It hits me as we walk out of The Silo I'm getting what I wanted first and foremost... to have carnal knowledge of Trista. But I'm also getting more.
This is the beginning of my revenge on her brother.
I have a small flicker of conscience that makes me feel like shit for a moment. Will she get hurt in the process?
Not physically by me, of course. In fact, for the next few weeks, I'm going to make damned fucking sure she receives ultimate pleasure by my hands... tongue... dick... whatever.
Whatever happens between us, I have to remember Trista Barnes will not be my problem. How her brother reacts to what I'm going to do to his sister is also not going to be my problem, but rather my pleasure. I'll just have to reassure myself that Trista has enough backbone to withstand the humiliation she may have when facing her brother. In fact, I know she can handle it. I've watched her enough the last three days to know she's got fucking steel running up her spine.
That makes me feel marginally better about using her for my own vengeful gain, so I'll keep repeating that to myself.
Once inside my office, I release my hold on her. I shrug out of my suit jacket and throw it on my desk chair before pulling at my tie to loosen it just a bit. "Would you like another drink?"
Trista shakes her head. "I'm good."
I know virtually nothing about this woman, including whether she has a good tolerance for alcohol, but I'm glad she didn't accept. I certainly don't want her coming back to me tomorrow claiming she was drunk and didn't know what she was doing. As it stands now, she seems fairly sober and in control of herself, although her eyes are shimmering somewhat. Could be a slight buzz or could be desire, I'm not sure. I only know it makes her eyes practically glow like a bubbling glass of champagne held up to the light.
Trista lets her gaze wander around my office, and I use the opportunity to just look at her. She is truly a stunning woman, and she doesn't seem to have a clue about it. Maybe that's exactly what makes her stunning.
When her attention falls to my desk, she leans over and grabs a framed photo. After studying it briefly, she turns it to me and asks, "How long were you in the military?"
My eyes flick to the photo, but they rest there no more than a second as I know it well. It was taken a long time ago when I was deployed to Afghanistan and was nothing more than my unit at the time posing for a group picture. It was given to me shortly after we returned to the States by my men. It doesn't hold any special significance to me other than the fact I enjoyed my time in the military, and it was an honor for me to serve.
"That was taken about twelve years ago," I tell her as she sets the photo back down. "I was in the Marine Corps for four years."
"You mentioned the other day when you introduced me to your friend Kynan that he helps run The Jameson group. What is that?"
I'm not into small chitchat, and I let her know it. "Well, aren't you full of all kinds of questions? Wasn't our discussion about anal sex exciting enough for you?"
Trista's cheeks turn pink even as she glares at me. "Excuse me for trying to get to know you."
In three long steps, I'm standing in front of her. One hand goes to the back of her head where I easily fist that glorious, thick hair. The other goes to her ass to pull her in close to me.
Trista doesn't make a sound as her body presses to mine, but that's rectified when I slide her skirt up and inch my fingers under the thin silk of her panties covering her ass. I spread my fingers and palm her butt cheek before giving it a rough squeeze.
She rewards me with a moan and a fluttering of her eyes before she opens them wide with expectation and a tiny hint of fear.
"This isn't a date, Trista," I tell her in a gruff voice. "It's sex. Hot, no-holds-barred, scream-until-your-throat-is-raw sex. If you're looking for anything other than that, you need to walk right out of this office and find someone else to scratch that itch."
Before she can answer me, however, I stack the deck in my favor by pushing my fingers down the crease of her ass until they can skim the back edge of her pussy. As expected, I find it slick. The knowledge she's wet and I've hardly done anything but make dirty promises has my dick turning as hard as stone. With the hand that's on her ass and teasing between her legs, I pull her into my groin so she can feel I'm as turned on as she is.
Trista's eyes glaze over with lust and her chest is practically heaving, so I think I know the answer to my question. "Are you leaving or are you staying?"
Her answer is immediate if not breathless. "Staying."
"Good choice," I praise her before pulling my hand out of her panties.
Trista makes a sound of regret and longing, but I ignore it.
"Ground rules," I say as I take a step back to break the intimacy because this is business. My dick actually hurts, but rules come first. "We've already covered the fact that this is just sex and nothing more."
Trista nods and murmurs, "Understood."
"This gets you no special consideration or privileges over the other employees," I continue.
Heat sparks in her eyes as she snaps at me, "I would never expect that."
I don't bother responding to her ire. "And this has absolutely nothing to do with the favor I'm doing for you or your work for me. This is just you and me wanting one another."
"Agreed," she says with a smirk I want to kiss off her face. Or fuck her mouth to get rid of it.
I finish by saying, "And there will be no jealousy. This is a sex club. I fuck who I want and when I want."
Trista studies me for a moment, and I think that may have been a deal breaker. I know women like Trista. She wants to explore her adventurous side but when it boils down to it, most women get proprietary. Unless she fully immerses herself in the swinging lifestyle, she'll never accept sharing.
"Agreed," she says firmly. The confidence in her voice says she's not giving me lip service. She's really going into this just looking to get her rocks off.
