Chapter 20
New emotions storm through me.
Not that I’m a dick, I’ve just never felt this much esteem for a woman: this much attraction and awe at the same time.
I’d rip someone’s throat out if they hurt my daughter, and now I’ve found a woman who’s the same, a woman who’s my true match. I felt it the moment we met, and now Scarlett’s proven it.
After Gia went to bed last night, I needed to hold Scarlett, unwilling to let her go. She didn’t even know she had a small bruise welling on her cheekbone. She got it, tackling Brooke, slamming her against the hood of a car. I watched the video, shocked by how it hit my heart and hardened my cock, too.
My need for Scarlett feels dangerous.
I didn’t get my dark Saturday night with her. I didn’t get my tender night with her either. After holding her for so long, she left, and I understand why.
We’re both fighting what we want so much, but I’m not fighting this…
In front of her colleague, Jameson, the one trying to cockblock Scarlett from staying, I demand, “Ms. Jones, meet Mr. Rollins and me in my office. We need to come to a new agreement over terms.”
Charlie, her boss, ended our call minutes ago. Wade, Scarlett’s mentor, just left, but Jameson loiters, eyeing Zar and me like he doesn’t trust us with Scarlett.
And he shouldn’t.
Scarlett chews her petal lip. She knows my tone. It’s the same one I use when I have her bound by the neck.
“I’ll join you.” But Jameson’s got balls. I size him up. He’d put up a helluva fight. He insists, “I’ll always backup Ms. Jones.”
But he’s no match for my power. For the dark sea raging inside me. My smirk is evil. My directive clear. “You will leave. I have Ms. Jones’s back. Now and forever. Every part of her works for me. Not. You.”
I glance to my left, and Zar smirks at him.
Fuck, how I want Jameson to watch what I’m about to do with Scarlett, how Zar will serve my demands, too.
“I’m not your fucking whipping boy.” But Jameson’s on to us. “And she’s not your bitch. Take your pain out on someone else.”
His nostrils flare, but I see right through him. “Oh, but secretly, you’d love my pain. You’d love to submit to me, wouldn’t you?” My glare can tell. “You’d come so hard while I break you.”
“I sure do.” Zar’s proud. “No one Doms your ass like Luca Mercier. He sure makes Ms. Jones enjoy it many times, too.” And no one shames Zar. No one taunts like him, either, not in that deep drawl. “Care to come with us, Mr. Grant? Your hard cock won’t stop thanking his whip all night long.”
“Gentlemen,” Scarlett huffs, annoyed, “drop your damn swords. Yes, they’re all big and shiny and sharp, and you want to stab shit all night long. We get it. So quit fighting over it.” She turns to Jameson, touching his arm. She’ll pay for that. “I got this,” she tells him. “It’s my job, remember?”
Jameson leans down, too damn close to her, whispering something in her ear, and my molars threaten to crack, red rage veiling my eyes.
“Now!” I roar, and Jameson leers my way.
“Hurt her,” he snarls, “and you’ll pay.”
“Touch her,” I vow, “and you’ll die.”
He leaves with a shake of his head, and Zar chuckles low. “Fuck, I get so damn hard when you’re jealous, even if it ain’t over me.”
Oh yeah?I aim my fury at him. “Where were you last night?”
The corners of Zar’s lips lift, his eyes taunting with thrill at my possessiveness. “Whip my ass, my Owner, and find out.”
Oh, these two.They’re past due for their punishment and need a nasty dose.
“In my office,” I demand. “Now!”
“We have a meeting with South Beach in fifteen minutes.” Zar reminds me of our weekly video check-ins with my properties. It’s routine, but today sure as fuck isn’t.
“I’m well aware,” I seethe, my steps eating the ground between my board room, down the hall, and toward my office with Scarlett and Zar on my heels.
“Yay.” I hear Zar over my shoulder, teasing Scarlett, “We’re in trouble.”
He revels in my fury, and I can’t fight the grin he gives me and the semi rousing in my pants.
Once we’re in my office, I lock the door.
“Pull up our meeting,” I command Zar. He knows how to open the laptop on my desk and start the video call.
“Ms. Jones,” I turn to find her eyes coquettish, aiming my way, “you’re joining us on the call.”
“But I’m not on your executive staff.”
