Bond Rate
Finn
“Sebastian told us about Beth.” I run a hand through my hair.
We fucking forgot to block her ass out of the system before we left.
I can get into the system to lock her out from my phone, but I need my fucking laptop to doublecheck she didn’t access anything.
“We fired her, but we weren’t exactly thinking about her access before we left.
We were too preoccupied getting Sara back.
Employee management was the last thing on my mind. And we haven’t had internet until now.”
I reach over to Sara and she takes my hand. Her pale green eyes lock with mine. It’s been one hell of a ride to get to here. I’m not sure what it will cost me going forward to have my father’s protection. Maybe nothing until he names an heir.
Then I become competition for the throne. Something I don’t want to think about because I don’t want it. But it may not matter to the man my father chooses. I’d still be a threat.
“See, Tom. This is why we need you to keep us informed.” Wyatt shakes his head and lifts his gaze to Tom. “You can’t just disappear anymore. This can’t keep happening. If you can’t agree to that, you’re out.”
“What?” Tom narrows his eyes on Wyatt.
But Wyatt is right. We can’t keep doing this.
“We’re trying to run a business, Tom.” Dante’s voice is solid. “If you can’t put in for vacation like a normal person, then I agree with Wyatt. You’re out of the firm.”
Tom looks shell-shocked. We were too lax with him. But he gave us everything growing up, so we put up with this shit for far too long. Thinking we somehow owed him for sharing his family with us. But fuck that.
“I agree.” It’s all we need to push him out. For us three to be in agreement. “No more running off and keeping clients off the books. We could get in serious trouble for that shit. You could have destroyed our business.”
Tom pales. “You guys would kick me out?”
“If you don’t change.” Dante lets that hang in the air between us.
We absolutely mean it. Tom doesn’t need to be handled with kid gloves. He needs to learn to be a fucking responsible adult for himself, Natasha, and the baby. Squeezing Sara’s hand before releasing it, I rise and run a hand down my slacks.
“I’ll meet the rest of you upstairs. I need to go fix another of Tom’s problems.”
He doesn’t meet my eyes. He’s lost everything. His friends. His sister’s trust. He should be sad. He gambled with his sister’s life. That has repercussions.
“I think it’s time for bed. We’ll go with you.” Sara rises and leans against me, taking my hand. “I don’t think we have more to say right now.”
Dante, Wyatt, and Drew rise from the couch.
Tom still doesn’t say anything but sits there with his hands clasped between his knees and his head hanging. Maybe he’s finally understanding the consequences of his actions. He risked everything for Natasha. I hope she’s worth it.
Sara and I lead the way back to the room. We don’t run into my father, which is a good thing. As soon as we step inside, I grab my laptop and log in. Beth’s access had been minimized, but we need to see what she’s done in the past week while we’ve been gone.
We did confiscate her work laptop so she would have had to go into the office. But I left a message for the receptionist to make sure her card to the building was terminated.
I’m aware of the others moving around the room as I check her access log. “She did sign in after we left. Fuck. Not from an office computer. She must have had someone hack in so she could reach it. She tried to erase the files.”
“You guys have revision history?” Drew sits on the other end of the couch with a drink.
“We do.” Dante sits next to me. “We also have a great cybersecurity business that could help us if we needed to recover the data.”
The bathroom door opens and Sara walks out. Wyatt leans against the wall, sipping his drink, watching her with hooded eyes.
The three of us lost one of our best friends.
Not because we stepped over the line with his sister, which was always a concern, but because he needs to grow up and start taking responsibility.
The danger he put Sara in. The mindfuck he played for years with Wyatt.
Everything just added up. He’s still our business partner.
For now. But Tom can’t run away anymore.
Sara walks over and stands in front of Dante and me. I finish recovering the files and make sure Beth’s completely locked out of the system. There’s a lot we need to do for our business, but it will wait for tomorrow.
I close my laptop and lean forward to put it on the coffee table behind Sara’s legs. She’s still wearing that sinfully delicious dress. My father’s man has excellent taste. My fingers glide over the hem as I lean back on the couch and scoot down.
“Lift your skirt for me, flower.” I meet her green eyes with a challenge in my own.
Sara could never resist a challenge and fucking her only makes it better. She cocks her head and gives me a saucy smile as she lifts her skirt. No panties, only beautiful bare pussy and ass on display for me.
I smirk. “I half hoped you’d forgotten and left them on.”
I’m always game for Wyatt’s punishments.
“Technically we aren’t in the apartment.” She arches an eyebrow as if to dare me to contradict her. But she still followed the rules.
“Hmm.” I lean forward, wrap my hands above the backs of her knees, and pull her toward me.
She comes willingly, straddling my lap and settling her bare pussy over my hardening cock inside my pants. She slides her hands into my hair and I turn my head to press a kiss to the soft skin of her arm.
“Are we going to talk about anything? Or do we just want to fuck Sara?” Drew raises an eyebrow at me.
I turn my attention to the siren on my lap. Her pale green eyes look at me in a way no one’s ever looked at me before. I’ve never been in love and no one’s been in love with me. Women wanted me for the same reason I wanted them. The sex was amazing.
But being with Sara is a whole different level.
“Will the apartment be enough of a buffer between us and Tom?” Wyatt asks.
“It’s going to have to be for the time being.” Dante slides his hand up to clasp around Sara’s neck. A little shiver goes through her as her eyes grow darker. “They’ll need the protection, and we can’t have Peter’s guys using Sara again to get to Tom and Natasha.”
“The house is decently separated.” Drew leans back and steeples his fingers against his lips as he watches the three of us on the couch.
Right now, we’re just sitting, holding. “My parents weren’t aware of all my comings and goings, and I wasn’t aware of theirs.
