Killing The Sun: Part 1 Page 7

  The shoes were too much. More expensive than anything I’d ever touched. They were probably worth more than my childhood home. I crossed my legs, staring at them, and snuggled into his shoulder.

  “Where are we going?”

  “A bar with a private room, where I can keep you to myself.”

  “Aren’t your friends coming?”

  “Those three are brothers to me, Sunshine. Family. I’d like you to remember that.”

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  “Nothing at all. I’m just letting you into my life.”

  I swooned at those words. They made me feel so special.

  He took a phone call and shouted clipped instructions at whoever it was, then pulled my leg over his lap as he barked out sharp orders and gently ran the tips of his fingers up and down the sensitive skin on my inner thigh. He was an incongruous man.

  “Who was that?” I asked as soon as he hung up.

  “My secretary.”

  “Leslie from the office?”

  “My home secretary, who pisses me off. I’d rather not talk about it.”

  “Okay,” I said, worrying a piece of hair around my finger.

  “Get that ripe peach ass of yours in my lap where it belongs,” he snapped. I slid into his lap and he kissed me, milking all of the apprehension and doubt out of my system.

  There was nothing subtle about his rock-hard erection pressing into my cheeks. I turned him on—I really turned him on—and never in my life had I known such a powerful feeling.

  I stumbled on a cobblestone when we exited the car; his strong hand flew to my hip to steady me. He left it there as we walked. There seemed to be two distinct sides to Danny. He was stern and demanding, but soothing and protective. His grip on me tightened as we neared the entrance. A private club. Members only. We were whisked right in by a man clad all in black and sporting an earpiece.

  The club was lavish, with dark curtains, brass accents and sconces made to look like burning lanterns. There were no club kids, no trannies, no twenty-something trust funders blowing through cash like it was play money. Just a lot of businessmen dressed formally in suits, drinking snifters of brandy or sipping aged scotch while they smoked cigars. The place was a bastion of old wealth, those deep overflowing pockets that funded universities or bought and sold giant companies like cupcakes at a school bake sale.

  “This way, Sunshine,” he said. There had been silence in the room since the moment we stepped in. Business men sizing me up like I was a heifer at a rodeo auction. Danny’s hands traced lower as we walked, maybe to send a signal that I was hands off. They no longer aimed for ownership of my hip—Danny’s hands openly commanded my butt. I liked his possessiveness, it turned me on. It actually made me feel like I was important.

  “Cedar Room,” he said to a bouncer standing at a podium. Danny flipped out a black Amex and it tinged on the silver plate as it made contact.

  “The others will be joining us shortly, as soon as they get their dates. Have them bring in a full bar. I don’t want any empty glasses. I expect everybody will be kept happy.”

  I gawked at his authority, his ease with handing out orders to strangers like a drill sergeant. His jaw sharp, the angles of his face cut in shadows. His eyes managed to gleam with enthusiasm and danger even while his face and demeanor remained relaxed. My stomach quivered with excitement. It’s me, Aimee, I’m the one who turns him on.

  His expressive brow with a dashing pointed arch shot up in concern when he saw the deep flush in my face.

  “Are you okay with other girls coming? Say the word and we’re out.”

  My flush was from thinking dirty thoughts, not from chickening out.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, genuinely confused by his question.

  “Because they didn’t run home to pick up their wives, Sunshine. They’re out grabbing escorts.”

  “Prostitutes?” I asked, blushing at the word.

  “Professionals, my sweet girl. But yes, they suck and fuck for cash.”

  We drank champagne together on a loveseat in a dark corner. My inhibitions fizzled and disappeared again along with the champagne bubbles. Somehow I already felt so close to Danny, like we were two best friends with a secret. This might have been date three or four. Maybe six at the most.

  When the other women arrived I couldn’t help but feel some nausea along with the excitement. They were all drop-dead gorgeous, with figures like Victoria’s Secret models. They drank and slow danced with Danny’s “brothers” in their high heels and evening dresses. It was all kind of elegant; there was some kissing and petting but for all intents and purposes, we could have been at a fancy, albeit racy, dinner party.

