Chapter Nine
CAMERON
God is punishing me!
After Quin told me what he had planned, I stormed out of there and headed straight for my office. I’ve been warring with myself since she walked into my office in a white blouse and a white fucking pencil skirt.
Who the fuck wears all white?
I can see her pink bra through her shirt.
Needing her to stay as far away from me as possible, I tasked her with filing so she would be across the room from me.
The second she bent over to begin doing the job I tasked her with, I nearly screamed at her to get out.
Her skirt is see-through and I can make out the pink thong she is wearing and it’s driving me crazy.
Sian is young and shouldn’t even be here.
She is supposed to be in college and hanging out with kids her own age, not wanting to fuck me and Quin.
Shit, I don’t know what the hell I was thinking letting him touch her last night but I can’t lie, seeing her with him had me harder than I’ve ever been.
She wasn’t even dressed as a nun but she fell into the role without question as if she knew that’s what I needed.
The fact she loves it rough and dirty only added to my pleasure.
She took everything I gave without complaint.
Knowing what Quin has planned for her tonight has jealousy thrumming through me.
“Cam?” I shake my head and focus on her standing there looking like a wet fucking dream.
“Yeah?” My voice sounds hoarse to my own ears.
“Is it okay if I go to the bathroom?” I nod then tear my gaze from her, the club isn’t open yet but that doesn’t mean I don’t have work to do before the doors open.
Sian was told by Ralph that her work hours would be long and based around my schedule.
The girl is taunting me just by being in this fucking office.
Unable to control my urges, I bring up the camera feeds and follow her movements.
I grind my teeth when I see Quin spot her as she walks past the main room on the ground level to head to the locker rooms. I have a bathroom up here but I didn’t tell her that.
I knew the moment she walked in there I would lose control and fuck her.
Quin doesn’t seem to have the same problem, the fucker rushes from the room and chases after her. I fumble around for my phone and hit speed dial two just as he reaches the locker room door. I see him curse as he pulls his phone out, then answers it and turns to face the camera.
“Cock blocking are we?” he taunts.
“What?” I try to play it cool.
Quin snorts. “I know you’re watching me, Cam.
I may not be in there fucking her now but I will be tonight, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.
So either join us and get out of your own damn head or watch me as I fuck her on the cameras.
Evan knows my plan and is going to join us.
” Quin ends the call, then flips me the bird.
I slump back into my chair when he walks away from the locker room.
“Fuck,” I hiss. If Sian were anyone else I wouldn’t be hesitating, but the fact I knew her before she was fucking legal makes me feel like a predator and I’m not.
Not only that, she is a part of my old life and I worry she sees me as her priest still, not a man free of the church and the collar.
That collar kept all my unhinged desires in check, without it I am free to embrace every depraved sexual act I was made to believe was off limits.
The club closed an hour ago and I know I can’t keep Sian here for much longer.
As far as assistants go, she has been the best one I’ve had.
She’s done more work in one day than any of the others did in a week.
The fact that I want to slam her against the wall and bury my cock inside her every couple of minutes isn’t going to work out well for our working relationship.
Before I can think about it too much, the elevator pings with its arrival.
The doors haven’t opened yet but I already know who is inside it.
Sian looks up just as they slide open to reveal Quin.
He’s grinning like a fucking clown and I want nothing more than to smack that look right off his fucking face.
I know Quin is a good guy and he’s been a great help to me since he started working here.
The fact that we’ve fucked once also may have something to do with me being jealous of him and Sian together.
“Well, looks like it’s time for you to come with me, pretty,” Quin says as he stands in front of her desk.
Sian slowly turns her head toward me. She opens her mouth to speak but Quin cuts her off before she can.
“What did I tell you about keeping your focus on me?” She instantly snaps her head back to him.
“On your feet now, don’t make me wait.” Sian obeys him without thought.
I grind my teeth so hard they begin to ache.
Quin lulls his head toward me and smirks.
“The offer is still open for you to join us, we could repeat last night with the four of us or…” Sian gasps and darts her gaze toward me with wide eyes.
“You two fucked?” Her voice is high pitched and filled with disbelief. Quin reaches out and grips her chin, forcing her focus back to him.
“It’s the best sexual experience of my life, pretty, having both of them in each of my holes.
Let me make things clear, Cameron, myself and E are in a relationship.
I heard you already had both of them so E will be joining us tonight as well.
” My cock is rock hard hearing those words from his mouth.
I’ve spent many nights picturing him buried deep inside me while Evan sucks my dick.
We’ve defiled every surface of that penthouse with all our cum.
Evan has chosen to remain out of sight because he doesn’t want Sian to know he’s here.
“Kitchen room,” Quin calls out as he drags Sian toward the elevator.
I say nothing as they exit and the look Sian shoots me before those doors finally close almost has me leaping out of my seat.
I’m not mad she likes Quin. I don’t blame her for wanting him or Evan tonight, even though she has no idea the man behind the mask is her stepbrother.
What I do blame her for though is fucking with my life, she’s been here a day and already my focus is on her.
I try to bury myself in work but I can’t fucking concentrate so I bring up the camera feed.
The only way to have access into each of the rooms is if the clients want to experience voyeurism and consent to others watching through a window or through a video feed.
The instant the video goes live my breath lodges in my throat.
Quin has her dressed in the fucking nun outfit bent over the counter in the kitchen room.
My eyes widen to the size of saucers when I take in Quin’s outfit, the motherfucker is dressed in priest robes with a white collar.
He’s playing out the fantasy I told him I have had for years—I’ve always wanted to fuck a nun in my priest robes.
I know I’m sick and fucking twisted, I built this place so people like me, Evan and Quin could live out our fetishes without being judged.
Maybe he was right and it’s about fucking time I let go of all my inhibitions and just lived without the worry of my past catching up to me.
Sian is of age and consenting, what the fuck am I doing pushing her away while she is down there primed and ready to be fucked like a good little whore?
The decision is made for me when I see Evan enter the kitchen room, wearing his own robes and that mask.