“Yesterday, you earned a promotion.” I stalk her way, my fingertips grabbing the pearl button on her ivory silk blouse and rip it free. Her gasp is soft while I tear open all the ones not tucked into her black skirt before I sweep the silky fabric aside, loving how this hardens my cock.
Yanking the ivory lace of her bra cup down, I let my fingertip graze her hard nipple before I leave her breast exposed. I tease the other one the same way, making her lungs pant at my touch, so I circle her nipple. “What did your former fuckboy whisper to you?”
Control is all I know with Scarlett, but not at the idea of another dick inside her.
No one lives inside her but me.
She pauses before challenging me, “Why do you care?”
Suddenly, I fist her strands, tugging while I lick my lips at how I make her naked breasts heave against my chest. “I fucking care about what I own. I take care of it. I control it. I won’t abandon it, so tell me what he fucking said to MY whore.”
I know how to crawl into her soul. She does the same to mine, confessing, “He said I deserved more, someone better.”
The sudden crash of guilt through my chest breaks something inside me. It’s everything I’ve known and feared. “Is that what you need, Belle? Someone better?”
“No.”
“You want him waiting on you?”
“No.”
This pain is all too familiar. I won’t survive it again.“Do I give you enough? Are you mine, Scarlett?”
“Yes, Luca. I’m yours.” Her sapphire eyes fight back. “I’m waiting for you. Only you.”
I press my forehead to hers. I’ll never break my vow, but I need to break something. I need her so much.
“Show me, Master.” And she understands me. Scarlett pounds through my veins, demanding, “Give me what I deserve.”
I pull back, adoring her. She needs to prove it to me as much as I need to feel it with her. Dragging my thumb over her supple bottom lip, I vow, “You deserve to be on your knees for me. You deserve to be my whore for this meeting and forever.”
I tug her hand and lead the way.
Zar has taken his usual seat behind my desk. I don’t miss his intense stare witnessing our exchange. He deserves more, too, but I’ll give him what I can.
My desk is large enough for three people to sit behind it. The camera on my laptop captures the view from our waists up while we recline in our executive chairs.
It’s the usual for our weekly property meetings, but I have a new toy under my desk. I usher Scarlett around and point at it. Her eyes get wide, and Zar’s eyes dim with lust because he spots it, too. Then I show her the remote for it, the one on my desk, before I slide it into my pants pocket.
“You’ll do your job, Ms. Jones. Clasp your hands behind your back.” She obeys as I reach inside my jacket pocket, pulling out one of the black silk monogrammed handkerchiefs I always carry. Her eyes question, not sure, so I ask, “What is your job, my whore?”
She grins. She can’t be broken. “To serve you, Master.” I cock a brow. “And…” she huffs, her nipples hardening even more, and I get a wicked idea, “to come when you make me come, Master. To be your dirty pleasure slut.”
“Oh, Ms. Jones.” I’m so full of love and rage. I pull open the top left drawer of my desk, plucking out two large, golden paperclips. “You deserve a big promotion today.”
Lifting my handkerchief to her panting lips, she submits, letting me gently stuff it into her mouth. “Can you breathe?” I make sure, and she nods. “That’s for your screams, Ms. Jones. Don’t let my staff hear what a sweet little whore you are for me. Do you understand?”
She nods again.
I lift the thick paperclip to her pearled nipple, and she watches. I glance over, and Zar’s watching, too. He hasn’t pressed the button to start our video meeting. He knows better.
Carefully, I pry open the paperclip and slowly let it close, pinching tight over Scarlett’s excited nipple. It makes me lick my lips, my cock soaring in my pants, while her muffled scream fills my heart with joy.
Her lungs start huffing. So, before I pinch her other nipple in this lewd display, I ask, “Did your little fuckboy ever make you feel this good?”
She shakes her head no.
“Did he wet your pussy like I do? Did he make your cum drip down your thighs like I do?”
Again, she shakes her head no.
I hover the other gold clip over her nipple. “Do you like how I use you, my belle? Do you deserve to be my dirty office slut?”
“Umm,” she moans with my silk in her mouth, her eyes and chin demanding yes, so I pinch the other one, and she shudders, her flesh blooming before my eyes.