  Two young men in suits and bowties entered and began to set up a long table with cards and chips.

  “Do you like to gamble?”

  I shook my head. “My dad was addicted.”

  “Well, that’s only a bad addiction if you can’t afford it. Sunshine, trust me when I tell you that financially, there is nothing to worry about.”

  “I’m not worried about you. You own Montclair. I worry about myself—just conditioning, I guess. I would never willingly give up my hard-earned cash on blackjack.”

  “Aimee, I meant you have nothing to worry about. My wealth is yours. I need someone to share it with.”

  I stared at Danny with my mouth open, unable to form an answer. I grew up poor. Dirt poor. There was dog shit. There were rodents. Danny couldn’t possibly understand the emotional scope of what wealth meant to me.

  He wasn’t asking me to marry him or even to be his girlfriend. He didn’t seem to have any motive and he already knew that I’d sleep with him. In fact, he didn’t stand to gain a single solitary thing from a relationship with me—unless you count a very loyal and devoted partner. Maybe that was all he wanted? So that was what I’d be.

  Once the table was set up all eight of us took seats. Danny whispered the rules to me as I watched him cream everyone with his first hand; all of the chips were pushed our way.

  “Sometimes we gamble for girls or on a special night we’ll gamble our cars,” Danny said with a smile as he touched my arm.

  The girls weren’t gambling. The brunette was checking her phone. One of the blondes reapplied gloss to her perfect lips and the other looked to be giving Tony a hand job under the table. I averted my eyes.

  “Would you be gambling for these women if I weren’t here?” I couldn’t help the jealousy. It crept in like a swiftly moving brushfire, quickly pin-pricking up my limbs.

  Danny set his cards down and turned all the way to look at me.

  “Sunshine, if I wanted one of those women, believe me, I’d have one. Get over here,” he said and tugged my arm, lifting me into his lap. My back was to the table and he pulled my leg over so that I was straddling his lap.

  “Forfeit,” he said frankly and pushed away the chips.

  Tony let out a spew of curse-words, not because we were quitting but because he was close to orgasm.

  “Well, they’re beautiful and I’m average. They are probably great at sex and I’m an amateur. You don’t have to give them a job or get them an apartment. No strings attached. Do you have sex with girls like these on the nights you can’t go out with me?”

  All of my fears were laid bare on the table. I gave him a million reasons to run far, far away from me.

  “Sunshine, you are exactly what I want. You’re all I want,” Danny said. His hands cradled my face, but held it in place so that I had nowhere else to look but in his eyes. “I get everything I need from you. I don’t need to go outside our relationship.”

  “You might be the only person who’s ever thought I was good enough.”

  He kissed me hard and demanding, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I could see in my peripheral vision that the brunette girl had stripped down; she was completely naked and Tony was licking the nipples on her large, round, perky breasts.

  “Do you like to watch them?” Danny ask
ed.

  I nodded my head before I could even think about formulating a more chaste answer.

  “Tony is about to stick his cock in her, look.”

  I turned my head and the brunette was standing stark naked, spreading the lips of her pussy apart. Tony shucked his pants and his cock dropped out hard and long, the base much fatter than the tip. The brunette sunk to her knees and took his entire length down her throat. Then she stuck out her tongue to lick his balls with his whole penis disappearing into her mouth. Oh God, they are professionals. These men are used to getting expert blowjobs. The brunette’s hair played on his thighs while Tony thrust forward into her mouth.

  He grabbed her hair and used it to move her head to the rhythm he liked. I was stunned at how brutal it seemed, yet how hot it looked with her at his mercy. Then suddenly Tony looked up.

  I made eye contact for a second, then quickly looked down as my face burned a deep scarlet.

  “Aimee,” Tony said and I kept my eyes cast down.

  “Look at him,” Danny barked, and my eyes shot up to meet his.

