The party was already in full swing by the time I arrived, and my patience pushed almost to the breaking point. I’d wanted to be early enough to keep Emily in site from the very beginning. But Ben had called me in to help him manage one of Sutton’s problems. Pamela, the girl in the pink Prada heels from weeks ago. The daughter of the fucking senator…

“Word’s gotten around this time,” Ben said quietly. “And he still went on with this…” We were standing in a quiet spot on the second floor landing. From there, we could overlook most of the entire first floor. Emily’s Bacchus masterpiece stood in the center on an ornate table decorated with heaping grapes and tangled floral vines. Wine flowed from the goblet in his hand into a pool at his feet. His sculpted features smiled, leering at the guests as they filled their glasses. And lining the circular foyer like a backdrop were nude young women, standing like statues, their bodies highlighted in glittering gold paint, They too, were draped with garlands and grapes, but they were warm, living… I watched one of the guests reach out and cup a round breast.

“He doesn’t care, Ben,” I said. “He never did. And short of barring the doors, we couldn’t stop him tonight. But I’ll tell you this. I’m only here to keep Sutton from making things any worse than they already are.”

Ben shook his head, looking as disturbed as I felt. “Just like you, Chase, I’m done with this shit…”

“So we’ll do what we can to keep Sutt contained,” I answered, nodding. “I’m putting… pressure… on Jason, to end the wagers.”

“Blackmail, you mean…?”

“Whatever works,” I replied. “He’s already backed down.”

We shifted out of the way as a couple made their way past us to find an empty bedroom. The girl’s top was unbuttoned to the waist and her breasts spilled out, jiggling as she stumbled by. “If they want to have fucking orgies, we can’t stop them. But the competition, the game… and the wagering have got to stop.” The couple disappeared, not bothering to close the door behind them. “I haven’t said anything yet, but I’m working on a contract to buy Sutton out of Envisager. Let him live his life however he chooses, but I don’t want his choices putting the company at risk anymore. Not one more day.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m behind you,” Ben said. “I just hope we can wrap this evening up tonight without any more crises to handle. I know your honesty went a long way with Pam, but she was still pretty upset…”

“Just keep your eye on Sutton,” I replied. “Do what it takes to keep him from fucking up tonight.” I felt a rising sense of urgency inside, disturbed that I hadn’t yet seen Emily. I looked down at the throng of dancers and the couples who’d moved toward the corners of the huge room. Some of them fucked discreetly… some of them displayed their pleasure for all to see. There was a woman kneeling by Emily’s centerpiece, sucking a man’s bared cock… smears of gold paint glittered from his loins… and her face…

“But one thing has to come first…”

* * *

When I found her, she was wearing that fucking hot little outfit she’d had on the first time I’d seen her. Lacey frills just skimming the sweep of her ass… and the same black net stocking made my fingers itch to tear them off. She was standing at the end of a short hallway with a tray in her hands. The drinks on it tipped precariously. All her attention was focused on something only she could see. I took a few more steps and looked through the open doorway. I was only a few feet behind her, but she stood riveted, unaware.

Sutton had a new girl with him… a redhead this time. She was nude except for the thin leather strap that bound her wrists. Sutton had tied her hands to the top of one of the polished wooden posts of the heavily carved bed. Her back was to him and deeply arched. She leaned her chest against the post, her heavy breasts straddling the ribbed wood, as he held her by the hips and drove himself into her from behind, over and over again. I heard Emily’s breath catch in her throat as Sutton lifted the girl by the knees. He drew her body up tight like a bow, spreading her legs wide. He gripped her, using her legs as levers to lift her body up and down on his cock. Her entire weight was suspended by her wrists and his dick. It looked impossible…

“Emi…,” I put a hand around her to steady her, anticipating the jolt that ran through her body at the sound of my voice, so close behind her. “Come… please… Come with me…”

I took the tray from her and put it down on a narrow table. Her eyes were huge, no doubt from what she’d just witnessed, as well as from the shock of getting caught. But she let me lead her into a short, dark hall. At its end, a pair of black wrought iron doors opened to a small balcony. I led her out under the night sky. Stars sprinkled the sky like diamonds, flickering with color… watching us…

“I wasn’t sure I’d see you again,” she began. She smiled up at me and I could see her lips quivering with the effort. “I’m glad to have the chance to apologize,” she went on. “The alcohol’s a poor excuse, I know… But I’ve never done anything that before.” She looked down, then back up to me, her brows furrowed. “The last thing I wanted to do was offend…”

I pulled her to me, molding her body to me, crushing her mouth with mine. I burned a trail of kisses down her throat, tasting the sugary dust on her skin. “I told you once I’m no fucking gentleman,” I ground out. “And there’s nothing that could make me stop wanting you…” I lifted one of her legs by the knee and wrapped it around my hip. She sucked a shivery breath through her teeth and the sound cut deep inside me. “I couldn’t fucking take advantage,” I said, my own words coming out rough and breathless. “But I do want you, Em…

Now… more than ever…”

She made a sound in her throat, like sweet relief mixed with desperation. Then she leaned into me and the last of my good intentions fled. Desperate, needing to see her skin, I pushed her luscious breasts up, until rosy pink nipples popped over the top of her neckline. Her bodice was tight and held her up high, pushing the her breasts together and making them even rounder. They spilled out, creamy and sweet, quivering with her movements. I groaned, unable to hold back and took each hard peak into my mouth, rolling and sucking each in its turn until she was moaning as well. When she wrapped her legs tight around me, I lifted her ass, resting her on the balcony rail. I reached to the heat between her legs, pausing only long enough to look in her eyes. It lasted only a second, but it was the only chance I had left to give her… one last chance for her to stop this. Her stockings stopped at the very top of her thighs. There was nothing but a thin layer of lace covering her…

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “I couldn’t bear it… not now…”

She wrapped her arms around my neck as I freed myself. A second later, lace pushed aside, I was buried inside her. Hard and huge, but slippery wet, I’d hilted myself in a single strong thrust. My mouth was on hers swallowing the cry she made… and her whole body shuddered, working to take my length and girth. I waited until I felt her breathe… That’s when I drew a long stroke back, only to push back in again…

“God… Chase… oh, god…,” she was gasped, frantic. She was tight inside. Sweet and hot and tight…

I heard voices below us, on the deck, and took her hips in my hands, pulling her against me. I lifted her away from the balcony, away from prying eyes… and pressed her back to the wall of the house. She wrapped her heels around my waist and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to have her alone, all to myself, up at the cabin. And then she moaned again… and writhed on my rock hard shaft… “Fuck me…,” she whispered against my ear, unleashing the fury of my own pent-up needs.

She clutched at my back, digging her nails into my back as I drove into her. I felt her pussy clench my cock, driving us both to the edge in the same instant. It was fast and it was powerful. One last hard thrust and she held me tight, squeezing me as I emptied myself into her. We rocked together, our faces buried in each other’s shoulders, muffling the sounds of driven ecstasy as we came…

But from somewhere far below us, another voice rose up… shrill and furious. I lifted my head, still lost in the last waves of orgasm. I looked into Emi’s sweet, innocent eyes and recognized…

Pamela’s voice. She had lost all control. And she had come to make good on her threats. She had come to tell the truth. And I knew in a single second,

the game was up.