“Lift your skirt for your Master.” Because I can’t. After touching her nipples, I’m fighting the urge to fuck her so hard. For hours. Letting everyone hear how I make her scream. The paper clips pinching her nipples are driving me mad.
She obeys, wedging her tight skirt to where it’s bunched around her waist. “Good girl,” I praise. “Now rub your naughty pussy. I know it’s wet for me, so soak your panties with your cum.” Her fingers follow my command, grinding over her lace-covered clit before I tell her to stop. “Now, take them off and hand them to me.”
Quickly, they fall to the floor, and she bends over, stepping out of them, still wearing her heels, before she places her soaked ivory panties in my outstretched palm.
“Now, kneel over your saddle,” I command. “Wedge it into your tight little pussy but not all the way. You can’t fuck it until I yank your collar.”
The lust in Scarlett’s eyes is intoxicating. Lowering to her knees, perching over her new saddle between my chair and Zar’s, she doesn’t take her eyes off of me. She’s been trained.
Before I let Zar begin our meeting with Scarlett covertly kneeling between us, hidden by my desk, I taunt him, “Does the sight of my beautiful whore please my stud?”
“Yes, my Owner.” His eyes comb over Scarlett with her breasts exposed and jutting out, paper clips blanching her nipples, while her naked, pink pussy hovers over a beige dildo, soaring from a black saddle with her nude legs spread open. It makes him taunt, “Oh, fuck, yes. I like your gorgeous slut.”
“Show me,” I demand, so Zar drags his zipper down. “Take it out. Show me how much you want to fuck what’s mine.”
Zar obeys, wresting his curving length out, freeing it from his black boxers. It soars hard and hungry from his navy suit pants, and I lick my lips while Scarlett moans.
I want to know where he was last night. I want to know who he was with if anyone.
Most of me needs Zar to be happy. My heart wants him to be free. But my cock wants to claim him; I never truly have, and it gets so hard at the sight of his arousal. It warms my heart, too. Deep down, Zar’s always been mine.
So I drop my zipper, too. Lifting my heavy shaft, I free it for their gaze. The way they stare with starving hunger at my hard cock makes it drip, so I make it worse. I loop Scarlett’s panties over my cock, letting them drape around my swollen base.
“Umm,” Scarlett moans at her creamy lace wrapped around what she’s desperate for.
So, I stroke it for her, scolding, “Shh, my horny, little slut,” before I direct Zar, “Begin our meeting.”
He clicks the mouse, and on the screen appears a conference table surrounded by my South Beach staff: the General Manager, the Head of HR, the Director of Operations, of Housekeeping, too, and the Front Desk Chief.
“Good morning, Mr. Mercier. Mr. Rollins,” Javier, my G.M., greets us, and the meeting proceeds as usual, with each department checking in.
I wait minutes, tapping my gold pen over my notepad while Zar struggles to take notes on his. His exposed cock, hidden by my desk, is so hard it’s distracting him.
We need more punishment.
With my right hand, I reach down and tug my jeweled collar on Scarlett’s neck. Slowly sinking down the shaft of the dildo, she starts her ride. I glance at her with a grin, and she knows. She obeys. She keeps her eyes on me while I click the remote hidden in my pocket.
The gentle hum of the saddle may be audible to my staff, and I don’t care. I can chalk it up to the A/C kicking on.
But it’s Scarlett who kicks in. She loves it—my sweet, beautiful whore. She makes it harder for me, bracing her hands on the front of the saddle, she presses her arms together, and it juts her tits up even higher, pinched with paperclips, and I can’t fight the urge. I reach down and tug on one.
“Ummm.” Her muffled moan gets me off.
For minutes, I make her ride her dildo while I don’t let go of her paperclip. It pulls her pinched nipple taut, making sweat start to sheen across her chest.
When the front desk chief reports a glitch with our reservation system, I ask, “Mr. Rollins, would you care to add something?”
Zar knows. He leans forward, suggesting a system update through our IT department in Paris while his left hand reaches down, tugging at Scarlett’s other nipple.
Her thighs start shaking. Her chin drops. She’s fighting her orgasm until I give my command, and she’s earned it. My sweet whore has earned everything I can give.
So I let go of her paperclip and yank her collar, almost choking her as she bucks on her saddle, rewarding her pussy with its first orgasm.
While Zar distracts my staff with a droning conversation about seafood and beverage costs, I glimpse Scarlett gazing at me with desperate lust and deep gratitude.
