CHAPTER TWO — STEPHANIE
I dropped my dress the second I heard his voice, but it's too late.
He saw me. He saw us.
"How long have you been standing there?" I ask.
"Long enough," John says. "So, David, you're fucking your tenant now?"
"Fuck off, John," David says. "You're one to talk."
"I'm not sleeping with my tenant, am I?"
"You cheated on your ex-wife with your twenty-year-old secretary," David says.
"That was ages ago," John says.
"It was six months ago."
"Who cares? What I care about is what's going on here," John says, pointing between David and me.
John walks right up to us and stands in between us. I feel paralyzed. I don't know what to say. David looks at me, his eyes dipping again to my breasts. This time they linger. He's not hiding his desire. Then they move up to my lips.
"I didn't know you were such a slut, Stephanie," John says, smirking.
"Don't talk to her like that," David says.
"Or what?" John says.
"Don't fucking start with me," David says. "You know what I'll do."
John is quiet for a moment. I watch him physically shrink a bit. He takes one step back. I don't know their history, but there's clearly a lot of animosity. I can tell David has the upper hand, but it's close.
"This is highly unethical, David," John says after a few seconds. "You'd better hope I don't report this to the ethics board. Or HR."
"At work? They won't care," David responds.
"Oh, you know very well they will," John counters.
I have no idea if this is true. I mean, it is David's personal life.
But then again, maybe that kind of thing could reflect badly on the company.
I look at David. He looks slightly worried.
I can tell he's trying to hide it, but he has tells, like the way he scrunches his eyebrows. Which he's doing right now.
"Of course," John says, looking at me. "I could be persuaded to keep this to myself. For a price, of course."
It hits me. I see exactly what's happening.
I'm torn. On one hand, this is fucked up.
I know it is. He's trying to blackmail both of us.
But on the other hand, John is actually kind of hot.
I mean, yeah, I flirted with him because he's David's enemy, but also, I like older guys, and he is my type.
And there's something about the whole blackmail scenario that, obviously, I like.
I mean, I basically got myself into that same scenario with David.
"Go on," I say.
David looks at me.
"Stephanie, what are you doing?"
"I want to hear John's proposal," I say.
"That's ridiculous," David says.
"No, it's not," I say. "I'm a grown woman. I can do what I want. Go on, John. Tell me."
David looks like he's about to murder me. But I look down, and I notice his cock stiffening. He's turned on. It eggs me on.
"Tell me what your price is," I say, looking at John, puffing out my chest slightly.
John steps closer to me, and his hand lightly skims my waist.
"My price, sweetheart, is you," he says, a wicked smile spreading across his handsome face.
"Absolutely not," David says.
"It's not up to you," I say, narrowing my eyes at David. "I can do whatever I want."
"That's right," John says. "Empowerment. Or are you not a feminist, David?"
David scoffs.
"Fuck off, both of you. You two want to fuck each other? Go for it."
David starts to walk away. I don't know what's come over me. It's like I'm starring in my own romance drama. This entire thing is so fucked up, but when will I ever get a chance to enact a fantasy like this in real life? I grab David's hand.
"Don't go," I say.
"What?" he asks.
"You think this is wrong, right? Me fucking your enemy?"
I tilt my head down and look at him through my lashes, widening my eyes and doing my best puppy dog impression.
"Then show me how wrong it is. Teach me a lesson, daddy," I say, dropping my voice a few octaves, so it's a sultry whisper.
"Fuck," David growls.
The word slips out of his mouth instantly. His eyes widen. He regrets losing control. But it's too late. He said it, and I heard him.
"Follow me," John says.
He starts walking, and I follow. David pauses, like he's not sure what to do, and then follows.
We walk down a few houses, and John pulls out some keys.
I guess this is his house. As soon as the door is closed, John picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
He starts walking up the stairs, two at a time.
David follows. We enter a master bedroom.
John takes a few steps into the room and throws me on the bed.
He peels off his shirt and unbuckles his pants.
"Strip," he says coldly. "Both of you."
David scoffs.
"Hell no. If this is happening, I won't be taking orders from John. Either I'm in charge here, or I leave."
John looks at David.
"Well, I'm not going to be taking orders from you, either."
"How about I'm in charge?" I say.
The men look at me and they both laugh at the same time. It breaks the ice a bit, lightens the mood.
"Please, sweetheart," David says. "You're the least dominant woman I've ever come across in bed."
I blush.
"Okay, how about this? John, you go first, and then David, you can go. And that way, you can punish me for whatever I do with John. You don't have to take orders from each other, obviously."
I swallow. I can't believe the things I'm saying.
It's outrageous. I study David's expression.
On one hand, I can tell he also thinks this is outrageous.
But judging by the way he's clenching his jaw, and the bulge in his pants…
I know he's also insanely turned on. Probably to the point of no return.
He's probably angry and jealous, too. Whatever he'll want to do to me will be brutal, which is exactly what I want.
David nods. I look at John. He nods too.
"In that case," John says, "strip."
I take off my clothes.
"No underwear," he says. "Naughty girl."
I blush.
"Bend over the bed," he says. "Arms behind your back."
I do as he says. I feel him behind me. He takes both my hands and holds them at the small of my back with one of his. He sinks two fingers into my cunt.
"So wet already," he whispers into my ear. "You're a dirty little slut, you know that?"
He starts pumping, and I moan.
"Are you going to come like this, bent over the bed, getting fucked with my fingers? If you come, I'll have to punish you. You know that."
He slaps one of my ass cheeks, and I yelp. He goes back to finger-fucking me and then rubs my clit.
"Mm. Do you want me to punish you, little girl?" he whispers.
I murmur a little. He stops finger-fucking me, and I hear a zipper. I feel something between my cheeks and then at the entrance to my cunt.
"This is the price of my silence," he says, just as he thrusts into me.
I'm shocked as a jab of pain goes through me.
He's big. Like, really big.
I groan a bit. John laughs.
"How does that feel, getting stretched out by my thick cock? You're going to be so sore tomorrow," he says.
He says it gleefully, which pisses me off, but also turns me on.
"You're going to be walking around and suffering from all the fucking you got."
He grabs my hair and starts to thrust hard.
"I'm not going to make it easy on you," he says. "This is a deal, remember? Now, shut up and take my cock like a good little slut."
He releases my hair and slaps my ass cheek again and somehow starts to thrust even harder. He grabs my hair and pulls, making me arch my back.
"Take it all, slut," he says.
He thrusts even deeper, and I feel myself stretching as much as is humanly possible.
"Oh," he says. "And after this, I want us to go back out to the party, and I want you to walk around with my cum leaking down your leg like a good little slut. That's my final condition. Understood?"
"Yes," I murmur.
"Yes, sir," he says, slapping my ass to punctuate the word sir.
"Yes, sir," I say, my cheeks burning red with shame.
"Good job, slut," he says.
He thrusts once more and explodes into me.
He pulls out, and I feel his semen drip down my leg.
I slowly push myself off the bed. My legs feel wobbly.
I legitimately am going to be sore tomorrow.
I spin around, and just when I do, David is walking towards me.
There's a look in his eyes I've never seen: a mix of anger, desire, and something else.
"You just made a very bad decision, princess," he says, and my heart jumps.