Milked (Sweet & Twisted #1)

1. Finn

Chapter 1

Finn

The beat of the music from the DJ vibrated through my entire body, snaking straight to my soul, trying to tug and pull me to dance. The crowd on the massive dance floor was packed with men and women of all ages, moving, grinding, and gyrating to the rhythm in a sexual orgy, and I wanted to be in the middle of it. I loved dancing, letting my body feel and move with no thought. I also loved sex, and dancing brought out my sexual energy.

Hovering above the dance floor were gorgeous men and women, half-naked and hanging from the rafters on large swings, swaying or dancing on top of them. Only the best dancers were hired. The rest of the crowd at the nightclub looked down from two levels of balconies, orbiting the dancefloor so onlookers could admire the crowd below.

The place was gleaming, full of flashing neon lights and the finest decor in chrome-and-velvet seating.

Father’s Legends Night Club and Bar was always packed with the elite, wealthy, and those lucky enough to afford to get in.

Being in Washington, DC, politicians, lobbyists, lawyers, and anyone looking to get a foothold in business or politics came here to drink, discuss business, and find someone to fuck. There were also ambassadors negotiating with leaders from foreign nations, getting drunk on the finest liquor.

Legends wasn’t just a bar; it was the center between good and evil. Businesses, and even our country, could be helped or hindered based on what happened here. It made Father a wealthy man.

Not only was this a place to dance and drink, but in the lower levels, you could rent one of several private rooms to do anything your heart desired, as long as it was legal. Father was very strict about that and hired a team of men, from security to lawyers, who could handle whatever was thrown at them.

Father had a reputation for being exceptionally discreet, and all employees were required to sign NDAs, along with obtaining a thorough background check.

My line of sight wavered and drew away from the writhing, drunk, and sweaty bodies dancing to the man working behind the bar. He was a small-town good ol’ boy, but he looked like fucking sin in the most delicious way.

He was smiling politely as a group of five women ordered drinks. They flirted with him, leaning over so their heaving tits, falling out of their skimpy tops or dresses, spilled onto the bar, while flipping their hair, all to get his attention. But he was more interested in what was in the pants of their boyfriends. Who the hell knew? Maybe he liked both. He gently flirted with both for extra tips, but he never hit on anyone, being a complete professional. Being flirtatious was highly encouraged at Legends, and the staff did so with no touching allowed by the patrons.

Ryder Jennings was the newest member to work at the club. Father hired him to be a bartender, and what a bartender he was. He came to Washington, DC, trained to be a mixologist, and we brought him on board at my insistence when he applied, though it wasn’t his skills I was interested in. If I asked for it, Father would give it to me without batting an eye.

Ryder wasn’t much older than me. He was twenty-six, making me three years younger. His dark brown hair was straight and cropped in the back and sides, but long bangs fell sexily in his face as if he were shy. My fingers tingled with the need to comb through them to expose his tall forehead. His jaw was chiseled, and his cheekbones were high, giving him an almost gaunt appearance, but he was anything but with those full, plump red lips I wanted to taste… and suckle on.

I sat, tucked in a corner at the private table I used every time I came here, and sucked my Lollyphile lollipop in bourbon flavor as I watched sexy Ryder, mixing Cosmos for the ladies with a broad smile and straight white teeth. Sometimes, he’d do tricks, spinning bottles in the air and catching them, making all the women giggle and clap as the men stood around, pretending not to be impressed but unable to take their eyes off him.

I curled my tongue around the round head of the candy, imagining it was the head of his cock. The candy was my favorite. It was the only time I allowed myself the guilty pleasure of sugar, that, and a periodic drink. As a model, I had to stay perfect in every way, so my diet was strict.

My tongue rolled around the ball of sweetness again, seeing that smile of Ryder’s turn crooked, pretending to flirt with a woman he had no interest in. One of them slid a card his way, hoping he’d call her, but he wouldn’t. He grabbed it off the bar, and when she wasn’t looking, he nonchalantly tossed it into the garbage. I grinned at that.

Fuck, and those forearms, flexing with delicious veins and muscles, looked absolutely stunning as he mixed drinks. I wanted to lick them. His pale, smooth skin was free of tattoos, as far as I could tell. I could get drunk on his body.

Ryder Jennings would be perfect, and I wanted him.

“You’re staring at him again,” Father said in my ear from behind before he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. His intoxicating scent of amberwood mixed with whiskey was seductive and masculine as hell. He knew how much I loved that cologne on him.