These meetings take thirty minutes to an hour, and I make sure she keeps coming the entire time. I let go of her collar and click the remote in my pocket again, and her eyes jolt with the hum of the saddle whirling into a higher pitch. I can tell she’s fighting another orgasm, so I smirk, shaking my head no while I stare at my laptop’s screen.
“I’m sorry,” Javier interjects. “Mr. Mercier, does something displease you?”
He caught my gesture, so I answer, “Not at all. I’m very pleased with this performance. I’m just reflecting on how valuable clams are, but they’re worth it. Please continue.”
Zar smirks at my clam reference. He can play all day, too, but Scarlett loses her patience. I’m not letting her come, so her left hand reaches, wrapping around Zar’s hard cock.
He coughs down a groan, covering his mouth with his fist, his body lurching at her disobedient tug. I squint down, and she’s riding her dildo, her milky cum glazing the shaft while her mouth drools over my handkerchief, her nipples screaming with pleasure, but her sapphire eyes challenge me.
Her fist wrapped around my stud’s cock, any man’s cock, unleashes my wrath. I rip the kerchief from her mouth. Dropping it on the floor, I snake my right hand into her strands, yanking her head down to my lap.
She better fucking serve me.
And she does.
Like she’s been craving my cock all along, she starts sucking it like a hungry whore behind my desk, and I try gagging her on it. Relishing how she’s trying to be quiet, I don’t care if my staff can hear her choking on my dick.
And fuck…her hot, wet, hungry slutty mouth feels so good.
I fight not to roll my eyes while I fist her strands so hard, feeling her drool douse my dick and pants. Yanking her off, I don’t look down. I hold her here, staring up at me while I demand, “Alright, team. Good job. Let’s wrap this up.”
I’ve heard enough because I’m just getting started.
Scarlett keeps stroking Zar’s cock, and his grin is laced with lechery, loving their disobedience while I start fucking her mouth again, impatient for this fucking meeting to end. Her tongue does that thing, laving up the thick, sensitive vein in my shaft before she flicks her tongue over my swollen tip, and I gnash my teeth to keep my moan from escaping.
As soon as we log off the video call, I yank her head back up, glaring down at her. Spit webs from my fat crown to her swollen lips. Mascara weeps from the corners of her eyes, and she’s so damn beautiful when I make her cry, choking on my cock.
“My sweet whore,” I growl. “Let go of my stud’s fucking cock before I strangle you with mine.”
She grins, taunting, “Make me.”
She has too much fight in her. She believes in our bond too much, and she better because I’m never letting her go.
Proving it, I palm her skull with both hands, her hair like silk ropes pulled in my grasp. With my hips thrusting brutally, I fuck the back of her throat, her slutty glucking sounds filling my office and heart. Her fist won’t let go of Zar’s cock, like she wants to taste my punishment, so I give it to her.
It doesn’t take long. I want her too much. Zar watching us with his hard cock fisted in her hand, does something to me, too. “Look at my sweet whore,” I jeer with her teary eyes locked on mine, the swelling of my cock maddening. I’m almost there. “Your slutty nipples are pinched for me. Your naughty pussy soaks a dildo with your cum for me. Now, open your dirty mouth for my cum, too.”
Her lips part, her drool webbed from them to my tip, and I don’t need to jerk my shaft. I just stare down at what’s mine, at what I love, and I let go.
“Fuucckk,” I groan, watching my cum spurt, pooling over her tongue, splattering her cheek, too. “Belle.” More releases. I fill her mouth, my heart holding so much back for her—so much control. But now, “Swallow me,” I command, and she does it with pride in her eyes.
It overwhelms me. I know Scarlett can fight me, but she doesn’t. She wants me. She accepts me. So, I drag her up by the arm, making her grip release Zar’s cock. Her shameless, clipped tits bounce while I whip her around, choking her neck with my chest pressed to her back.
“You let my whore stroke you?” I bark at Zar, and he licks his smirking lips with a nod. “Then clean up her cum.”
Dropping to his knees, he doesn’t hesitate. He leans over, sinking his mouth over the dildo that’s still thrusting into empty air. Zar groans, licking Scarlett’s milky cream off the phallus while I make her watch him.
