Indiscreet (The Agency Dark Affairs Duet Book 1)

by Amélie S. Duncan

  Dane and Elliott smiled at each other. Dane came over to sit by me and handed me a piece of paper from his pocket. “Here is the number for my personal lawyer. He has all the information I’ve agreed to concerning the return of your business.”

  I took the paper and studied it before putting it in the pocket of my robe. What he’d told him and the actual action plan wasn’t there, but it did ease some of my tension. “Thank you.”

  He touched my hand, and our sensual connection flared. “You want to have sex with Elliott—”

  “I don’t,” I stammered. “I’m just confused.”

  “Is it confusion or fear?” he asked. Slipping his hand around my robe, he grasped the lower part of my leg, making me shiver. Heat sparked in my core. “What we share right now is outside of what is happening around us. It’s just you and me and Elliott enjoying each other. I want the truth. What do you really want?”

  I shifted, and Dane’s hand remained firm, possessive in his grip. My thoughts spun with how dangerous this was with the two men. It was tantalizing, rousing a desire I couldn’t deny. “I want you both.”

  Dane didn’t hesitate to act. He opened my robe and moved it back over my arms until I was naked then pulled me onto his lap, crushing his suit beneath me. He positioned my legs to the sides of his knees, exposing me to Elliott, who had come closer to the front of my body. His face darkened with desire.

  Dane cupped between my thighs, his fingers sliding on the sides of my clit.

  “I’m giving your pussy to Elliott.” He stroked my already slick folds and spread me wider. “You want that, Gia.”

  I breathed hard between my parted lips in a low moan. “Yes, I do,” I whispered.

  Dane’s command made me hotter. Our eyes staring down between my thighs at Dane as he teased my clit was going to make me combust.

  Elliott dropped to his knees between our gapped thighs and devoured me. His tongue dragged up my slit and pushed inside me. He swirled his tongue and slipped in two fingers to stroke pleasure points. I was soaring.

  My breath came out in pants. I writhed against his mouth. The ecstasy was astronomical.

  I could feel Dane as hard as stone beneath me. He sucked on my neck, his hands kneading my breasts. “Don’t come,” he demanded in a deep tone. He couldn’t be serious.

  Elliott moaned into me. He licked and sucked on my clit while I writhed, my body tightening. The climax was inevitable and got closer with every skilled lash of his hot tongue. I quivered.

  Elliott fucked me with his fingers, and in one quick motion, Dane slipped his finger down to my clit and pinched. The pain and pleasure hit me hard. I cried out as I came apart. My body shuddered as the sensual spasms tore through me. It was pure bliss. No guilt or shame came to mind. I went for what I wanted. It was sexually invigorating. I was ready for more.

  “Mmmm that was sexy, but I told you not to come,” Dane said in a low tone. “You came without permission.”

  “I couldn’t help it,” I replied as I panted.

  Elliott removed his hand and stood. “I don’t remember you giving Gia permission to speak.”

  Dane gathered my hair and pulled my head backward so I was forced to crane my neck to look up at him. “What kind of punishment do you think she deserves, Elliott?”

  “I would say we should punish her mouth for speaking out of turn. As for coming without permission, I think she deserves a good spanking,” Elliott answered. His pale blue eyes regarded me coolly while a hint of a smile touched his lips.

  Dane knew I had limits and a safe word should things go too far. The very air between us was electrified and I was charged, so keen to go wherever the two men would lead me.

  Dane groaned, placed an arm around me, and pressed the hardness of his erection into the crack of my buttocks. I moaned.

  Elliott took off his jeans and threw them to the side. He was nude underneath, and my current position left me staring at his erect cock. He was glorious. He grabbed my head and pulled me closer then slid his shaft in slowly between my lips, gliding back and forth until he hit the back of my throat, with inches still outside my mouth. He stayed still, letting me adjust to his size. I inhaled through my nose and swallowed.

  Elliott let out a groan. “Fuck, she’s good. Go ahead, Dane.”