I sucked the lollipop into my mouth and stared up into his cream-less coffee eyes that could see into my soul.

“You know it makes me jealous when you look at other men, especially him ,” he said.

I took the candy out of my mouth, smirked, and winked. “Shhh, Father. Don’t let the people here know you’re in love with your stepson and how much you love to fuck him. They’ll get the wrong idea.”

Father let go of my hair, took the lollipop from my hand, and put it in his mouth, sucking on it. My body shuddered, feeling like he was sucking on me instead. Fuck, he just knew all my hot buttons. Sometimes, I wondered if he could read my mind. We were that connected.

“We’re in a naughty mood tonight,” he said, pulling the candy out and hovering it over my lips. I opened my mouth, and he gently slid it back in as my lips closed around it.

He sat across from me in casualness and grace, relaxed yet refined, even if he wore dark wash jeans and a white T-shirt with a sports coat over it. His salt and pepper hair was cut close to the scalp, and his short beard was perfectly trimmed.

Knox Porter, owner of Legends Night Club, was my stepfather in public and my Daddy in the bedroom, but he loved it when I called him ‘ Father ’ the rest of the time.

His tall body was lean but tight with muscle, needing to be strong to handle my bratty self when he fucked me. He was gorgeous and perfect.

I pried my eyes off him and went back to the delectable bartender. “I want Ryder.”

“Are you sure, Precious?”

I nodded. “He would be perfect. Wouldn’t you like to record me being fucked by him? To watch him eat my hole. You could lick it together. And when he finished with me, then you could finish inside him.” My cock stirred awake at the thought. “We talked about doing this before, and now we have the perfect man. I’m certain of it. I bet he’d let you do delectable things to him, too.” I leaned forward and slid my hand across his thigh, teasing, almost reaching his cock, but I held back. “He would cry out your name… ‘ Knox… Yes, Knox… fuck me harder. ’”

My stepfather grinned and chuckled, shaking his head as he looked over his shoulder at the stunning man mixing drinks like the pro he was. Father may or may not have hired Ryder had I not insisted, but it paid off… for him, anyway. Now, I wanted it to pay off for me… for us. Father wanted a third, too.

“I can’t see him going for it, Precious. Ryder is a corn-fed farm boy from Nebraska. He hasn’t been in Washington long enough to be corrupted like us.”

God, the idea of bringing that country boy into our world sent a wave of delicious chills through my body. “But he is in the city now. This is his home. He’s just begging for a change. Why else would he come to a city like this? And we can give it to him. You know I can convince him.”

Father frowned and looked back at Ryder again. “I don’t know… he’s an employee, Finn. He could sue me if things go south. Hell, he could sue for sexual harassment.”

“So? We keep treating him like an employee. Pay him for this. No doubt he could use the extra money. He makes great tips, but this city is far from cheap. Maybe he’d like to send money home to his corn-fed family.”

I put my hands together in a begging motion and pouted my bottom lip, knowing I’d get my way, regardless. “Please, Father. I know I can convince him, just like I convinced you to love me.”

That wasn’t quite true. We equally fell into each other, but I did bring out the sexual side of him.

His smile turned crooked. “That you did. I’m the one who’s supposed to be in charge here, but I think it’s always been you who’s ruled everything.”

“Yes!”

Father leaned forward to make me look at him. I stared into his fathomless eyes as they sparkled with neon colors. “I would do anything for you. If you want to play with Ryder, I’ll agree to it, but you do most of the work, and I’ll close the deal.”

“Thank you, Father. You’re the best. I swear you won’t regret this.”

He waved a hand, and a server came to our table. “What can I get you, sir?” she asked.

“A Pappy Reserve .”

When she looked at me, I said, “Same.”

She sauntered off to grab our orders, and Father smiled at me. “Celebrating, are we?” he asked, since I rarely drank.

“Yep. I’m going to have a smashing twenty-third birthday party next weekend, and Ryder is going to be my guest of honor and my birthday present.”

Father tilted his head back toward where his office was located. “I think I deserve a reward for this. To make up for my oncoming jealousy.”

My grin turned crooked. “No need to be jealous. You’re going to be an equal partner in this.” Then I turned serious. “We don’t have to go forward if you don’t want to. I just thought—”

“I want this, too. We’ll test it out and see how it goes.”

The server soon returned with our atrociously expensive bourbon and set our glasses on the table before sauntering off again.

“Shall we? You can ask him after you’ve taken care of my needs. All these visions of another man fucking you are leaving me mutually frustrated and turned on.”