“My stud loves my cock in his mouth, doesn’t he? He loves tasting your cum on it.”
“Yes, Master,” she answers for him. “We love your cock. We love your cum in our throat,” she adds, and Zar moans his agreement.
“Get up!” I bark at Zar while I bend Scarlett over, pushing her head down, her sexy mop of auburn curls spilling over my desk.
She wants this. She steps her legs apart for it, standing over the saddle she’s creamed on, with her perfect face smashed against my white linen files.
And I hold her here.
I hold my heart in my hand.
When I see Scarlett like this, bent over my desk, her pussy splayed open and glistening for me, I need her so much I’m in pain.
From my cock to my heart, I am. Scarlett doesn’t know what she means to me. She doesn’t know she’s second in my heart. That space used to be occupied by a ghost, but now, I feel Scarlett there. Still, my ghost haunts me. I made a promise to her grave, and I can’t break it. I fear if I do, I’ll be punished again. I’ll lose Scarlett, too.
So, I seek Zar’s help. He knows how to make me survive. How to satisfy the dark needs I have while I honor a promise that kills me, too.
He’s equally enthralled, gazing down at Scarlett’s wanton display, staring, too, at how my cock will barely go down. I need this too much.
“Come on my whore,” I tell him, and with a gratified grin, he starts jerking off. “Come on her wet pussy, while I fuck her tight ass.”
Scarlett’s moan is shameless, too. I hold her head down while I reach again into my drawer, pulling out another new toy and lowering it to her trapped gaze.
“Do you remember this, my belle?”
It’s the glass thruster dildo she selected, and I bought for her at Delta’s.
“Yes, Master,” she gasps. “Yes, Master,” she begs. “Fuck my ass, Luca.”
“Spread your cheeks,” I snarl. “Spread that ass for my fuck and that pussy for my stud’s cum. We’re going to make you the sweet, dirty little whore you are for me.”
Scarlett arches her back, her palms stretching her sex open for my thrill. She wants this, too, while I relish, for minutes, just watching her submit like this.
“Look at my dirty whore.” I keep sighing, praising her, worshipping the sight she fills me with. “Look at how she needs me in her ass and pussy.”
It drives her insane with soft mewls, making Zar grunt softly, jerking off to it.
Scarlett starts getting me hard again when I spit over her tiny, puckered pink hole, watching it drizzle down her cunt. Still, I fist her strands. I’ll never let go of her while Zar stares, obsessed with our crude spectacle.
Soon, my cock is jutting, swollen again. It’s near his tip, aimed at Scarlett’s weeping pussy. She drips with my spit and her cum, and as I gently tease the glass tip of the dildo into her tightest hole, her glazed pussy drips even more.
Slowly, I start fucking her ass with the glass shaft, and quickly, Zar gets off on it. “Say it,” I command Scarlett.
She can read my soul. “Yes, Luca.” She growls, “Fuck my ass. Make me your whore for him to watch.”
The way she pleases me, the way Zar’s breath thins, his grunts getting shallow, I know his every sound of pleasure and pain. I love it. I live for it. So, I give it to him as I thrust the dildo in and out of Scarlett’s pink hole while I ask him, “You want me fucking your ass, too?”
“Yes, my Owner,” he finally confesses to me. “Please, fuck my ass.”
“Then ache for it and come on my whore.” I torture him. “Come on my hard cock, too.”
“Oh fuck,” Zar groans, his tip spurting creamy ropes across my shaft, splattering Scarlett’s open pussy, too. She flinches, in the best way, as he paints her with his warm, pearly cum.
“Yes, my stud,” I praise. “Now, be my bad boy, and let me watch you clean up your mess.”
Zar drops to his knees while I bury the dildo in Scarlett’s ass as deep as I can without hurting her. It’s not. I can tell. She’s moaning, writhing for it, spreading her cheeks for more.
Pushing the saddle farther under my desk, Zar clears his spot to kneel beneath Scarlett’s dripping pussy. He does it, facing me while I stand over them, so I can gaze down at his dick that’s not going soft because he’s craved this kink for too long, too. Zar loves my cum, my desire, but he’s never cleaned it off a pussy before, and this is going to get me off so damn much.
Yes, we’ve been waiting for this. We’ve been waiting so long. We’ve been waiting for her, ma flamme.