Chapter Two
Rico
Seeing Sandra here in Club Red might as well have been a dream come true.
To say that I've wanted her since she started working for me is a massive understatement; I wanted her the moment I laid eyes on her. And I’m not used to not getting what I want.
She’s been working under me for over a year, well long enough to prove she’s the best damn personal assistant I’ve ever had.
Of course, most of them leave inside a week at the job, but not her.
Sandra has stuck it out through my stormy moments, my cold spells, and through every ruthless, savage step I’ve taken to ensure I come out on top.
I own Club Red. But my other business, Vital Tech, is my lifeblood. She’s my lifeline in that business with her finger on the pulse and an odd ability to disarm any client, put any investor at ease, and rope in grown men with a smile.
I don't give a damn that she works for me. I’m not worried about PR nightmares. Hell, I'm not even worried about losing my position. Money talks and I’m used to using every asset to my name to get what I want.
And I want Sandra.
But nothing has worked. Not yet.
Now I can feel her trembling in my arms, smell the damp heat and arousal of her, and know she’s hot and ready to be taken. And I'm going to dig in and not let go of her. Her perfume, something sweet and delicate, like vanilla bean ice cream, fills my senses and leaves me greedy for more.
“Watch them.” I say the words gently, but they're not a question, and her attention returns to the people around us, fucking, sweating, working hard, getting off.
I catch sight of Hunter - a fellow billionaire and someone I might consider a friend, if I had such things - on the couch, and he makes eye contact with Sandra. I feel her shiver as he grabs the back of the girl's head and shoves his cock so far down her throat she lets out a surprised sound.
Sandra’s pulse slams against her skin, and she seems rooted in place as she watches the woman service Hunter, her golden painted skin glowing under the red lights.
“Who is she?” She’s asking the wrong questions, but I’m not about to tell her as much. She should be asking who he is, because Hunter isn’t a man to be trifled with, and the look he’s giving Sandra means she’s not safe from his desires.
“I’m not sure.” I don’t know most of the women here, and the ones I do know either enjoy special treatment or are cut loose.
“Oh.” She sounds surprised, then shrugs off her thoughts as I run my fingertips up her throat to brush the hair away from her ear.
She shivers under my touch, her gaze never leaving Hunter’s.
She gasps as he explodes into the woman's mouth, his eyes narrowing on Sandra’s as I watch goosebumps rise up and down Sandra’s arms, up her chest and all the way to her neck.
“Go,” Hunter says to the woman before him.
His partner nods her head and stands, showing off her beautiful, naked curves as she walks off, thumbing the corner of her mouth as if cleaning up a spilled drop of cum.
Hunter stands, adjusting his pants and buckling his belt as he makes his way to Sandra, who seems to try to back up a step, as if she forgot I’m right behind her.
As Hunter approaches, he stands before her as I hold her from behind, leaving her sandwiched between us.
His gaze slides to me as he speaks past Sandra.
“Is this a new treat?” he asks, his dark voice sending another shiver through Sandra as his gaze returns to her to slide over every inch of her clothed body.
“No.” As I say the word, I glance down into Sandra's eyes, wanting the full force of my offer to rest on her shoulders. “Unless she'd like to be.”
I see her pulse thumping hard and fast at the base of her throat as her lower lip drops, and she gives her head a quick shake.
“Uh, no, that's not for me. Sorry. Thanks.” She seems confused and unable to voice her thoughts, but I'm not holding that against her. I can feel her bottom pressing tightly to the front of my pants and my body reacts to her proximity as I hold her upright, and I can’t blame her for not thinking clearly given the circumstances. This sweet virgin has never been trapped between two guys who’d use every hole in her body until she begged for mercy, and I can’t help but think the idea is both overwhelming and exciting to her, given the sudden speed of her breathing and her increased pulse.
“That's too bad.” Hunter sounds genuinely disappointed as his gaze moves all the way down her body and up again, meeting her eyes with a narrowed glance that seems to almost scare her.