I left my unfinished lollipop on a napkin and grabbed my drink as we headed back to his office.

When Father locked the door behind him, he walked over to his desk and rested his ass against it.

His office was modern and streamlined, with a large window facing out at the glittering city of DC. You could see the Washington Monument standing in the distance, looking entirely too phallic.

I set my crystal tumbler down on the desk next to him and eased to my knees, never taking my eyes off his. Father didn’t need to tell me what to do, but sometimes I chose to be naughty, so he’d punish me. His punishments came with the best rewards.

But right now, he just wanted me to suck his cock. We didn’t have time for much else.

I unbuckled his leather belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid the zipper down slowly. My fingers curled around the band of his jeans and tugged them down over his large, swelling cock and down his thighs, low enough to get access to my favorite part of him.

He was growing hard already, and I loved how even just my nearness got him turned on.

Father watched me, his hands resting on the edge of the desk, saying nothing as I pulled down his black boxer briefs and left them bunched near his jeans.

The hair around his groin was trimmed and neat, sprinkled with some grays. It was his cock that I loved the most. He was long and thick, the skin slightly darker than the rest of him, and the head was swollen and flushed. Beautiful veins threaded along his shaft that I loved licking.

But my absolute favorite part was his Prince Albert piercing with a captive bead ring. It wasn’t huge, 3mm, but it was enough to add to your pleasure. I had one, too. I got mine first, then convinced Father to get one because I knew he’d love it, and I loved it inside me.

I poked my tongue out and wrapped it around the head and his piercing and then swiped over his slit to gather a bead of precum, which was sweet. Father made sure his cum was always sweet for me.

His breathing had picked up, but other than that, he was a man under full control of himself.

While I held his heavy cock in the flat part of my palm, I dipped my fingers into the expensive bourbon and dripped the liquor along his length. The smell of the alcohol, mixed with cologne and arousal, made my own dick pulse harder.

I dragged my tongue over the shaft, lapping up the smooth bourbon with notes of chocolate and spiced vanilla that had a sweet aftertaste.

When I reached over to dip my fingers again, Father grabbed hold of my hair. “Stop teasing. You have two minutes to make me come before I have to head back onto the floor.”

I feigned a pout before holding the base of his cock, opened my mouth, and pushed my head forward to take him all the way to the back of my throat, gently wiggling my head to get him all the way down there. My lips stretched around the root, and my eyes watered. He wasn’t easy to swallow down.

He went so deep it was difficult to breathe, so I popped off, gasping for air and drooling.

“You take me so deep, Precious.”

“I want my Daddy to feel good.”

“Daddy does. You have one minute.”

I wasn’t worried about the time. I’ve made him come in less before.

With the perfect amount of pressure of my lips around his shaft, I quickly bobbed my head, using my tongue on all his sensitive pressure points as one hand roved toward his ass between his thighs to ease the tip of my finger inside him, while my other hand tugged hard on his nuts.

The head hit the back of my throat, and it would hurt later, along with my jaw, but I relished in the pain, knowing I’d pleased Father.

“Your mouth is a fucking dream, Precious. Absolutely perfect.”

His voice was raspy, deep, and slightly out of breath.

The swelling of his cock and the growing heat let me know he was about to come.

I pushed my finger inside him deeper and tugged his balls harder. My mouth moved faster, and I sucked on him, hollowing out my cheeks.

The first spurt of sweet cum hit my tongue, then another and another. I pulled my hand back and stroked his cock, squeezing the last bit out of him, milking the last drops because I loved his flavor. I loved it even more than my lollipops.

I quickly pulled up his underwear and jeans, zipped him up, and buckled the belt.

When I stood, I looked down at his shined leather shoes, clasping my hands behind my back, awaiting Father’s approval or disapproval.

“A few seconds to spare. I knew you could do it,” he said with affection.

He pressed long fingers under my chin and lifted my head. “Such beautifully swollen lips. You’re absolute perfection, Precious.”

“Are you pleased, Daddy?”

“More than pleased.”

“Can I… cum?”

“No. Not until tonight. Remember, I have cameras everywhere. I’ll know if you make yourself come.”

There weren’t any in the restrooms, but I acquiesced because it would please him. “Yes, Father.”

He stood closer and cupped my cock and balls. “I’ll please you. Don’t worry.”

He leaned down and softly pressed his lips to mine before running his tongue along the seam of my mouth. “Open.”

When I let him in, his tongue explored my mouth, tasting himself.

Father pulled away, grabbed his drink, and took a sip before walking off.

“Now go seduce your Ryder.”