Chapter Eleven
The building was downtown this time. A high-rise that soared into the night just blocks from the Faulkner offices. Avery stared at the elevator numbers as they rose to the fortieth floor. She took a long, slow breath that did nothing to quiet her racing pulse. She was doing this again.
She glanced at Carson. He’d been the perfect gentleman since he’d picked her up. Courteous. Polite. His hand rested on the small of her back, tempting her to step closer to him.
And she couldn’t read anything into it.
He looked down at her, that half smile of his appearing. His eyes were almost a smoky blue that matched the color of his tie. “You okay?” His voice rumbled through the small space. That sexy purr deepened the more intimate he became. Had his voice always been like that?
She gave him a small smile back. “Yes. Just nervous.”
He rubbed her back in soothing circles. “The same rules apply. We can leave whenever you want.”
She nodded. The bell dinged their arrival, the doors sliding open on the top floor. A tall man in a gray suit wearing black-framed glasses that matched his hair stood behind the large glass doors. Cummings, Lang & Burns was etched into the glass in large script. Avery had to work to keep her shock from showing. Was she really going to watch sex at one of the most prestigious law firms in the city?
Maybe have sex?
She’d been thinking about that since she’d found Carson’s one-word response to her text. Yes. Yes, he’d fuck her outside of the Boardroom. Would he tonight?
The other man let them in and then stepped into the lobby.
Carson frowned. “You’re not staying?”
The guy shook his head. “Not tonight.” He glanced at his watch. “I’m late for a meeting. Dan is here. Cleaning arrives at midnight.”
Dan? Cleaning? Another wave of nerves settled in Avery’s stomach. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she followed Carson past the empty reception desk and down a hallway lined with closed doors. The lights were dimmed. A sense of déjà vu settled over her. Only this time she knew what she was walking into.
Carson led her into another small conference room. He kept the light off, the moon and skyline providing enough to see by. The view of the Bay Bridge was stunning, and Avery stared at it, a quiet falling over her.
She wanted this—whatever it turned out to be.
“Doubts?” Carson asked. He stood behind her, his presence simmering down her back on a wave of awareness.
“No.” She set her purse on the table, undid her coat. Her nipples pebbled when the cool air hit her bare back. His inhalation was audible, a long drag that said he approved. The dress cut in a swoop to the hollow of her back, exposing a display of flesh she’d be embarrassed to wear outside of this environment. The silky material teased her skin in a caress of sensual expense that ended high on her thigh in front and cut almost to her calves in the back.
His palm slid beneath the low back to glide around her side. Her abdomen contracted, breath holding. Heat raced in the wake of his touch, sinking deep. “Nice choice.” His voice rumbled by her ear.
She basked in his praise, a smile curling her lips. “Thank you.”
He ran his hand up her spine to thread his fingers through the ends of her hair. “So is this.” He lifted the ends only to let them fall in a feather of tickling glides. “It’s as beautiful as I’d imagined.”
Another wave of warmth unfurled in her chest. He’d been thinking about her. Her nerves retreated to a low churn as her own power took over.
She turned in his arms and ran her hands up the lapels of his suit coat. She wasn’t helpless nor was she completely naïve. And damn, how she wanted him. “Should we go?” she asked. She smoothed her palms down his pecs, images of his bare chest springing up. He was fit, that was obvious. Would he have chest hair? A treasure trail?
His soft tumble of laughter was another sultry rumble that did all kinds of strange things to her insides. He ran his fingers up her jaw, appreciation and lust showing. “You are dangerous.” He claimed her mouth in a hard kiss before she could respond.
She froze for an instant, then sank into his demand. He plundered her mouth with a controlling crush that bordered on desperate. It was hard, intense and a little overwhelming until she gave herself over to him. Only then did she lose herself in the hot press of his tongue and reckless abandon.
He wrenched his mouth from hers. “Fuck.” His low curse penetrated the fog that’d overtaken her mind. “We need to go.” He grabbed her hand and led her from the room a moment later.
She was still catching her breath when he opened another door and led her inside. The skyline was the first thing she noticed, a mirror of what she’d seen from the other room. The woman lying facedown over the table, feet on the floor, was the second.
