CHAPTER THREE
Three weeks later
– FIERO –
“They’re waiting,” Floris states when he barges into my office.
After growing up as brothers, and working together day in, day out, the balance of familiarity is a thin line.
It’s clear when he only calls me “boss” when it suits him, and more than once forgets to knock before entering my damn office.
I drag my attention away from the information of a certain female student and click to activate the camera feed.
I flick a button to activate the speaker and give the order, “Tate, get the lady undressed and lead her to the bed.”
Once the speaker is deactivated, I turn to face Floris. “You could have taken lead.”
Floris snorts as he grabs a chair and drags it behind my desk to take a seat next to me.
“Comfortable?” I grunt with a load of sarcasm.
He shoots me a grin. “Very. Watching the master at work is both educational and thrilling.”
“As long as you don’t whip out your cock to rub one out,” I grumble and focus back on the scene on the laptop in front of us.
I flip the audio switch and grunt, “Why isn’t she naked yet, Tate? Moxen, rip her panties, Holden, grab the rope and tie her wrists to the headboard.”
Once the sound is off, I turn to Floris. “You’ve watched, have participated in more than a few, and have taken the lead three times.”
Floris shrugs. “I’ll step up if you’re unable to do it. Tonight, you were just going through the new applications. Besides, Tate likes it when you run the show.”
I turn to Floris and he instantly knows what I’m thinking by the slight nod he gives me.
To make sure there’s no confusion, I tell him, “Tate and his buddies are done after tonight.”
“Agreed,” Floris states. “They won’t be happy, though.”
“They will listen, otherwise I won’t be happy,” I simply state and flip the switch to give Tate the order to go down on the woman who is now tied to the bed.
The dynamics are quite simple. The women get more than just the tuition fee. They get their fantasy played out and have filled in a form with their personal limits and wishes. I’m the one who makes sure everything flows flawlessly from start to finish.
Legal papers are signed, I keep a watchful eye, along with a video feed, and there are always condoms and hygiene rules in place.
My grandfather, the one who started this secret society, always kept his distance.
Unlike my father who would jerk off while watching or demand to be in the room to watch.
I know for a fact the fucker cheated on our mother at least once.
It’s been awhile since I’ve felt the warmth of a woman wrapped around my cock.
All while I order men to fuck a woman in all holes at least twice a month.
I don’t have issues when it concerns getting hard, it’s more about the fact that I hate getting touched.
Women don’t like the harsh and clinical side of my fucking, and there’s no damn way I’ll pay for sex.
It might be considered cynical to some due to the whole fantasy deal thing. Though, that’s a business deal, nothing personal or sexual about it. I need women to hook potential favors from men in high functions. It’s not about me or my damn cock.
The moans coming from the woman on my screen are annoying.
Turning on the audio I snap, “Holden, stop tugging the chick’s nipples. If you want, switch to a different channel or turn off the sound. You’ll get the best result if you shove your cock in her mouth.”
Floris barks out a laugh, along with Tate, Moxen, and Holden as well.
Me? I’m still annoyed as fuck. There’s nothing funny about a woman exaggerating during sex.
What does she think it’ll get her? Fucked harder?
For the guy to come faster? Because it for sure as fuck doesn’t sound attractive at all.
The screeching abruptly stops when Holden shoves his hard cock into the chick’s mouth. He’s fisting her hair to guide her head off and on his cock. Moxen is playing with her clit while tugging on her nipples now that she has her mouth full.
Tate, Moxen, and Holden fuck flawlessly together.
They hardly talk and with only a look they know what the other wants.
They don’t cross swords, they only like to share a female’s pussy, ass, and mouth.
Tate is clearly the leader, but where the other two excel in their courses, Tate is behind this year. It’s why he recently hired a tutor.
A tutor I’m fairly sure he’s thinking about right now while he’s fucking this chick’s pussy raw. Time to change things up.
“Tate, pull out,” I order. “Holden, untie her wrists. Moxen, get on the bed and suit up so she can ride your cock. Tate, ass, Holden, keep her quiet.”
Tate smacks the chick’s ass and pulls out when I turn to Floris to tell him, “Tate asked if I could set up something with his tutor.”
Floris frowns. “He can fuck whomever he wants, why ask you?”
I rub two fingers against my jaw. This was my first reaction as well.