  Dane slapped my pussy with his palm and I detonated on contact. I whimpered, and my throat rippled against Elliott’s cock, making him groan. He hit my pussy in the same spot again and I moaned, the vibrations from my throat making Elliott’s dick pulse in my mouth.

  “Breathe,” Dane instructed.

  Elliott eased his dick out and I sucked in air. Then, he slowly began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

  Dane’s palm came down again and heat lanced through me. His sensuous swats were making me unbelievably wet.

  Elliott thrust in farther and farther, causing me to gag on his cock’s large head. With every other thrust, Dane’s palm hit my pussy, releasing pain and pleasure.

  It surprised me how much I liked it and how the pressure was building once again. The men could sense it.

  “Remember, you may not come without our permission,” Dane warned me. “Especially when you’re being punished.”

  I moaned around Elliott’s cock. I was so wet I could feel it coming out of me.

  Elliott thrust in again, making me gag, and Dane’s palm came down hard on my pussy and clit. I cried out as another burst of pleasure exploded from the contact.

  Elliott began thrusting in earnest, picking up speed. With every other thrust, Dane landed a blow, spreading the pleasure in my pussy. All the muscles in my body were clenched with anticipation, and there was unbearable heat in my crotch. Dane stroked my folds and moaned. “She’s so wet. I want to suck her sweet pussy.”

  My inner muscles clenched, tightening with want. My clit was on fire from Dane’s slaps. I was going to come.

  Elliott kept feeding me his cock. I sucked hard on his thick shaft.

  “That’s right, suck me, Gia.” He gripped my head, thrust his cock deep, and yelled out as he came down my throat.

  I struggled to swallow as Dane spanked my pussy even harder.

  “Come, now, Gia,” Dane whispered in my ear as he strummed on my clit.

  My body exploded. I came, convulsing, breathing hard, my chest heaving.

  I was dazed when Dane moved me off his lap and onto the couch. He freed his cock from his pants and pressed the head against my entrance. My pussy was swollen from coming and even tighter than usual. I moaned at the pleasure and twinge of pain that came when he pushed slightly into me, stretching me unbearably. He pushed farther, stretching me wider, until he buried himself to the hilt inside me. Reaching down between us, he made a circle around my clit with one finger, teasing but not touching it directly.

  It was maddening, intense, and I gave in to him as the pressure built once more.

  Dane pulled out slowly, and my pussy tightened in his absence before he buried himself again in one fierce thrust that made me gasp. Then he began a steady rhythm with powerful thrusts that rocked me forward. He picked up his pace, stretching me and hitting a sweet spot deep inside me.

  “Oh fuck, Gia.” Dane thrust hard and fast, impaling me fully on his cock each time till he finally came, his hot seed erupting inside me.

  He touched my clit, rubbing and squeezing until I orgasmed once again.

  It was ecstasy, and I was spent.

  Elliott pushed my damp hair back from my forehead. “We went easy on you today.”

  I was too tired to do anything but grin back. I was in bliss.

  Dane chuckled then picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. After quickly removing the rest of his clothing, he moved me on my side and pressed kisses along my back then gathered me close in his arms. “How do you feel?”

  I smiled. “I feel incredible, and a little tired.”

  He kissed my cheek. “I’d like nothing more than to hold you all night.”

  I looked around for
Elliott. He hadn’t come in to join us.

  “Elliott is careful of attachments,” Dane said quietly. “But I know he thoroughly enjoyed what we shared today.”

  I buried the seed of disappointment before it took root and snuggled back into Dane. “I enjoyed being with the two of you. That went better than I imagined it would.”

  “For me too,” Dane said, and then he kissed me.

  Things did get better, though we didn’t have sex again over the next couple of days. The cruise functioned more like a vacation, at least in the suite. I was rarely left without Dane or Elliott with me. In the mornings, Elliot would give me some lessons and a lot of laughs. During the evenings, Dane would have dinner, watch a movie, or hold me silently as we stared out at the ocean. Both would leave to handle whatever was happening on the boat. So far, they hadn’t returned with news on Angel. Dane didn’t talk about her. Most of the time, he’d ask me about my life, thoughts, and dreams. One evening we were out on the covered deck, staring out at the calm black water after sunset. He had me pondering, of all things, what I’d done on my last break.