I expect to feel relief over her easy acceptance of my conditions, but something about the fact she doesn't have any qualms with me fucking other women puts me a bit on edge. It's just not normal, and I feel jittery about really knowing what her feelings are on the matter. That makes me even more uneasy because I never worry about women's emotional well-being. I'll give them unbelievable physical pleasure, but I never waste my time wondering how they feel inside.
And yet, I am now, and fuck... totally freaked about that.
But... the best way to take the edge off anything is to fuck it out of my system.
I grab Trista by the hand and start pulling her toward the office door. She immediately digs in her heels and yanks back against me.
Turning to face her, I impatiently ask, "What's the problem?"
"Well... I just sort of figured we'd maybe start in here. You know... just having some privacy..."
I laugh at her naivete as I shake my head at her absurdity. "I'm sure there will come a time when I'll fuck you in my office more for convenience sake than anything else, but it's more important that we pop your cherry tonight."
Trista jerks her hand away from me and takes a wary step back. "You said I wasn't ready for anal sex."
Chuckling, I snag her hand back in mine and pull it up for a soft kiss over her knuckles--a move that's totally out of character for me, but I want to reassure her. "You are utterly fucking adorable. And you're right... you are not ready for anal sex. I'm talking about popping your exhibitionism cherry."
Trista's perfectly arched eyebrows pull inward with confusion. "Excuse me?"
I jerk my head toward my office door. "You're going to go into one of the rooms, and then we're going to fuck in front of other people."
Trista sucks in air through her nose and her eyes swim with turbulence. "I can't--"
"You can and you will," I tell her as I start to pull her toward the door. "It's what you came here for."
I expect her to argue with me, but she holds her silence. At least in her mind, she seems to admit that truth to her
self. Part of the allure of this club is having people watch you, and it's exactly why she's following docilely behind me.
"Do you do this with your employees often?" she asks me.
"Not often." I don't elaborate further because it's none of her business.
I lead Trista to The Orgy Room because I know it's her favorite. My three days of stalking her over the security feeds has given me good information, and besides... it's the easiest place for her to lose her inhibitions because of all the naked people lying around have sex in every way imaginable.
The room is busy, approximately three quarters full. Most of the people in here are actively engaged in some form of sexual activity, and the sounds of moans and grunts almost drowns out the seductive music playing in the background. My gaze sweeps the room, noting several available pieces of furniture, and I head straight for one that has the most people surrounding it. I want as many eyes on Trista as possible as I know her embarrassment will heighten her pleasure, and just the thought of this being her first time fucking in front of people makes my cock go even harder.
I stop beside a chaise lounge that's wide enough to easily accommodate a couple. It sits low to the ground and has a slanted, rolled back on one end that is good for bending a woman over or to lounge her back against while she rides cock.
I turn on Trista, giving her one last chance to have some control over her immediate fate. "Do you want this?"
She swallows hard and I wouldn't be surprised if she were to bolt out of here like a scared rabbit. Instead, she just nods her head and I'm practically slayed by the look of trust in her eyes.
Some of that trust is deserved. She's not going to regret what I'm getting ready to do to her. She's going to feel fucking fantastic when I'm done. But what happens after this is all over will never be in her best interest because she will first and foremost be my pawn to get back at her brother. I want her more than I've wanted a woman in a long damned time, but I can't lose sight of my original intention, which is revenge. My need for that trumps any attack of conscience that makes me question my plans.
"Take off your top," I murmur.
Her gaze upon me never wavers, her hesitation lasting no longer than a second before she reaches to the hem and pulls the top over her head. She's not wearing a bra, but I already knew that and my eyes immediately drop to her breasts.
They're fucking fantastic. Round, plump with light pink nipples that are already contracted tightly. I cannot wait to play with them. My gaze slides back up to find Trista staring at me intently.
I give her a knowing smile. Taking a moment to swivel my head left, then right, I take in our audience. The regulars in here know me, and a lot of people like to watch me fuck. Several pairs of eyes are watching.
I give my attention back to Trista, who is still staring at me almost as if her life depends on it. It's obvious it's because she is afraid to look around and acknowledge the fact that she is now a spectacle for other people's viewing pleasure.
I reach out and take her gently by the jaw, using pressure to turn her face away from me.
"Look around you, love," I lean into her to whisper. "You have a ton of people who can't wait to see what I'm going to do to you."
I almost groan as Trista's entire body shudders just from the raw promise. I bet if she wasn't wearing panties, she be dripping right now.
Releasing her jaw, I slowly take my tie off and throw it onto the chaise. My dress shirt and the white t-shirt underneath follow, dropping carelessly to the floor. I finally get a reaction from Trista as her eyes roam over my chest and torso, and I must say, I like her looking at me.
"Take your panties off," I tell her as I remove my belt. That falls on the chaise as well. I'm not sure if I'll use it or the tie.
Trista's hands go to the zipper at the back of her skirt, but I give a hard shake of my head. "Leave the skirt on."
I pop the button and release the zipper on my pants as Trista reaches under her skirt and shimmies out of her underwear. They land on the floor next to my clothing.
