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Double Trouble

“The Best part of growing up with someone is knowing them like the back of your hand…

My turn bitch!!!”

—Red

I vy hasn’t been the same since Tayden came to town.

She may think I am in the dark about the situation, but I am not the dumb one in this friendship.

Far the fuck from it.

I know something happened between them, and the way her demeanor has changed over the last couple of weeks proves to me they fucked.

She dresses differently, she’s more outspoken, and she certainly has more pep in her step, as if a side of her has finally awakened.

She can try and ice me out, but it won’t work— I know all .

I know they’ve hooked up; the question is whether her pep is from amazing sex or wheels spinning and thoughts of leaving Liam creeping in.

I’m simply just waiting for her to show her cards.

We had an understanding neither of us were to ever touch him.

We made that pact for a fucking reason.

In reality, I wanted no part of her pathetic idea; why refrain from your desires? But she insisted that it would mucky our waters and our relationship if it ever happened.

That it would create great chaos between us.

I know she only feels that because he’s always loved me more than her.

I am everything she is not: powerful, a force, and secure as fuck in my skin.

I know exactly what a man wants just as much, if not more than her, and I’m not afraid of the power my body wields—especially with him.

I love her but have always found her reserve with him pathetic; that of a broken and scared little mousy girl, not the woman she is.

Accepting her ways is not something I have done graciously in our relationship.

Like I get it, I do, but fuck, at some point, she needs to forgive and move on from her past and come into all she can offer to the world.

She is what holds herself back, not what happened to her.

We all have shitty lives, nobody’s childhood is perfect, fuck I get that; boy, do I fucking get it.

I think sometimes better than her.

I’d never tell her that but, one will never stop surviving and start living, experiencing true freedom from your chains until you start chasing your demons instead of allowing them to chase you, forever backing you into a corner.

Hers have kept her locked in a corner our entire friendship.

There’s no healing in running, just more running.

I could have had a real life with Tayden if it wasn’t for her and this stupid pact.

Imagining him and I is like the power couple people fawn over.

Powerful, financially free for generations to come if we chose to have littles, devilish and playful, and the sex, well, it would have been on fire.

Instead, I was damned to spend my years fucking faceless men as he has women.

Cursed searching for him in the pathetic and broken desires of men that deserve no ounce of me.

There is the rarity of the few that do now, but the beginning was rough.

I should have fought harder for that pact to never be written into existence.

That was my mistake, one I won’t make again.

I’m going for what I want, what I have earned, what he and I both deserve.

Fuck the pact.

Fuck the chaos it will cause, fuck it all. My turn bitch .

Red: Hey stranger, what are you doing right this moment? Besides thinking about spreading my legs and tongue fucking me into an alternate universe?

Tayden: Mmhmmm fuck, little flame. I’m in a meeting…. I’d love nothing more than your legs around my face. Promise to suffocate me?

Red: Sexting me in a meeting gives you major points, Mr. Bergess. To play devil’s advocate, since it’s my best role, what are you going to do about it if I don’t?

Tayden: Little flame, I’ve waited my whole life to punish you.

It’s best you be a good girl and do as I say, or else you’ll see a side of me you think you’re ready for but are not.

I promise you there will be no mercy on that pretty little pussy of yours.

Every inch of your body will match your name.

Your mouth, unable to speak, my cock becoming its permanent mouthpiece.

Red: Now you’re just teasing me. You know I prefer being a bad girl. How about we both stop playing and give ourselves what we’ve been thinking about daily and free ourselves for old time’s sake?

Tayden: What do you have in mind, little flame?

Red: Well, since you asked, I’ve been sitting here at the office, thinking there’s only one place to make it perfect…..

Tayden: I’m there….. wherever there is.

Red: I haven’t even told you my crazy idea yet.

Tayden: Either way, I’m there. Do we need the jet?

Red: YES… three words love…… Formula One Race… Tonight. Austin, TX.

Tayden: That was more than three words, babe. Let me finish up some things here. I’ll reach out and have the suite and car prepped for our arrival. Is Ivy coming, too?

