Page 17 of Ever After
I move on to Nick’s accounts. He has several businesses, including some that are not exactly cookie cutter clean—high end strip clubs located outside of the city limits. I bet the board of stockholders turns a blind eye because they enjoy the benefits of the company owning these establishments. I’ve researched these joints enough, and all of them are legitimate businesses. They pay their taxes and their employees, just like anyone else. They just happen to be brothels.
It’s a fine line they walk. I call it a brothel, while they call it a classy strip club. How ever you slice and dice it, someone’s getting paid to take their clothes off. The only one that doesn’t exist anywhere isEver After. I’ve seen the name listed once in the two years of financial history I’ve searched through, but never again. The address is the same asTemptress,and I’ve always assumed it was a name change.
What if I’ve been looking at this wrong the entire time?
Chapter Nine
Finley
I’m lying in Grayson’s large, plush bed, and his hands are gliding down the sides of my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long. Please, don’t make me wait anymore,” he purrs. He nibbles my ear and peppers kisses down my neck, moving toward my taut nipples. He flicks his tongue over one and continues lower, stroking a fire deep within.
“Grayson,” I moan, pressing my chest into his waiting hands. “Please,” I beg. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
He kisses down my stomach and stops when he reaches my soaked panties. He looks up at me, asking for permission with his large, lust filled, blue eyes. I buck my hips up, giving him what he desires, and he pushes my panties to the side to plunge two fingers into me.
I pull my eyebrows together. This isn’t right. I’ve wanted this for so long, and it should feel good. His touch usually sends heat to my core. His hands should be strong yet gentle.
The bright light of his room fades to darkness, and my naked body shakes from the chill in the air. The fingers are real, but they don’t belong to Grayson. I pull at my arms and try to kick my legs, but they won’t move. I try to scream, but there’s a gag in my mouth. Only muffled noises make it past as I beg for him to stop.
My struggles earn me a dark chuckle as he continues his assault. “You’re going to come around my fingers.”
“No,” I yell, the word distorted around the gag. Tears stream down my cheeks, pooling on the dirty pillow beneath my head.
“The more you fight it, the longer it’ll take, and the more punishment you’ll receive.”
He shifts his weight, and his clothes rustle, then a loud hum starts. He places the buzzing toy directly on my clit, and my hips buck up toward him.
“That’s right. Take it. I’ll force this orgasm from you one way or another.”
The only way he is going to stop is if I give him what he wants. I push down my tears, close my eyes, and imagine it’s Grayson. I picture his nice, comfortable bed, his beautiful blue eyes, and hair just long enough for me to dig my fingers through it and give a small tug.
He turns the speed on the vibrator up another notch, and I’m bucking my hips like crazy. I feel a tightening in my lower abdomen, and I pull at the restraints, my involuntary moan of ecstasy muffled by the gag.
“That’s right, take it. Stop fighting. Give your body what it wants.”
He turns it up one more notch, and I’m coming hard around his fingers, my body convulsing around him. I breathe hard and try with desperation to close my legs or push the vibrator off of me.
Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he moans around them, sucking them clean. “Oh, you’re going to make someone very happy. For fighting me, you’re going to give me another one. I want the sound of this vibrator alone to make you come.”
He turns up the speed on the vibrator again, and within a minute, I’m bucking my hips up, panting, needing to find relief. My body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and I feel a droplet slide down my neck and onto the mattress below me. If I could talk, I know I’d be a mumbling mess. The sensations are too much, and my body reacts on its own. My second orgasm rips through me, stronger than the first.
I lay completely limp on the mattress, ashamed at my body’s willingness to give in, hoping he’s done and will leave me alone. My stomach growls with hunger as he puts the toy away.
“I’m going to take the gag out of your mouth to give you water. You’re not going to say or do anything. Nod if you agree.”
I nod my head in agreement, fighting a pang of fear as it settles deep within me. He crawls over my body, his legs straddling my chest. Thank God, it’s dark in here, sans the flashlight in the corner. I don’t want to see more of him than I have to. He reaches his hands behind my head, wrapping his fingers around my blonde locks to move them out of the way, and unbuckles the gag before pulling it away from my face. I close my mouth and wince at the bite of pain on the corners of my lips.
He’s so close that I’d expect him to smell as dirty and musty as this horrid cell, but he smells clean. I get a whiff of his after shave as he helps me lift my head.
“Drink.”
I raise my head as he tips the water bottle toward my parched lips, and I guzzle as much as I can in the position I’m in. A fair amount of it falls down the side of my mouth and pools behind my ears.
“No food until tomorrow. You lost that privilege. Do you understand?”
I slowly nod my head, avoiding his gaze. He slaps me across the face, and I stare at the wall next to me, refusing to look at him again.