  Tony’s eyes were half closed in lust. He didn’t stop thrusting his hips, using the brunette’s mouth as if it were his own personal fuck toy. She wasn’t a person to him, just a hole he could come in.

  “Do you like what you see?” Tony asked. His lips were wet at the corners, making them appear red in the dim lights. He was drooling while getting his cock sucked. It reminded me of vampires. I had a sudden inkling that maybe Tony was a bad guy.

  I nodded my head, because although apprehensive, the scene before me was turning me on.

  “Are you wet?” Danny asked frankly into my ear. His five o’clock shadow tickled my cheek. He smelled of money, rare liquor, cigars; even the sex in the room smelled expensive.

  I nodded my head, and pulled my attention back to Danny. “Yes,” I gasped and my eyes searched his for direction.

  “Show me,” he demanded.

  I took his hand from right above my knee, guiding it along my thigh, then pulled it under my dress and placed his fingertips right across my hot center. My whole body was shaking. I’d never been so bold—never so overtly sexual.

  “This is infinitely more precious than that,” he said, massaging my sensitive lips through my panties and jerking his head in the direction of the brunette. “Some things you can just buy, other things you have to earn.”

  “Take your dress off,” Tony said.

  My head jerked in his direction; he was still getting sucked off. His cock was huge, the veins bulging.

  I looked back at Danny and he nodded his head once. Using both of my hands in a swift motion, I pulled my dress over my head and tossed it to the side. It fluttered to the floor, a cast-off, not needed for whatever I was about to embark on.

  “Let’s see those big tits,” Tony said, his eyes wide, scanning over my body.

  “I love your breasts,” Danny whispered as his arms slid around my back and he undid the clasp.

  They tumbled free. Huge tits. The biggest pain in my ass, but historically, my greatest weapon when it came to men.

  Danny lifted them to his mouth and kissed my nipples, then stroked them into hard, attentive receptors with his tongue. He suckled my breast and his hands came to rest right at the curve where my ass met my lower back.

  “You sharing, Danny boy?” Tony asked.

  “Of course,” Danny replied, stone-faced. He sounded so polite. All of the skin on my body prickled with those words.

  Tony backed up, his dick springing free from her mouth. The brunette pouted, pulled herself up onto his chair and immediately grabbed her phone.

  “Lean back on the table, Sunshine,” Danny commanded softly. “Just tell me if you don’t like something.”

  Tony walked over to me, his huge cock now hanging at a forty-five-degree angle. I wondered if it was a test and I was supposed to reject Tony to prove my loyalty to Danny. Or if I was supposed to suck Tony off like the brunette did to prove my loyalty to his “family.”

  “Wait,” Tony said and pulled the tie from the collar of his discarded suit. “Put your hands behind your back,” he said coldly, and Danny just nodded his head at me.

  I brought my wrists together and Tony bound them loosely. It wasn’t a bind I couldn’t get out of, more symbolic than substantive. I heard gasping to my right and my head jerked around to the sound. One of the blondes was riding Sal’s cock, bouncing up and down, her hands behind her back like mine, bound with her own red satin panties. Her breasts were small and pink and they shook rapidly as Sal’s thighs slapped against hers, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Either that, or she was a spectacular actress.

  “Sunshine, lie down,” Danny said and pushed lightly against my stomach. I leaned back on the cold mahogany and I swore everyone in the room could hear my heartbeat. “Keep your legs apart,” Danny ordered and I felt a flush of heat. I knew I was drenched from arousal and my white panties were completely see-through because of it.

  I was able to keep my elbows bent so that I was propped up enough to see everyone.

  “Fuck me! Sweet enough to take a picture,” Tony said, leaning over me and capturing my mouth. His tongue invaded and I froze, not knowing whether or not I was supposed to kiss him back.

  “Do what makes your body feel good, Sunshine. I’m not playing games, just discovering what you like.”

  Even though I was petrified, Danny’s words reassured me and I relaxed into Tony’s kiss and let him explore my mouth. I felt Danny’s hands take the waistband of my cotton panties and he gently tugged them down my thighs. I was dripping wet, with an aching in my core like I’d never felt before.

