Chapter 43
Chapter forty-three
Barrett
Icould get used to this. Sage as my pliant pet at my feet, obeying every suggestive touch to move closer, relaxing her cheek on my thigh, or to opening her mouth as I trace her lips with the tips of my fingers.
I understand the stress she’s feeling, that she needs this night to shut down.
It’s the reason I brought her to the club, inviting both Fain and Rafe along knowing it may be the only night for a while we won’t be working.
We’ve meshed the schedules of all of the targets together to find the best overlapping time to take them all out in one night.
After a few more days of surveillance, this will all be over.
And Sage will be safe. And free, if I let her go.
I don’t want to let her go.
Paisley stiffens and trembles on Fain’s lap. His hand hasn’t reappeared from under her dress for a while now, but at no point has she made a sound or lifted her head. Although, Fain’s grip on her neck hasn’t loosened, if anything, the skin on his knuckles is pulled tighter.
I have no problem with his somewhat public display. It isn’t the first time, and I doubt the last. Fain likes to create a show. I’m not interested in a show, but I’m not opposed to a little humiliation.
Rafe looks on with disinterest, his gaze flitting over the women while carrying on our conversation.
We’re attempting to predict the fallout from our plan, something that is impossible to predict.
There are likely possibilities, but we know from experience that it’s always the unexpected that happens.
I slide my fingers down Sage’s cheek and along her jaw line, back and forth, putting pressure at the back to urge her forward a little with every stroke. The closer I bring her, the harder my cock gets.
“You two have lost all interest in the conversation,” Rafe grumbles.
“Can you blame us?” Fain places a kiss against Paisley’s forehead, allowing her to release a small whimper in her next breath.
“No. I can’t.” But he doesn’t sound forgiving about it.
“You don’t have to stick around.” I let my other hand land on the fly of my pants, debating what to do with her.
“I don’t. But I don’t want to go home. Or to my own bar.” He adds the last under his breath. Rafe’s home is empty and his bar has the one person he’s avoiding. The one person, that if Fain and I are correct, he’d have kneeling at his feet or curled up in his lap right now.
“Then pour yourself another drink.” I pop the button and lower my zipper.
Sage’s eyes widen, filling with panic as she tries to look around at the people she already knows are in the room and can see exactly what I’m about to make her do, but I don’t let her move away from me.
Cupping her jaw, I pull her forward. “Open up, swallow me down, and suck. Nothing more.”
I wait for her to balk, but her eyes fill with a haze, the same haze that overcomes her when I have her on her pet bed, in the stockade, or between my knees at the dinner table while I feed her. She’s let herself go to the place she needs to feel safe.
With me. All mine.
Opening her mouth, she lifts up on her knees enough to get above my cock.
She licks the head to wet it and I run my palm over her hair, pushing her down until I hit the back of her throat and she’s struggling to pull deep breaths in through her nose.
Once she has it under control, I let off the pressure of holding her down.
“Suck and don’t move.” I glance up at Fain and then Rafe, who raises a brow in approval, or maybe its appreciation.
“Business at the bar going well?” We all know exactly how well each of our respective legal businesses are doing.
I only ask to make conversation, allowing Sage to believe I’m unaffected by her mouth wrapped around me.
Truthfully, it’s agony to keep myself from fucking her throat.
Fain seems to be in a similar agony as he licks his fingers clean after Paisley trembled uncontrollably for a solid minute in his hold, but his agony comes with a smile.
“Smooth. Too smooth.” Rafe sighs.
“Not sure how a business can run too smoothly.” Fain licks his lips and places his fingers back under Paisley’s dress for round two. This time, she’s unable to keep quiet, but we speak over her whimpers.
Rafe doesn’t supply an explanation.
Sage sucks stronger the longer I ignore her. I haven’t even touched her. One hand rests on my hip and the other is sprawled across the back of the bench seat. I have to clench my teeth to force back the groan building in my chest.
Her mouth is pure sin. She isn’t worried about controlled movements or selective and seductive swipes of her tongue in all the sensitive places.
She’s taken to the task precisely as I directed, but her own desperation grows the longer she has me in her mouth.
Strong suction pulls me slightly down her throat that works around the tip as she swallows.
She’ll milk me dry if I don’t stop her soon.
My orgasm has built up in my balls faster than ever.
“That’s some serious stamina.” Rafe comments, nodding at Sage. Her jaw must be getting sore by now.
“I suppose it is.” I finally allow myself to touch her, palming the back of her head.
Sage sighs with pleasure, sinking herself deeper onto me as she relaxes.
“Up on your knees and push your ass out, pet.” I run my hand down her spine as she straightens herself. “Do you think they can see how wet you are under that dress of yours?” I tilt my head to look down at her.
Her cheeks flush around the hollowed indents.
“Sucking Daddy off in front of them is making you wet, isn’t it?”
There is no way for her to answer me, and I don’t want her to. I want her to realize how vulnerable and exposed she is.
“What if someone were to walk in? Our drinks are getting low, I may need to call for a server to stock it.” It isn’t a lie. While I’d never allow a server in here while she’s in this position, Sage doesn’t know that.
Her sucking slows and she closes her eyes. The tinge in her face brightens before she resumes her efforts.
“Daddy’s dirty little pet,” I croon and tuck her hair away from her face.
Our attempt at conversation has completely died. Paisley is shaking in Fain’s lap while he whispers in her ear, and I’m dying to pull Sage onto my lap and make her fuck me right here, before going home to empty myself inside her soft heat.
Rafe doesn’t speak, but he nods to both of us and leaves, holding the door close to him as he exits so no one passing by can catch a glimpse. We may not have issues with public displays, but not in front of anyone we don’t trust. And the three of us only trust each other.
“I need to fuck you, kitten. Hard. And that isn’t something I can do here.” Fain helps her stand. “Have a good night you two.” They exit the same way Rafe did, keeping our privacy.
And I let go of this scene between us. “Enough, pet. Get up here and fuck me until you come. I want you to make a mess on my lap.”
She’s frantic as she pulls herself off me with a pop and starts climbing on top of me.
Reaching between us, she slides the shorts of the dress to the side and lines her entrance up with my cock.
I have no time to tell her to slow down.
Sage sinks onto me with a cry and immediately sets a harsh rhythm. She’s desperate.
I dig my fingers into her hips to stabilize her, but she’s turned into a beast of her own, chasing an orgasm created from pleasuring me. That’s why I know I’ll never let this woman go.
Minutes later, Sage comes with a cry, her head thrown back and her walls clamping around my cock, surprising me with my own orgasm. Like an explosion, I fill her, shocking me with the sudden intensity of it all.
For a long time, I hold her until she has enough energy to lift her head. And only when she looks at me with wide, shy eyes, do I help her stand, taking her home to start all over again.