You fucking know we are, asshole.For reasons Rock couldn’t articulate, he didn’t like their employer. There was something about him that was cruel and evil just below the surface of his too-tanned skin. Rock could sense it, smell it, and its scent was rotten to the core.
The three bikers stood stone-faced before him, and Blair chuckled nervously while he jammed his hands in and out of his pockets repeatedly. “I’m sure Kevin explained everything to you. Right?”
Rock jerked his chin up.
Blair licked his lips, then pressed them together. “Okay. Well then, I don’t need to tell you that anything that goes on inside the house is private. I don’t want the names of my guests or what we do or talk about ever leaked out. Understood?”
Rock crossed his arms and stood stiff with his legs spread apart. His tattoos rippled as his muscles tensed. “We’re not fuckin’ snitches,” he growled.
Blair’s eyes widened. “No, I didn’t mean that you were.”
“Then you don’t have to tell us that shit,” Bear gritted.
Rock glanced at Bear’s darkening face.He hates this asshole too.He stood frozen to his spot, his eyes boring into Blair. An awkward silence fell over them and they stood rigid as soldiers as their employer ran his hand through his short hair.
“Well then,” Mr. Blair’s voice sliced through the tension, “take your positions. The guests will be arriving shortly.” He turned around quickly and disappeared from the room.
“What a fuckin’ prick,” Rock said. Wheelie and Bear voiced their agreement.
Wheelie would man the hallway, and Bear and Rock would stay in the living and dining room. They stood around for about thirty minutes before the doorbell rang and Blair appeared out of nowhere to answer it. “John, Sebastian, Alex, it’s so good to see you. Peter and Roger, you both as well. How’ve you been?”
“Very good, Frederick,” several voices chimed.
Rock turned to look toward the hallway, watching Wheelie’s eyebrows rise and then lower immediately. Five men from their late thirties to early fifties came in with five attractive women behind them who wore raincoats. When they entered the living room, the men turned to their women and gave them a hard stare. They each took off their coats, handing them to one of the staff. Rock sucked in his breath and heard Bear do the same: the women were naked except for black collars. Long leashes were attached to the metal D-rings on the collars.What the fuck?Frederick gestured to the men to sit and they sank down on the couches and armchairs while the women knelt—butts against their calves, hands on their thighs palms up—next to their partner.
“What the fuck is this?” Bear said in a low voice.
“A dinner party.” Rock grinned. “Getting some ideas, are you?”
“I can’t see the club girls kneeling next to us without a cock in their mouths. No way.”
“Yeah, they’re not the submissive type. This must be a play party.”
“All of a sudden this gig doesn’t seem so bad.” Bear turned his gaze back to the living room.
The waitstaff filled drinks, passed hors d’oeuvres, and acted like it was an everyday occurrence to have a dinner party with naked women kneeling in front of their men, collared and silent. It blew Rock away; he surmised they must be part of the lifestyle. The caterer came out of the kitchen, bent down, and said something in Frederick’s ear. He smiled, stood up, and announced that dinner was ready. The male guests rose to their feet and followed him into the dining room, tugging their crawling women behind them.
Rock couldn’t help but gaze at the women, catching the eye of one who quickly looked down, her face reddening in embarrassment. He felt bad and made himself stare at the paintings on the wall, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught her looking at him and wiggling her butt on the rug. The man with her yanked her leash hard, jerking her forward. She yelped and he said in a cold voice, “Be still, slutty vixen, or I’ll punish you.” She immediately shifted her gaze downward.
“And where is your beautiful fucktoy, Frederick?” one of the men asked as he brought a glass of white wine to his mouth.
“She’s coming. If I didn’t know you, I’d swear you’re trying to steal her away from me, John.” Frederick laughed, but Rock picked up a hard edge in his laughter.
“She is beautiful,” a portly man said as he patted his woman on the head. “Have you changed your mind about lending her out?”
Frederick’s eyes narrowed. “No, Sebastian. I haven’t.”
As if on cue, a woman with brown hair streaked in golden highlights entered the room. She wore a tight-fitting red dress that hugged all her curves, three-inch-heeled shoes that made her rounded ass higher, and a black collar with metal studs. She walked with elegance over to Frederick. Her long hair hung over the side of her face, and all Rock could see was her ripe body busting out of her dress. When the scent of amber and vanilla ribboned around him, his dick twitched and he cursed under his breath.
“Come here, pet.” Frederick stretched his hand out and smiled when she placed hers into it. He yanked her down to his face, kissed her, and then placed his arm on her shoulders. “Kneel,” he ordered. She immediately dropped to her knees, her head bowed.
Rock watched the lust shine in the eyes of the men seated at the table, and he wished he could see the woman in red’s face.
“It doesn’t seem fair that we lend our whores to you but you keep yours all to yourself.” Sebastian licked his lips as he boldly stared at the woman kneeling next to Frederick.
“You and your slaves signed a contract allowing for lending out. My pet and I did not. However, I may feel generous tonight and let you touch her.”
Rock saw the woman in red jerk at his words. For a split second, Rock wanted to know how she’d ended up kneeling on the floor next to the rich sonofabitch. But he reminded himself it wasn’t his business. The power play between the men and women was something they all wanted.