Red: EEEEEEKKK fuck yeah. I’ll let Antonio know…I gotta wrap a few things up as well. Hell no, she’s going to hang back. We aren’t seeing eye to eye currently, as I am sure you can imagine. So just us two, well, and Antonio. I’ll actually reach out to him and have him pick me up, then I’ll run home to pack a quick bag, and we’ll meet you at the airfield.

Tayden: Perfect. I’ll send him the details. See you soon, little flame. I love you.

Red: Love you too, Tayden. Don’t forget my punishment. I’ve waited so long for it. I was beginning to think you didn’t want this pretty little pussy anymore.

Tayden: It’s all I want. Full disclosure: I’m not waiting until we arrive.

Red: Mile High it is. See you soon.

Tayden: Be in you soon, little flame.

Fuck is he a king.

My king, my Roman empire.

The only thing that man has ever had missing from his life is a true queen.

Someone to love him for all he is and isn’t.

The right woman to lick his demons and missteps away.

A woman who doesn’t get offended by his shortcomings but caters to his power and ability to climb to the top in all aspects of his life.

If I have any say about it, I will fill that position in his life eventually.

He may think Anastasia is the right choice, as Ivy believes Liam is for her, but they are simply making the easy choice, a calculated one.

Fuck calculations, the heart wants what it wants, and my kitty cat agrees with me.

I don’t give a shit what type of family Anastasia comes from.

There is a difference between crazy because of your last name and crazy because you’ve earned that shit.

I’m the latter; she’s weak.

You can arrange and then rearrange life all fucking day, and in the end, every hurdle comes to the same two conclusions.

Go for it or hide behind it.

I’m done hiding my feelings for Tayden.

It’s time I claimed him since Ivy won’t.

The consequences may be deep, but that’s logistics.

I’ll deal with that when the time comes; until then, I’m ready to fucking play.

My text alert dings, pulling me from my thoughts.

Antonio: I’m here, boss.

Red: Headed down in 5.

Antonio: 10-4

Shutting down the office, I head down the elevator, to meet Antonio, per usual, he is already standing there waiting for me.

“Antonio love, long time no see, friend,” I taunt him.

“Red, always a pleasure.”

Opening the door, he ushers me into the car, closing it behind me. I impatiently wait as he heads around, entering through the driver’s side door.

“Mr. Bergess sent the flight details. The Pennacle first?” he asks.

“Yes, did you already pack before coming since you will be joining us?”

“Yes, ma’am, thank you.” A smile glistens across his face.

“Red, not ma’am. Come on, Antonio. Perfect, I can’t imagine a stranger driving us. The car will be waiting for us at the airport in Austin. I think you may enjoy it more than what you are used to.” I tease him, knowing what Tayden and I have planned.

“Red, my apologies. Oh yeah? What’s that?” Curiosity laced in his words.

“Now, now, Antonio, that would ruin the surprise. Where is the fun in that?” My words intertwined with a laugh as I force his head to sway between my hands, fucking with him. He sure spends a lot of time manicuring his perfectly placed dark strands.

Arriving at the Pennacle, Antonio lets me out so I can run up and pack quickly. Our flight is supposed to leave at six sharp, but luckily for me, Tayden owns it, and I highly doubt he leaves without his little flame.

“I know I’m playing with fire, but my little flame is so sexy when she ignites herself. I can’t resist her—no man can.”—Tayden

I’m an hour late getting to the tarmac.

Endless calls to blame, forcing me to call everyone back to the office last minute.

They dropped the ball, and it could have cost us a massive deal if I couldn’t fix it.

I can’t let shit like that go, no matter how badly I want to race to my little flame.

Luckily, I was still in the office to manage it all.

Moving the bulk of my business to Boston hasn’t been the smoothest transition, trying to get everything shifted over while still handling my lingering deals in Dallas.

Dealing in high-end cars is not a cheap job, nor a forgiving one.

One wrong move and money is lost quickly.I never take too kindly to losing money, especially when it’s caused by an avoidable error.

I didn’t get where I am by taking shortcuts, and I expect my employees to maintain the same practice standards I hold myself to.