  Tony licked a trail from my lips to my pebbled nipples; he took one in his hot mouth and when he started to suck, a groan escaped me. I felt like I could have an orgasm without any stimulation other than my breasts and my mouth. Tony licked across my breastbone and greedily took my other nipple. His weight fell across my body and I could feel the heat of his penis where it touched my thigh. So huge and thick—my mouth watered from remembering the brunette gorging herself on it.

  “I’m gonna move you up, Sunshine. I don’t want to hurt your back,” he said.

  Danny’s arms came up under my ass and he lifted me, scooting me back on the table. My arms started to fatigue but it was hard to concentrate on anything other than my nipples. Tony was an expert in bringing the sensation almost to pain and then switching to the other, the one not in his mouth immediately aching for his return. We were both completely naked and he’d wedged himself between my thighs, the weight of his cock sitting heavily on my pubic bone. I was doing everything I could not to grind into him.

  “Danny, I want to fuck this bitch,” Tony said and his hand slid down my side and dove right between my legs. I bucked up in surprise at both his words and audacity.

  “Damn, you are wet for me,” he said as he dragged all four fingers through my lips. “Danny, your girl wants me. Just get a load of this pussy juice.” He took his hand back and licked my slickness off of all four of his fingers. He was a vampire and I was terrified that my newly acquired boyfriend was about to give him permission to devour me. I could tell that this guy Tony would suck the very life out of me.

  My elbows and biceps ached from the bind and my core gushed more wetness with Tony’s words even though I didn’t want him to be right. I was pretty sure I was in love with Danny, but apparently my body had become indiscriminate when it came to wanting cock.

  “Ask her,” Danny said, his expression unreadable.

  “Aimee, can I fuck you?” Tony asked, never lifting his lips from my nipple.

  Using my last shred of dignity, I furiously shook my head no. I cried out because my arms hurt and I was so confused as to what Danny wanted me to do.

  “Only Danny,” I whispered, tears slipping down my cheeks.

  “Cock tease,” Tony said, slapping my hip with a not-so-playful spank.

  “Good choice,” Danny said as he towered over me and unzi
pped his pants. His engorged cock fell out and in one swift movement he was hovering over me and then he was inside me to the hilt.

  “You said you weren’t playing games,” I said breathlessly as Danny fucked into me hard.

  “No games. But I do like that your pussy still recognizes it’s mine even when presented with other options. My cock doesn’t want to fuck whores and apparently, your pussy knows its master.”

  I came, as hard as I’d ever come, prostrate on the table, squirming and panting and getting fucked in front of all of them.

  Akhil sends me back the files and he’s reorganized the tabs to the point where my head hurts. I don’t know how he makes it come out flush every time—I guess that’s why he’s the boss and I’m just his assistant. He tells me to submit everything and gives me a new project, but as usual, I keep track of the real numbers. I’m about to go into a meeting when Danny calls. I put the phone on speaker.

  “My office.”

  “I’ve got a meeting with the whole group. Tax time, boss. It’s important.”

  “Fuck them. My office,” he says and hangs up the phone. I sigh and cringe at telling Akhil. I’ll give him some dumb excuse but he’ll know exactly where I’m going and what I’ll be doing there.

  I’m wearing a short skirt and silk blouse, with a black thong and a black lace bra that barely does its job. My clothes will be in a pile on the floor soon. I don’t know why I even bother getting dressed for work; I should just come in my bathrobe.

  I walk into Danny’s office and he lifts his eyes from his computer screen. By the time I’ve turned back around from closing the door, he’s standing and unzipping his pants.

  “Get on the floor and crawl over to me.”

  So much for thinking it was just something he needed to get out of his system. Danny has changed how he deals with me. He no longer treats me like his girlfriend; he treats me like a hooker and acts like he’s making sure to get his every penny’s worth. The sad part is, I think he acted more respectfully toward the hookers at the club.