I don’t know if it will be perfect for the five of us into the foreseeable future, but it will do nicely for now. ”
“You bought it?” Sara asks, but her eyes never leave mine.
My hands haven’t left her thighs, and the heat of her over my cock is intense. I just want to bury myself inside of her and lose myself in her softness. Being under my father’s thumb makes me tense.
Drew chuckles. “I put in a cash offer, so yeah, I own it. Maybe if we move out, I’ll make it a rental. It’d be fairly easy to turn it into two living spaces. I do like to diversify my holdings.”
“Exactly how rich are you?” I ask, finally glancing his way.
He gives me a cocky smile. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
I grin but shake my head. It’s hard to do a deep dive on anyone that’s willing to pay to keep their secrets secret. We know Drew is holding back something, but he’s also assured us his secrets won’t hurt Sara.
For now, I’ll trust the guy because I’ve seen how he looks at her. And how she looks at him. He’s also had our backs through this whole thing with Tom.
“I like your dress, flower.” It’s time to turn the attention back on Sara.
“It’s very pretty.” She tries to look down but Dante hasn’t released her neck. His thumb strokes her thrumming pulse. Her hips shift on mine.
I slide my hands up her thighs before reaching for my belt. I undo it and draw it out of my pants. “Do you want to be used or participate?”
Sara lets out a little whimper.
“Finn could bind you, pip. Make you unable to stop us unless you say your word.” Dante tightens his fingers a little and Sara gasps. “Or we can make love to you softly and sweetly.”
“I’m still going to fuck you, trouble.” Wyatt lifts his glass to her in a mock toast before downing the remains.
“I’m willing to watch either way.” Drew smirks. “I can’t seem to resist participating though.”
“Sara doesn’t mind, do you, flower?” I wrap the belt around my hand and stroke the leather over her covered nipple.
She releases her breath in a shudder. Her darkened eyes capture mine. “What do you want to do with me?”
“So many things.” I set the belt down and flick open my pants before drawing down the zipper, grazing her pussy with the back of my knuckles.
Her breath catches in her throat, but she can’t lower her gaze to see what I’m doing. I release my cock and slide her over my bare skin.
She hisses at the contact. I usually love to tease, but with her wet heat against me, I can’t resist.
I grab her hips and shift so my cock notches at her entrance before sinking inside of her. Her mouth opens and her eyes close like she’s having a spiritual experience. Every moment with Sara is ethereal.
When she tries to roll her hips, I hold her still with my cock buried deep.
She whimpers and pulls at my hair.
I chuckle. “You haven’t told us what you want, flower. My cock needs this pussy, so I took it. Now you need to decide. Bound and used, or do you want your men to worship this body the way it deserves?”
“We can decide for you, trouble.” Wyatt straightens from the wall. “Personally, I want to fuck you hard, and while I love you, I don’t know that I can make love to you.”
I almost scoff. Wyatt hasn’t seen how he fucks Sara. Yes, sometimes he takes her hard, but there are these soft moments none of us can resist with her. She’ll take anything we give her. At some point, we’ll find her limits. But so far she’s willing to let us keep pushing them.
She bites her lip and her pussy clamps down around me. “Bind me, Finn.”
She tugs on my hair and I thrust up into her, making her moan softly like she’s nervous someone might hear.
“Take control of my pleasure and use me how you want to,” she whispers.
I smile and nod to Wyatt. He walks over to the bag and pulls out the ropes someone helpfully packed.
“I want to leave the dress on.” I slide my finger down the neckline, brushing the soft curves of her breasts. “Is that okay?”
She swallows and nods. Her cunt flutters around me.
“You think you can come from nothing but my cock buried in your pussy?” I arch an eyebrow at her. As easily as she comes, I wouldn’t be surprised. Dante releases her neck and stands.
“Maybe. Friction would be nice though.” Her fingers are tangled in my hair.
“Hmm.” I grab her hips and lift her with me as I stand, keeping my cock inside her.
She wraps around me, taking me deeper inside. My cock twitches, craving that friction she so desperately wants.
“You tempt me,” I whisper against her neck and carry her over to the bed.
“Fuck me, Finn.” She bites gently on my jaw.
I chuckle, but don’t give in. No, it would be easy to just fuck her and then pass her on to the next guy. Lose myself in her pussy, her ass, her mouth until she’s overflowing with my love. Maybe I should wait until we’re out of my father’s house to play with her fully. But fuck it.
I want my girl to scream down the walls of this place. To replace the cold isolation I always felt here with the warmth and love she’s always given me so freely.
I climb onto the bed and lower her onto her back. Her arms and legs stay wrapped around me tight, like she never wants to let me go. I won’t though. Let her go? It’s not an option. I’ll give her all the time she needs to adjust to the idea, but she’s mine.
No one will ever take her away from me again.
I take her mouth as I fuck in and out of her sweet, wet pussy. She’s mine.
When she arches into me and starts to tighten, I stop.
“What?” She looks up at me in confusion, but I just smile.
“I don’t want to come yet, flower. And I don’t want you to come either.”
Her brow furrows and she pouts. Fuck, this girl is everything to me. I kiss her before pulling out. I’m still fully dressed and she looks like a goddess with that dress spilling around her hips and her pussy bared for me.
My cock is still hard as I tuck it away and zip up my pants, leaving the button undone. I rub my fingers over my lips, imagining all the ways I can tie her. I pick up the rope and slide it through my hands as I walk over to the drawers. “You have safe words for a reason.”
It’s not just any room my dad put us in, but my room. I open the drawer and take out the EMT shears. They thud against the wood furniture as I set them out in the open where they’ll be easy to reach.
The others are spread around the room, watching us. They’ll get their turns. But first I’ll get mine.
“Sit up, Sara.”