Success is simple: fight for it whether you have ten dollars in savings or millions, and when you have millions, remember what it was like when you only had ten.

Never cut corners, never become complacent, and never let the hunger die.

I am a rich man, but I am a starving man regardless of what I possess.

It is how I got to where I am, and my new employees at this office needed that reminder.

My phone vibrates, startling me.

“Hey Carl, sorry for my delayed response. Everything on the Ferrari is finished. I’m forwarding the contract to you now as we speak. I’m leaving town back south for a few days, but as always, my phone is always on if any issues arise for you.”

“Perfect ,Tayden. I appreciate it. I will look over it and, if all is well, have them returned by morning. I’d like to get this done and have her delivered on Tuesday at the latest.”

“I will personally place you on Tuesday’s delivery before I close out here. As long as all the contracts are solid, I see no issue with that timeline. I appreciate your business and understanding as always, talk soon.”

“Cheers.”

Finally, it’s all settled, and my mind is only focused on being burned by my little flame.

Jumping into my Subaru WRX STI, I speed out, bobbing and weaving through traffic in a race to my desires.

The horsepower and the vision of her exquisite body sprawled out before me has my dick throbbing, needing a release only she can give to me.

Fucking intoxicates every particle of my being, thinking of finally getting a taste of her.Arriving, I find the plane awaiting me, the steps the only obstacle between us.

After all these years, it is the lesser of obstacles we’ve faced.

Ivy being our biggest.

Racing up the stairs, I turn to the right, and there she stands, a dirty martini with exactly three olives in her right hand, enamored as I watch her red lips hug the rim.

Her tongue taunting me as she slides an olive off, sucking it in between her lips.

Tilting her back as she takes the remainder of the drink down so effortlessly.

Her throat opening as the liquid trickles down it, wishing it was my cock forcing that motion into play, and it will be very fucking soon.

A red satin corset hugs her curves in all the right places, fabric drapes off her shoulders like curtains.

Her tits resting in her throat, moving with each breath she takes.

The train of her dress flowing down across the floor.

The slit in the fabric trailing all the way up, ending just above her hip bone, a road map to my desired destination exposing those perfectly long, toned legs in full.Saliva builds in my mouth as I picture my tongue running from the tips of her toes, ending where I know she currently pulses for me.

If her legs weren’t crossed right now, I am certain I would have every man’s favorite view.

Red has always been mine, and only mine, unlike Ivy.

I’m aware she’s had her playtime just as I have, but they are never more with her, not like me.

I am all she craves and desires.

Staring at each other, not breaking eye contact, I release the button of my blazer, throwing it off to Antonio, giving him the only signal he needs—to leave now.

“Crawl to me, little flame,” I growl. She tries to pretend like my request didn’t just make her wet. I know this is the side of me she’s craved, making it impossible for her not to fall in line impeccably. I’ve craved this side of her just as much, if not more. She taunts me with defiance in her eyes.

“And what if I don’t?” She pulls for power.

“I said fucking crawl to me. I will not repeat myself again,” I bite.

I watch as she elegantly makes her way down to the carpet, landing on all fours. Her back slowly arches lower, her ass lifting in the air as her eyes penetrate mine, causing my cock to crystallize. His presence visible, his throb needing to be freed. Fuck I need her.

Her high ponytail trails across the floor as she crawls to me.

“Like this, Daddy Bergess” she whispers.

“Just like that, little flame. Fuck, you are such a good girl,” I praise her. Loosening my tie and unhooking my cufflinks, I roll my sleeves back slowly, watching her crawl to me like a lioness in the wild. Fuck, she is a force to be reckoned with, one in which I am about to break. She is free of all restraint, fear, and insecurities. She knows who she is. Goddamn she wears red well.

Looking down at her, she peers up to me, her dark brown eyes as black as the devil’s himself. Her tongue glides across her lips, wetting them, preparing them for me. Her body is asking for her desire to be granted. I give her permission for what she wants. My cock.