  “Worked mostly,” I admitted. “Running a business is full time, especially starting out.”

  “Yes, but it’s useless if you don’t take a break and rejuvenate.”

  “It’s not always easy to take that time off,” I said. “We have a pool to donate time to those that need it. I usually end up giving most of mine away.”

  “That’s kind of you, but I don’t agree with it,” Dane said as he kissed my cheek. “Everyone needs a break. At my company, each person must use their holiday time. We’ve made it so that a part of our work incentives is to give away a dream vacation each quarter. People come back with a fresh set of ideas. It has been worth it. Imagine what you can gain from some time away, plus it gives your staff room to grow and learn to function more independently, before you burn out.”

  I sighed. “I hear what you’re saying. It’s more that I don’t know what to do with myself…I haven’t spent much time alone. I lived with my parents, roommates, and then Patrick. I guess I don’t know what else to do other than work.”

  “That’s understandable,” he said. “I’m on the opposite end of that spectrum. I went to boarding school and I had my own place during college. I was always fine on my own, until I wasn’t.”

  “Until Angel?” I asked softly.

  “She was a part of it,” he said. “I hadn’t realized just how much she filled my life until she was gone. She always had something going on and was always pushing for me to get involved. She was always putting on a show. I tried to give her the space where she could be herself, or so she used to say.”

  “I’d have to agree, from the little time I’ve known you,” I said. “You make everything seem easy. I guess that’s why I’m not freaking out right now.”

  A knock sounded at the door, and Dane tensed behind me.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked.

  “No,” he said, and we both heard Elliott answer. “If there’s a problem, Elliott will come back and tell us.”

  A few minutes later, Elliott came out on the deck, holding up a card. “We’ve been summoned to tonight’s festivities.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  * * *

  “Must we go?” I murmured, but I knew the answer.

  Dane caressed down my back and rested his hand above the curve at my bottom. “We do. It’s part of being on this cruise. It’s a chance to network, to show off the women and men they agreed to keep for whatever time needed. If they consider trading, it’s a time to sample. All the members here agreed to it, or so I’m told, but…how do I put this?” He rubbed the space between his brows.

  “It’s also a chance for Dane to see if Angel is here,” Elliott added quietly.

  I swallowed and nodded, not trusting my voice to speak. I had forgotten his search for his partner. I also was having a hard time with the ‘sample’ part of the evening. “I don’t want anyone else touching me.”

  “I know,” Dane said softly. “And that will be my intention.”

  Intention—not a guarantee.

  “Dane, you have to be real with her too,” Elliott said, turning to me. “He can’t stand out. Here you’re a willing slave that will do anything that’s asked of you without question, including letting another man see and touch you.”

  “With my consent—” Dane argued.

  “And you’ll stick out if you don’t,” Elliott cut him off. “You need to prepare yourself. If Angel is there, Dane will have to find a way to get her back.”

  I blinked. “Would that include bargaining me?” I tensed under his hand then rolled off the bed, moved over to the bathroom, and closed the door. I wanted to be alone. Remember, you are alone, my negative inner voice chimed in.

  I didn’t even get a minute of privacy. Dane opened the door and walked in, leaving it ajar. He came directly to me and stood close. His hands clasped the sides of my face, and I cast my gaze downward. “Gia, I don’t know what to tell you.”

  “It’s nothing,” I said then cleared my throat. “We all had a great time.”

  “It felt like more than a good time.” He turned on the water in the walk-in shower.

  We went in and he picked up a sponge from one of the built-in shelves then took over bathing me. He was tender in his touch as he caressed each part of my body like it was a precious jewel. It was calming, but much too intimate. He could see his Angel tonight. He could be using me to get Angel back.

