Chapter Nick
Nick
She lay between us, lightly snoring, her hands resting on Rowan’s chest. We’d taken turns while her legs were strapped to the bed, but I claimed the night duty—keeping her plugged up with my dick.
Alec hadn’t been quick enough, and he wasn’t happy when he came out of the bathroom.
He even had the nerve to say his girth would do a better job.
I didn’t budge.
“I could get used to sleeping like this,” I said into the dark.
“We’ll take turns,” Rowan replied when Alec swore at me.
I chuckled and pressed myself closer, fitting against the curve of her arse.
“One of us should stay home with her tomorrow,” Alec muttered.
“I’ll do it. Zak can keep an eye on Hustle,” I said quickly, earning a low laugh from both of them.
“Now you want in on her,” Rowan said.
“Arsehole,” Alec grumbled. “No fucking her pussy without us.”
Nine loads were a good start.
A few in her mouth or arse wasn’t a problem.
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Ella was still out cold the next morning. She didn’t even stir when I pulled out of her. It wasn’t a happy event—my dick was still standing to attention.
Rowan had already left to shower in his room. Alec stood up with his hands on his hips, and it was obvious he had the same problem I did.
Morning wood.
“You have trust issues,” I said as I slid out of bed.
“That’s hilarious coming from you,” he snorted.
I shot him a glare when Ella shifted and jerked my head toward the door.
She needed the recovery time—before I had some fun with her later.
We stepped out and closed the door quietly behind us, taking the stairs down.
“What are your plans for her today?” he asked.
“Hm. Let her sleep. Feed her. Then ride her arse.”
He snickered.
“Don’t overdo it, or you’ll have less of a load left for tonight.”
He continued up to his floor, leaving me staring at his bare arse as it moved away up the stairs.
The dickhead had a point.
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I slid the tiny white pill across the table. She picked it up without a word and swallowed it, washing it down with the last of her orange juice.
“Did you enjoy last night?” I asked as she set the glass back on the table.
Her neck and chest flushed pink before the colour crept up into her cheeks.
She’d woken just before noon. I’d spent the morning reviewing the room feed from the night before.
But it was one moment in particular that held me—the second Alec whispered that he could see through her pretence.
I’d frozen the footage then, studied her face frame by frame.
The flicker of apprehension. The resignation that followed.
The way her body went still as he licked her cheek.
Her fingers tightened around the glass as her gaze dropped.
“Yes.”
Barely audible.
I decided to help her work through those inhibitions.
The humiliation was a bonus.
“Join me in the bedroom in ten minutes,” I said, pushing back my chair and standing.
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I’d positioned the armchair beneath two cameras and stripped naked before sitting down. My lighter, cigarettes, and phone were laid out on the small table beside me. With a smirk, I sent a message in the group chat.
Me: Ella’s show is in five minutes.
Rowan: What are you planning?
Alec: I knew you couldn’t wait until tonight.
Rowan: Come to my office and set it up on the big screen, Alec.
Alec: We’ve got hours before we get home.
Rowan: We can finish after the VIP event is finalised.
Alec: True. On my way.
I watched the replies come in rapid succession until the door opened. I placed my phone face down on the table as Ella approached me cautiously.
“Take your dress off,” I said, pointing at her.
Her eyes flicked up—but never higher than my dick. I took a cigarette from the packet and lit it while she undressed. She laid the black dress neatly on the bed and waited.
“Underwear as well,” I added, blowing a plume of smoke in her direction.
I knew the smoke irritated her. She never challenged me over it.
My phone vibrated.
Alec: We’re watching.
Me: Good. Take notes.
Alec: I made her come the hardest last night.
Me: Highly doubtful, considering what you did to her nipples.
Rowan: She’s waiting—and so are we. Bicker in your own time.
I set the phone down again. Her bra and knickers now lay on the bed.
“Come here and get my dick nice and wet,” I said. “The wetter it is, the more it’ll benefit you.”
The phone buzzed as she crossed the room. I ignored it.
She sank to her knees, resting her elbows against me as she opened her mouth.
“Breakfast and cock,” I said lightly. “Aren’t you lucky?”
Her mouth was already full, so she didn’t answer.
I felt saliva around me, but it wasn’t enough. To her credit, she pushed herself further down my length. Her lips tightened. She sucked. My cock swelled in her mouth and I paused, drawing in a breath before lifting the cigarette to my lips.
“Quite the cock sucker now, Ella,” I said, exhaling smoke over her.
My phone buzzed again.
I lifted my middle finger toward the main camera.
“Pull off. Spit on my dick, then offer me your arsehole,” I said, taking a final drag of my cigarette before stabbing the butt into the ashtray.
When I looked at her, I almost laughed.
My dick was still in her mouth—but she’d finally looked up at me.
Wide eyes.
Fingers digging into my thighs.
Her saliva pooled on my balls before dripping onto the wooden floor.
Her mouth popped free. She stared at my dick for a second, then spat on it. I was feeling generous, so I let her spit again.
She shuffled around and did exactly what I told her.
Backed into me.
Offering me her holes.
I hoped the cameras caught how wet her cunt was.