“Unbuckle it with your teeth, little flame, and you can have it. No hands,” I challenge her. Within seconds, I can feel her breath against my skin.

“Are you thirsty, little flame?”

“Parched.”

Her lips encase my tip, sliding down my shaft until her mouth is completely filled, my cock curving with the mold of her throat, sending shock waves up my spine. Her breaths muffled by the mouthpiece I just lodged deep in her throat. Twirling her tongue softly, she caresses my shaft, her lips creating the sweetest friction. A growl escapes me, her lips arriving back at my head with short and frequent motions, hums vibrating against me, making me feral. My calves tighten as electricity builds inside me. My hips shift back and forth slowly. Reaching for her ponytail, I thread it between my fingers, getting my leverage for the turbulence to come. Without warning, slamming my cock into the back of her throat with vigorous force. Fuck her lips, I want to fuck her brain. Thrusting harder and harder, her gags feed me like heroin to the veins of an addict.

“Look at me, little flame. I want to watch you choke on my cock,” I demand. She listens so fucking well, such a good fucking girl. Her eyes return to me, and I watch as the saliva starts to drip from the sides of her mouth. My cock penetrates it savagely, drawing sweet gargles from her filthy mouth. Relentlessly, I grab onto her ponytail tighter, forcing myself as deep as I can down her.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well, little flame. You hungry?” She tries to answer, but there is no room for words in her mouth—only me. She will answer only if and when I allow her to.

“I said, are you hungry?” I growl, pulling her hair back, allowing my cock to exit her sweet wet mouth. She looks at me, her lips plump and swollen, her voice cracking. Breathlessly, she manages to quiver a response, “Yes Da—” Before she can finish, I shove my cock back in, her voice now mute. Nothing but moans and gargles fill the plane as I face fuck her with no mercy. “Dinners coming, little flame,” I grunt, slamming her head into my hips faster and harder until my legs lock. My desire has reached its max, as I relieve my ache deep in her throat, not moving an inch, forcing her to choke.

“Swallow all of me, little flame, if you want another breath.” I can hear my come gurgle deep in her throat, and it’s so fucking hot watching her try to swallow it, my cock still stuffing her as she manages to do exactly as she is told.

“Such a good little flame,” I growl.

Releasing her from my grip, our breaths both heavy, I lift her by her chin from her knees. My tongue slips into her mouth as we ravage each other before we both pull away, drinking each other in. A smile appears across her face as she wipes the excess from the corners of her mouth. Opening her pocket mirror, she reapplies her red lipstick. Once finished, she closes the mirror her eyes berating my own.

“Well, hello, my love. Miss me?” she taunts, a laugh trailing off her words.

“You have no fucking idea,” I confirm, sliding my cock back into my pants, securing it with my belt. Pulling her into me, I embrace her in my arms. Her scent fills my nostrils as it has for all these years.

“Champagne?” I ask.

“Got any 1770?” she singsongs.

“Yeah, little flame, I always do for you.” I pour us both a glass as we take a seat to catch up on business as usual.

I love how effortlessly she and I can relate in that aspect because we both have to be fucking wolves in our day-to-day life.

Savages, and she is my perfect little savage.

I know it’s exactly why she hates being in control when it comes to her sexual entanglements.

Women who have power like she does desire to be owned, punished, and sexually freed.

I want to own her.

I want to explore her in all the ways she wants.

My little flame’s mind, though , is ruthless, brilliant, tauntful, and so goddamn sexy.

I understand it, as I am not always in control, either.

We get high playing our power moves against one another, keeping us both fed like plays on a chess board, while being ok with throwing the board across the room and starting over time and time again.

Our game, the same as Ives, has always been through text, but finally, connecting physically for the first time together is a power move we’ve talked about since I can remember.

This round was mine; it’s always been our agreement, and fuck did it feel good to finally grasp it in reality.

Next time, I’m hers.

Transactions—now that we both understand.

It’s all life is—one big fucking transaction.

Fuck, I need another drink.

She and I are certainly going to destroy each other.

Austin is just the venue, and our irresistible desires are the ticking fucking time bomb that inevitably will cause us to implode.