I make no further move to disrobe but instead hold my hand out to Trista. Without hesitation, she places her palm against mine and I wrap my fingers around hers. With a gentle tug, I pull her closer to the chaise lounge and order, "Straddle it."
She follows my command beautifully, lifting a gorgeous leg over until she's standing over the furniture with her legs spread. Her eyes are slightly glazed, and she's fallen into a sexual haze where you let your instincts and needs guide you. She's pliable right now, and I'm impressed. She seems to have given in completely to the experience.
"Pull your skirt up. Let me see what you have under there."
Her hands tremble as she does my bidding, baring her pussy to me and that gorgeous ass to the people standing behind the chaise watching.
I raise my head to meet Trista's eyes again, and I'm surprised to see they are swimming with uncertainty now and I almost feel sorry for her.
Almost.
I won't bother to alleviate her fears right now because it's the discomfort of this situation, she'll soon found out, that makes this so arousing. I'm going to push her hard because of that.
"Touch yourself," I tell her with a nod down toward her pelvis.
She lets out a quavering breath, her eyes fluttering closed. But when she opens them, they are filled with determination and that right there turns me on. She's a trooper. To my complete delight, ramping up my horniness by about a million degrees, she slides her hand over her pubic bone and through the trimmed hairs of her pussy before dipping one finger inside of herself. She drags it out slowly, right over her clit, which causes her to let out a small moan. My cock presses painfully against my zipper, but I ignore it. Instead, I take Trista by the shoulders and push her down to sit on the chaise lounge. This leaves her legs spread wide, which is a good start but I want more.
I bring one knee down to the cushion and run my hands along her bare thighs.
"Keep your skirt pulled up so I can see you," I tell her softly, my eyes pinned to her glistening cunt.
"Jerico," Trista says in a quavering voice, and my eyes snap up to hers.
Her bottom lip trembles, but no words come out. She's torn between seeking the ultimate pleasure or giving into her fears.
"You're beautiful," I tell her softly. I look up at the couples standing around and watching us before smiling at Trista. "Everyone here thinks you're beautiful. I need you to let go of your fears and trust in this."
Trista's pink tongue slides out. She gives a nervous swipe over that full bottom lip before giving me a hesitant smile. "Okay... let's do this. I'm good."
A wave of lust washes through me so forcefully I almost groan out loud. I reach out and caress her face in complete juxtaposition to the way I want to jump on her and fuck her hard. "Good thing... Because I'm not stopping again."
CHAPTER 10
Trista
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
This is it.
My life is getting ready to change. Not in a catastrophic way, but in a way where I'm going to learn something that will make me look at the world differently from here on out.
I'm ready.
Words can't even describe the man kneeling between my legs. He's been seducing me all night with his words, promises, and gruff commands. Hell, even the fact he's not treating me delicately and is throwing me into the deep end of the pool is a complete turn on because it shows his confidence in me to take what he dishes out.
But damn.
Jerico Jameson, half naked and kneeling between my legs, has got to be without a doubt the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. I can't seem to stop looking at his chest, which is muscled and tanned, and leads down to a rolling six-pack of lickable abs. His chest is lightly sprinkled with hair while his stomach is smooth. There's a trail as black as midnight just below his navel disappearing down into his pants, and I want to skim my fingers through it. His button has been undone and his zipper pulled halfway down, but all I
can see is the black elastic waistband of his underwear and the outline of his erection beneath his dress pants. I want him to remove all his clothes so he will feel as vulnerable as I do, but then I merely laugh to myself because that man would never feel vulnerable in this situation.
Jerico's hands slide along the tops of my thighs with his thumbs skimming the inside. Well before he gets to the juncture of my legs, he slides them back down and then turns his wrists so he's gripping the back of my legs.
"Lean back," he orders and without a thought, I comply. My back comes to rest against the cushion of the chaise lounge.
I cry out in surprise when Jerico pulls me by my legs so I slide down until I'm flat on my back. He gives me a wicked grin, and I'm completely confused when he says, "Can I get a little help here?"
"What do you mean--" I start to say, but then I gasp as two sets of strange hands clasp onto my ankles.
My head frantically turns left, then right, and I see two men standing there holding my legs for Jerico. One of them is older, maybe in his early fifties, but he looks fit and quite handsome. I'm not sure if it relieves me or makes me uncomfortable, but he's fully dressed. The other man holding my ankle mortifies me. He's also completely dressed, but I immediately recognize him as Jerico's friend, Kynan, who he introduced me to the other day.
It hits me all at once that Jerico may intend to share me tonight, and I'm completely horrified with myself that my sex convulses at the thought as a brief image of me sandwiched between Jerico and Kynan flits through my brain.
What in the ever-loving hell?
I'm not that type of girl.
You are.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts, but there's nothing I can do about the pounding of my heart or the racing of the blood through my veins. I am so primed for something... anything... I can feel my pulse thumping within my clit.
"Spread her wide," Jerico orders the men, and I groan as my legs are raised and pulled apart further. Jerico stares hungrily at my pussy, but my eyes slide over his shoulder to see a few people have come to stand behind him who are also staring where he is.