32. Graham
GRAHAM
Lulu is sitting in front of the fridge in the kitchen. I set her up with a snack and water then turn on one of those dog YouTube videos for her, like it’s totally normal, like I’m a totally normal man behaving totally normally.
I have a girl naked and chained up in my penthouse.
At least it’s not in my basement—that would be weird. This is normal.
It’s normal to have a virgin in your house just for your personal use.
Not a virgin anymore.
I made sure of that last night.
My pants start to feel tight. I force myself to breathe as I sit in the car outside of the restaurant.
I should have fucked her there in my study. Should have bent her over the desk, fucked her before I left.
Yeah, but I need to go talk to my brothers clearheaded, not sex drunk.
The car door slams behind me, then I head into the restaurant. My brothers are already there waiting for me.
I smile at them.
Grayson frowns.
Does he know? Can he see it on my face? That I’ve completely lost the plot, that I’m slowly becoming the monster?
“How’s Dani?” Spencer grimaces.
Probably coming for the tenth time this afternoon. And that is after I chased her around my penthouse in the dark and fucked her raw.
“Um, fine, I guess.”
“You’re not talking to her?” Aaron’s suspicious. He’s in insurance; people try to lie to him every day.
He assumes someone’s lying as a default, I remind myself. He doesn’t know.
“Are we eating?” I ask.
“Why are you avoiding the question?” Aaron’s in my face.
“I’m not talking to her any more than I have to.”
We’re not talking; we’re fucking, so it’s the truth. Well, I’m fucking her.
“She’s blackmailing me, remember?”
“Yeah, after you snatched her off the street.” Aaron’s not buying it.
But now the serving staff is bringing the bread and alcohol.
“I need a scotch.”
“Whiskey sour?” Connor offers.
“Don’t think I forgot about my car you wrecked.” I snatch the drink from him.
“She still won’t take the money?” Finn asks in a low voice.
“Obviously not, if we’re all going to a melding of families.” Grayson scowls.
“Does your mom know we’re coming?” Spencer asks me, concerned.
“No, she doesn’t, because you’re not coming to this couples shower.”
“We’re not your family?” Finn looks a little hurt.
Grayson’s mouth is a thin line.
“I mean, look.” I grasp for some foothold. “It’s complicated. You know my mom. She’s just trying to forget about… everything. And this is complicated.”
“Did she think you were going to be single forever?” Finn asks.
“He is still single.” Connor’s such a little shit.
“You are still single, right?” Grayson’s tone is threatening.
“Of course, Dani and I aren’t…” I trail off.
Aaron’s green eyes bore into mine. He’s not buying it at all. And sure, he and Grayson have had their differences—that’s putting it lightly—but there’s no kind of brotherly bonding like curb stomping a younger sibling.
I change tactics.
“I think that she and I are reaching a bit of a truce. We might have been friends in another life.” It sounds cheesy and lame as soon as it comes out of my mouth.
“Are you,” Aaron says slowly, “on drugs?”
Yeah. Dani.
“Just worried about this couples-shower event.”
“Well, now I want to see exactly what’s going on.” Grayson frowns.
“Yeah.” Aaron’s staring at me, his green eyes a cold mirror of my own. “So do I.”
“You won’t find it at the party. Lots of upper-class Upper East Siders. Too much money and champagne. Lots of them looking for rich men for their daughters,” I tell them. “I really don’t think you need to be there. It will be a waste of your time.”
“Bro, it’s rude not to go.” Spencer tries to lighten the tension. “We were invited.”
“Well, you need to uninvite yourselves.”
“My fiancé is already very excited about attending and is going to bring her famous Florida Keys pasta salad,” Grayson says flatly.
“Ooh, it’s a potluck.” Spencer grins.
“I doubt it, but we’re bringing it anyway.” Grayson snorts.
“Daisy’s having me bring a ten thousand-dollar bottle of wine and one of the most expensive things on the registry.” Aaron smirks.
“I don’t think Dani wants you to bring gifts.”
“Well, Daisy would know what’s expected at these kinds of dinners.” Finn ignores me.
“It’s not that kind of dinner. It’s a casual thing.”
“Is it? Those invites were hand calligraphied.”
“She sent out actual invitations?” I snarl.
“I thought it was a save the date at first, and I was like, damn. Dad would be jelly. Kidnap a girl, and she actually falls in love with you,” Spencer jokes.
Aaron glares at him.
“I don’t think she’s in love with him. I think she’s mentally unwell. But not, like, in a victimized way—in, like, a personality-disorder ruin-your-life-and-cut-off-your-dick-and-eat-it kind of way,” Connor adds unhelpfully.
“You are so fucked-up.”
“We really didn’t get him out of that cellar fast enough.”
“She’s not expecting you to propose at this couples shower, is she?” Grayson is irritated.