  I stiffened. “You’re preparing me to trade.” I gave voice to my fear, but then didn’t want to wait to hear whatever words he’d have to let me know how ridiculous I sounded. We weren’t anything to each other. It was all sex. I went to leave the shower, but he took my hands and backed me against the tiled wall, trapping me. His hands quickly took my wrists and secured them in his grasp.

  “You need to listen.” His eyes seared as they met mine. The emotion and turmoil on his face was unconcealed, and his voice softened. “I will never trade you, even if Angel is in the room. Angel’s been gone for almost three years. I want to help her, but not at the cost of you. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  A hot ache grew in my throat. “I’m scared.”

  I hated admitting my vulnerability, but there was something about the way he handled me that opened me up. There were moments when we were together that I believed we could have a beginning.

  “I know you are, but you’re going to have to trust us,” he said. “Give me a chance to prove that I mean what I say to you.” He pressed his body into mine. “Dammit. I came in here to talk, but I need to fuck you again.”

  I inhaled sharply at the contact. His closeness was so male, so bracing, and my flesh was still tender from Elliott sucking and Dane’s hard thrusts, but I craved more. I needed our connection again. I prickled at his touch, already reawakened with need to feel him inside me again.

  Dane let go of my wrists then took his cock in hand and rubbed it against my cleft.

  “You need my cock inside you,” Dane said in a low rumble.

  I slid my hands into his thick hair and wrapped my legs around his waist. “Yes, please. Oh Dane.”

  Dane ground his cock in and pressed me into the wall. “Your pussy’s gripping me so tight.” He withdrew and then thrust back in. I panted as I struggled to take in air. He felt so good, and I never wanted it to end. “Come with me,” he said firmly.

  I let go as he moved inside me, hard and fast, crying out as I came. His breathing was ragged as he fucked me hard. He pulled out as he came, covering my mound with his cum. When I came down, I went to rinse it off, but he stopped me.

  “Leave it,” he said. “I should rub it all over you to mark you as mine.”

  What he wanted to do was lewd and possessive, but if it made it clear that I was with him and he didn’t want to share, I would leave it and let him do more to me.

  Wow. What has gotten into me? It shocked me that I could find such pleasure in such uncertai
nty. My mind raced. Dane stayed at my side, touching and caressing me, and the more he did it, the less I reacted like it wasn’t natural. I liked it. I liked him.

  We finished up and returned to the bedroom. Dane retreated to the walk-in closet.

  Elliott’s eyes flicked over my body and his jaw tightened.

  I lifted my chin. “What now?”

  He motioned toward the bed. “All the members get specific clothes to put on, and Dane made an outfit selection for you while he was out. It came while you both were in the shower.”

  There was a black leather corset top with sheer bottoms and a thong with thigh-highs. Lying next to the outfit was a leather mask that appeared more severe than the other one. It had slits for the eyes, nose, and mouth. The back of it had a string to tie and a lock next to it.

  My eyes widened. “I can’t wear that mask.”

  “This mask covers your whole face and hides your identity,” Elliott said roughly. “Some of the men are from Seattle. It’s so you won’t be recognized.”

  I scrunched up my face but started putting on the ensemble anyway. “How long do we have to stay?”

  “I’m not sure,” Elliott answered. “When we leave this room, you’ll be expected to kneel next to Dane or sit down on his lap. You do not make eye contact or speak to anyone. I don’t even want them to hear your voice. Whatever Dane asks you to do, you do without hesitation, understood?”

  I hunched my shoulders. I didn’t want to, but I understood I had no choice. “Yes.”

  He bent down and helped me with the thigh-highs, smoothing his hand over my leg. “You need to stay calm. Whatever you see, don’t react. Remember, we don’t know everything going on yet. We believe everyone here wants to be.”

  “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’ve got some moves,” I joked, but my voice caught, betraying me.

  “You do.” He kissed my forehead. “You blew my mind.”

  My face warmed. “Stop teasing me. Seriously, I just need to know what is expected, and if all goes to hell, I’ll kick ass.”