like that’s a bad thing?”
“No. But you’re supposed to be the business-like one.”
“Okay.” He said, “Must try harder. So did you learn anything at all?”
“I learned that he’s a control freak.”
“Oh, wait while I get a pen.” More people at nearby tables were making a show of not listening in.
“I know, right? But I mean really. He’s really a bit nuts. Maybe kind of OCD or something. Whatever it is, you know? He told me to count, ‘One elephant, two elephants,’ right? So when I said, ‘Like one Mississippi, two Mississippi,’ he went, ‘Yes. But elephants.’ And he really got stressed about it.”
“And did you count out loud?”
“No. In my head.”
“Hm. Did he say anything about it?”
“Well, at the time he was kind of drooly. And right afterwards, the judge showed up, so he didn’t have much of a chance.”
“So. Which was it?”
“What?”
“Elephants or Mississippi?”
“Sometimes I think you know me too well, Liam. It can be scary, you know?”
“And what about the judge? What happened when he got there?”
“Don’t you want to know about how I handled Irons going all slack-faced and blue and still? Don’t you want to know how all of that felt?”
“Of course. You know that’s pretty much all I care about.”
“Thanks, Liam.”
“That and any information you might have been able to glean that could possibly be of some practical use to us.”
“You can really be a bastard sometimes, Liam.”
“Aw.” He took a sip. “Say it again.”
She paused. Sounded like she could have been pouting a little. “And I did learn something else about Irons. Well, kind of something. It might not be anything, really.”
Liam held the phone close and said, “Did you make a connection with the judge?”
“He was pretty interested in making a connection with me.”
He smiled, “Well, that’s good.”
“I could see him wanting to know what had been going on— I mean, it must have been obvious that something had been going on. But I didn’t tell him. And Irons didn’t either. Not before I left, at least.”
“Did you stay for long?”
“No. There didn’t seem a whole lot of point. The judge was pretty obviously interested in me, and that was mission accomplished, as far as I could see.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled. “Good girl. Well done.”
“So I made it look like I might have been doing some legitimate thing with Irons and I got out of there as fast as I could.”
“How did you make it look like legit business?”
“I picked up a file on the way out, and I said to Irons that I’d have it back for him in the morning.”
“Clever girl.”
“Do I get a raise?”
“You’ve got a raise on me right now.”
“Liam!”
“Truly. That was fucking genius.”
“You haven‘t heard the best of it.”
“There’s something else I want to hear first.”
“Liam!”
His grin spread wider. “See, you know what it is already.”
“Oh, Liam. I wish you were here.”
“Well, a part of me is always thinking about you.”
“Oh, Liam.”
He pressed the phone closer to hear everything. His eyes narrowed and burned bright. “You see? A part of me is always thinking of my little Smallville Slut.”
“Is it thinking about me now?”
“It’s thinking hard enough to make a hole in a wall.”
“Liam.”
It was true. If he stood up quickly now, the table would have flipped. Quietly he asked her, “Are you wearing headphones?”
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