Good girl.
She should be scared. Hunter is a lot like me; a self-made man, a lot of disposable income, a lot of skeletons in his closets, and secrets that will never see the light of day.
I feel Sandra inhale, feel her body react, smell the mixture of repulsion and excitement perfuming her beautifully pale skin. She’s a beautiful woman, though a bit on the young side for me.
At thirty-two, I generally know better than to go for twenty-four-year-olds.
But Sandra is different. She manages to break all the rules by adhering to every one of them.
I have zero doubt that she's a virgin. I know that she's never been in a truly serious relationship.
I'm certain she's saving herself for marriage.
And now I know that it's not due to a lack of a sexual appetite.
No, she's holding back because she's repressed the urges that she's had. And that makes me want her all the more. I want to show her what she’s been missing. I want to unlock the sexual being she’s locked away in a cage in her mind.
I know Hunter can feel that side of her too, and he seems as intent on breaking her free as I am.
“Maybe I could change your mind.” Hunter says the words, but they're not a question. He steps in closer, effectively pinning her body to mine. It wouldn't be the first time we've shared a woman, but this time somehow seems different.
Sandra shakes her head, clearly unable to speak.
She might not know it, but she's a lamb in a wolf's den.
I want her. Hunter wants her. Plenty of men here would take her without a second thought, given the opportunity.
Hell, given her untouched state, many of them would pay her exorbitant amounts of money to be in their beds for a few hours just so they could be the first to have her.
But I've kept that little detail to myself because no one else needs to know.
“Are you sure there's nothing I can do to change your mind?” Hunter keeps pushing and an odd, protective surge rises up in me.
I don't want Hunter to touch her.
“She said no, back off.” I gesture at the red lights of the room, reminding him where we are and what he's allowed to do... and what he’s not allowed to do. If he doesn't want to respect the rules of the place, he can leave, longtime friend or not.
In my club, no one gets a second warning.
Hunter lifts both hands in a gesture of surrender, eyeing me with a serious look in his narrowed eyes. “I hear you loud and clear, boss.”
I can’t help but think I’ve overplayed my hand. Now that he knows she’s important to me, he’s not going to back off until he knows why... or wins her over himself.
With that, he saunters off, and I turn to Sandra. “Let's go somewhere we can talk.” Of course, talk is the furthest thing from my mind, but I don't want to frighten my little rabbit now that she’s so close I can practically taste her.
She nods, and I lead her toward the doors. Gesturing at the red door, I speak in a low voice directly into her ear. “Red means follow the club rules.” With a wave at the blue door, I continue. “Blue means orgies - everyone is welcome.”
She glances up at me, startled, but I guide her through the red door, then into a side door with limited access, and down a hall.
“What does purple mean?” She asks the question with a shiver, and I realize she didn't mean to ask it as she bites down on her lower lip.
I'm still walking behind her with a hand on her elbow, holding her tight as we move down the corridor, but I can see her face over her shoulder. “Never mind,” she says quickly. “I don’t actually want to know.”
But I know she's lying. She wants to know.
With the access key card in my pocket, I unlock a private room door, one of the ones without a viewing window. Here, we’re safe from intrusion. No one can come in this room without the right key card.
She walks into the room, looking up, her mouth slightly open.
Despite the room's purpose, it's been elegantly designed.
An oversized, ultra-modern black platform bed rests in the middle and well-anchored silks hang from the ceiling to offer extra support for the more advanced, acrobatic partners.
Recessed LED light strips fill the entire space with light and chase away all shadows.
She reaches out a hand to touch the silks, threading them through her fingers as she glances at me.
“This is beautiful.”
“Some women like to hang during sex, some like to be bound or tied up, and others like something to brace on and use to lean into certain activities.”
As I say the words, she jerks her hand back, as if shocked by my explanation.
I take a few steps closer to her, the door locking behind me. I want her, and we're all alone in this private space designed for the kind of activities I have in mind...
If I can have her, I'm not going to pass up the chance.