I know he hates it when Connor and Spencer joke about the cellar.
“Dude, you clearly weren’t raised in polite society. You can’t propose at someone else’s wedding event.” Spencer’s appalled.
“If she’s the kind of girl who blackmails her kidnapper for a boyfriend, she’s the type to steal her best friend’s thunder.” Finn raises his eyebrows. “Just saying.”
“I repeat, no, it’s not that kind of a party. And no, you don’t have to come.”
“If there’s a relationship-ruining proposal, I’m definitely going to be there.” Spencer rubs his hands together.
“You better confirm with her,” Finn tells me. “She seems like the type of delusional where she might have set this whole thing up for a ring.”
Dani’s waiting for me when I get back, kneeling, half under my desk, her pussy spread open and ready for me.
The sick rush of pleasure almost makes me vomit when I see her.
I have a girl chained up in my penthouse, and no one knows. She’s mine—all mine—and I can do whatever I want with her.
And she’s going to like it.
She can’t lie down because of the toy between her legs. Her ass jiggles with the vibrations of it.
Seeing her there, her ass and pussy up in the air, all I can think of is how much I want to eat out that pussy.
My belt’s off, and I have a condom on. Then I’m behind her, spreading her thighs.
She moans loud against the gag in her mouth as I slide the dildo out then gives another long, loud moan when I bury my cock in her hot, tight pussy.
She’s so wet. Her pussy wants my cock. She takes all of me in her pussy, her ass wiggling against me as I shove that full length in her. Her huge tits bounce against the carpet as I pound into her.
I pull the gag out of her mouth. I want to hear those throaty gasps as she takes me deep in her tight pussy.
She likes it, likes it when I fuck her. Likes it even more when I stroke her clit, giving her the relief she’s been craving the past few hours when she’s had that toy up her pussy, making her nice and ready for my cock.
She’s coming too soon, shuddering in my hand while I jackhammer into her, drawing out the pleasure.
“You want me to fuck you again?” I smear my fingers on her lips, letting her suck them clean. “Have I ruined you yet?”
“I just… um, I can’t. Can you let me go?”
I grab her ass and squeeze.
“Didn’t you hear me?” I kiss her back, the dimples where her back caves in, too close to the split of her legs. “You’re mine.”
Her legs shake as I drip oil where I want my tongue.
“You can’t keep me here forever,” she whimpers as I crook my fingers inside of her.
“Not forever, but I could keep you here for… hmm… a few days at least.”
“What!” She almost sobs as I slide in a second finger. “You can’t.”
“Wrong.”
“Oh, wait, oh…” She shudders as I slide in a third finger, and she gives me a throaty moan as her body remembers how it felt to have me fuck her there. How it felt to have my cum explode inside of her. “That’s… Ohhh… That’s so good. Why is that so good?”
“You want me to keep you here. You want to be my prisoner. You want to be my little sex slave.”
The chains on her wrists clink. The moan she makes when I slide that slicked-up toy into her ass goes straight to my dick.
I leave my pants unzipped as I sit at my desk typing emails.
I can’t see her, but I can hear her—the little catches of her breath as she takes that dildo up her ass.
Like she’s going to take my cock in a little bit.
Somehow it’s driving me crazier than any of those loud porn-star moans would.
“Oh, oh,” she whispers to herself. “Oh, I can’t, this is… Oh, I can’t.”
She’s just a pussy under my desk—an office perk.
“Oh my god, why can’t I come? This is so wrong. I need…”
I need to get her to shut up. I can’t concentrate.
The toy makes a sick noise when I slide it wetly out of her.
“Make me come, please,” she whimpers.
Her pussy is so red and so swollen, it’s just begging for my tongue. I reach down to grab her tit instead. It’s so big and huge in my hand. I unbutton my shirt as I stroke my hand over her body, making her shudder as I grab her roughly.
The white-and-blue toy has got one of those two-pronged spears, and when I shove it up her wet pussy, I make sure it’s angled so she can ride her clit on it.
Her ass is nice and loose, and she takes me easy as I fuck into her.
Pounding her ass, the dildo on her clit and in her pussy, keeping her on the edge until I’m spilling my hot cum in her, filling her, letting it drip down her thighs.
I grab her between her legs, pushing that toy against her sensitive clit, making her come with a tiny little shudder, squeezing the last of my cum into her ass.
“I told you I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to fuck you again.” I slap her on the ass—hard.
Then, just because I can, I slap her again.
Shove that toy up into her tight pussy.
I’m boiling hot.
I rip off my shirt as I sit back down at my desk, my nerves raw as she makes those little begging noises.
“This is what happens to little girls who walk home alone at night—the big bad wolf gets you.”
I read and reread the same email as I listen to her make those noises as the dildo teases her clit.
She’s coming again.