“His own fantasy I’m guessing. He did mention wearing masks,” I remark.
Sometimes masks are required. For the chick, the men, or both; part of the fantasy or a necessity. No one is anonymous to me, though. Contracts are signed to shut people up, and most times the knowledge and membership of the order is passed down from father to son.
It’s probably why Ian Rafferty considered himself entitled to get his son the same experience he did. Thank fuck we have a selection process, and I’m very damn picky who I allow the honor of joining. And it is a damn honor.
“Who’s the girl?” Floris asks.
“Aubrielle Baylor.” I bring up her file.
“Picture?” Floris asks.
I sigh. Where I focus on the statistics, the benefits, Floris is all about the visual aspect. Bringing up an image of the green-eyed redhead, the fucker instantly groans.
“No wonder he put in a request with you. Maaaaannnn. Let me know if it’s a done deal. I’d be up for getting a taste of her too.”
I’m shaking my head. “Not going to happen. Tate needs his tutor and fucking her isn’t going to solve his cock issue. It’s probably why he requested for me to arrange a fantasy deal. Hell, maybe she turned him down, who knows? Besides, her tuition is fully paid for by her brother.”
Unlike her roommate, Quinn Caldwell. I just checked her file and noticed a drop in her attendance these past few weeks. Another thing that caught my attention is the lacking payment for next semester. She still has a few weeks, but normally the payment should be transferred already.
Looking into my brother’s eyes I add, “Her brother is Archibald Baylor.”
I don’t need to say more since Archibald hates our family and is very aware of the fantasy deal.
“Shame,” Floris grumbles, and perks up just as fast when he adds, “I might have to accidentally run into her and ask her out. A night of fun for both of us without dropping names or talking about the past.”
I glare at him and he instantly shoves his hands palms up into the air. “Just kidding, boss.”
We turn our focus back on the three guys fucking the woman.
She’s sinking down on Moxen’s cock. Moxen grabs a handful of hair and turns her head so she can suckle Holden’s cock with a passion filled need.
Tate grabs the lube and drizzles some down the crack of her ass.
He starts to tease her with his fingers to get her ready for his cock.
“She’s a squealer.” Floris snaps his fingers as he points at the screen. “Fifty bucks says she’s going to bite Holden’s cock when she comes.”
The corner of my mouth twitches. “A hundred she bites when Tate...”
Holden rips his cock from the chick’s mouth when Tate replaces his fingers with his dick.
Floris chuckles. “Too late for you, but my bet stands.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I grunt. “If Holden has enough experience to pull out right before Tate fills her ass, then he knows what’ll happen if she orgasms.”
Floris snaps his fingers again. “Experience means shit in the heat of the moment. Keeping your head cool is something we have, not those youngsters. It’s why we’re benching them; horny rabbits on overdrive.”
Youngsters. I have more than a decade on those four college kids fucking, and Floris is a few years younger than me. My mind drifts back to Quinn. She’s twenty, fourteen years younger than me.
I shake my head at the thought of fucking her. Perfect curves, stunning eyes I won’t see if I’m taking her from behind. It’s the only way to fuck so they won’t curl their legs around me, or their arms for that matter. Clingy shit makes my gut turn. People’s touch feels like acid on my fucking soul.
The screeching coming from the laptop brings me out of my head. I laugh at the fact that Holden is walking out of the room. Reaching for my money clip, I hand Floris a fifty. The fucker is grinning ear-to-ear.
“It’s a good thing his cock is going on a hiatus from our services,” I state.
Floris snickers. “It was just a nick, he’s fine. Fucker wasn’t quick enough, that’s all.”
“A lessen for next time.” I close the laptop, knowing Tate and his two buddies know how to handle aftercare.
It’s one of the perks of repeat performances from those three college friends.
If I have to pick others there’s more guidance through the earpiece I make them wear.
The only one who doesn’t know I call the shots is the women.
The only thing they need to do once they step into the room is submit to pleasure.
“I hope the next one isn’t a screamer or a biter,” Floris mutters. “Hey, have you picked the next one yet?”
I get to my feet. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“Thanks for giving me a hint instead of rudely dismissing me.” He stands and drags the chair back to its place before he leaves my office.
Once he’s gone, I open my laptop and go through her information again. This time, I use my abilities to go through her background. Quinn Caldwell, why have your stats and attendance stats dropped over the past three weeks?