Page 19 of Beauty & Chaos

She’s obedient, of course, because this is my fantasy. I smirk while I keep yanking my cock, knowing that in real life, Brooklyn would likely argue with me. Something about milking being inaccurate because men don’t produce a protein or some shit.

I’d say it was more life-giving than protein, for obvious reasons...

God, maybe sex would be impossible with her unless she was gagged. Happy to do that.

Love a good gag on a mouthy woman.

Apparently, I like mouthy, intelligent women too.

Just one...just that one.

I feel a hand slide up my thigh and a weight between my legs.

“Hey baby.”

My eyes fly open and dart to the woman then to the VIP entrance. One of the security guys shoots me an apologetic glance.

It’s not his fault.

There are a number of pre-approved people including Maddox, Parker, Zayne, and Killian, and a dozen women who can come and go from this area.

“Want a hand with that?” Shiloh, who is a submissive,asks me.

No.

...maybe.

I grab her face. “Open your mouth,” I order, and she does so as her eyes glisten with pleasure.

Closing my eyes once more, I return to Brooklyn on her knees and pretend it’s her around my shaft as she presses her fingers through her folds and inside herself.

Fucking sexy.

Shiloh’s mouth tightens around my cock as she sucks faster, drawing my orgasm out of me. I imagine Brooklyn’s blonde hair wrapped around my hand, her moans egging me on. When her bright blue eyes meet mine, holy fucking shit, I’m at the edge and ready to blow.

Shiloh moans and her breasts press against my thighs, pulling me out of my fantasy.

No. I’m not done.

“That’s my good girl, now lick your fingers and taste your pleasure. That I’ve given you.” I tell Brooklyn as she lifts her hand, and my dick pops out of her mouth.

Then she seductively glides her fingers over her tongue like she’s been a whore most of her life and knows exactly what’s she’s doing.

Motherfucker.

I snap my eyes open and grip Shiloh’s face.

“Take my cum,” I rasp just as my orgasm explodes out the end of my cock. Her tongue flaps around, lapping as much of it as she can, swallowing like a good girl.

I run my hand over her cheek, but all I see is Brooklyn gazing back at me like I’m her knight in shining armor willing to spread herself out for my pleasure.

I doubt that fantasy is going to come true. She’ll fight to contain control even if I do fuck her.

Regardless, my goal remains the same. She is a tool to tear my father down off his pedestal and show the world who he really is. That she started it before I discovered her is a bonus. Now I’ll encourage her along while manipulating her into going further than she might have.

Once I share with her what I know...lived...her journalistic nature is going to kick in. She won’t be able to let it go.

First, and with some speed, I will work my way into her life.