“A part of me belongs to you and always will. And a part of you belongs to me and always will.” Her fierce expression challenges me to deny it. She is a hundred and five pounds soaking wet. I could pick her and a hundred-pound kettle ball up with one arm. But facts are facts.
“You own every inch of me,” I say seriously. “Blood and fucking bone, down to my crooked left pinky toe.”
She smirks, glancing down at my polished black wingtips. “That toe is weird. What happened to it?”
“Nearly tore it off when I was eight. Collided with another kid on a bike and caught it in the spoke of his back tire.” I don’t know why I tell her. Or maybe I do.
She grimaces. “Not good. Be careful. Now that I own that body, I don’t want it damaged.”
I like the way she teases me. I like everything about the way we’re becoming with each other.
The elevator door opens, and she steps out. My gaze follows the column of her bare spine to the edge of the dress where it covers her taut ass. She’s got the prettiest pink asshole hidden away by her sweet little cheeks. I’ve put my thumb in it. I want to stretch it around my monster of a cock.
My arm slides around her and pulls her body against mine.
I lean down and whisper, “I’m going to train your body, so I can fuck you in the ass.”
She stiffens. “You’ll tear me apart.”
“No. I’ll do things right. I’ll teach you to take me that way.”
“We’ll see,” she says.
I kiss the side of her face, tasting the makeup she’s painted on. She’s like a toy doll and the longer I hold her up against me, the more I want to unwrap her and play with her.
“Come,” I say, taking her hand and leading her to the penthouse door. I lay the keycard against the lock and it clicks open.
When we enter, I pause at the end of the hall, trying to block her view. Trick has two naked girls in the room. A brunette’s lying face down on the bed, her ass striped from being whipped. A blonde’s on her knees, her hands cuffed behind her back while she sucks his dick.
“Wow,” Rachel says, causing three heads to turn toward us.
“Fuck,” Trick says, jerking out of the blonde’s mouth and turning away to put his cock back in his pants.
“Turn around,” I say, taking Rachel’s shoulders and forcing her to face the door.
“C’mon, ‘Vil. A little warning,” he says, uncuffing the blonde. To the girls, he says, “Get dressed in the bathroom.”
They scramble to their feet, grabbing their clothes on the way.
“You called this meeting.”
“Yeah, hours ago, and I told you I had plans before.”
“Assumed you meant off site,” I say, not sure why he’s bothered.
Rachel looks over her shoulder. “Scott Patrick, you’re such a pretty boy. I should’ve guessed you were the worst.”
Trick and I are silent because we know that any of the three of us—C, him, or me—could be the worst on any given night.
“So, I’ve got news,” Trick says. “Let the girls go, and I’ll break it down.”
* * *
Rachel
When the bathroom door opens and the girls emerge, Trick ushers them down the hall and out. Are they prostitutes? They’re both gorgeous. If they are, he must have paid a fortune to do kinky things to them.
“Rachel, can you do me a favor? Can you go out on the balcony and close the sliding door behind you,” Trick asks.