She blinked and followed Carson as he led her to the opposite end of the table, her focus on the woman. The lighting was once again provided by the moon and surrounding city. The shadows lent a mystery to the atmosphere along with a sensuality. She was quickly learning that impressions were more powerful than blatant detail.
The woman’s dark blond hair was draped to the side, her eyes closed. Her arms were spread wide, wrists bound in black straps that disappeared beneath the table. A moan filtered into the room, and Avery’s focus went to the man crouched behind the woman. His hands were braced on her butt cheeks, head moving in an obvious rhythm as he licked her. The woman writhed on the table, her gasps plucking through the room on sharp notes.
Confusion swirled in Avery. The scene was more intense and apparently well underway. The sense of invading something private prickled over her skin in a wave of taboo sinfulness. Wrong but so very right in this room.
Carson rested back on a credenza that ran the length of the wall and guided Avery until she stood between his legs. The woman cried out, hips bucking with the little leverage she could gain.
“Give her what she wants,” Carson said.
The man swatted her ass. The sharp smack rang through the room before it was drowned out by the woman’s cry. Another crack landed on her other ass cheek, the flesh jiggling beneath the impact.
Avery flinched, frowned, understanding hitching over comprehension. She’d asked for more without being specific.
This was definitely more.
She squirmed in Carson’s arms, unease twisting in her chest. He urged her back until she rested against him. Her sigh came out immediately. Trust him. He slid his hand over her stomach, his touch firm, possessive. Her muscles relaxed in increments from her shoulders to her toes.
The guy stood and proceeded to rain a series of solid, hard swats to the woman’s bottom. Each strike vibrated through the room and into Avery. Her breaths shortened, chest rising and falling in time with each strike.
She turned her head toward Carson, eyes still glued to the scene. Doubts swirled, but they collided with her fascination.
“She likes it rougher,” Carson said in her ear.
Avery swallowed. “How rough?” she managed to whisper.
“Nothing more than she wants.” He kissed her jaw, ran his hands over her hips and down her sides.
And how much was that?
The pinched look on the woman’s face morphed to one of pleasure, lips parting, muscles relaxing. Her whimpers turned into moans, her butt thrusting upward as far as she could stretch.
“Please,” the woman said. “More.” She sucked in a breath, squirming in her restraints. “I need more.”
Oh my God. Avery had never witnessed anything close to this. Harsh yet wanting. Wrong and yet so right in this setting.
Carson slipped a hand between them to rub Avery’s bottom. An undeniable ache spread over her ass to reach her pussy as her imagination latched on to the possibilities. She wanted to deny the allure, but couldn’t. Questions raced through her to mix with the illicit intrigue. What did it feel like? How could it be pleasurable?
A sharp pinch to her ass cheek made her jump. She tensed, but clamped her mouth shut on the instant objection that sprang up. Confusion rushed in yet again. The sting spread in hot waves over her cheek before it sunk deep. The shock of it lit up her nerve endings on a contrary note that somehow meshed with the desire already pulsing through her.
How is that possible?
Carson rubbed soothing strokes over Avery’s bottom until the ache morphed into want. But for what? Another bite of pain or pleasure?
She squirmed in Carson’s arms, shoving her hips back in search of a firm touch. Would he know what she wanted when she didn’t?
The guy slowed, landed one more hit, then stopped. The woman sagged to the table, her back heaving with each breath that matched the intense pace of the man’s. The beauty of the visual stunned Avery. There was nothing glorious about it, but she was glued to the erotic savagery of the scene.
A low moan eased from the woman, her eyes fluttering open. Avery was trapped in the unknown once again. Desperate to know what was next, yet uncertain about what was coming.
“Release her.” Carson’s voice broke through the room without warning.
Two shirtless men at the opposite end of the room stepped forward to release the straps from wherever they were tied beneath the table. One had a coat of hair covering his pecs that trickled down to a thin trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his slacks, while the other man was hair-free from his neck to his pants. Three men?
They worked together to turn the woman over. Her soft pants peppered the air. Her eyes were closed, a flush painting her cheeks red.
“Tie her hands over her head.”
The two guys on the sides followed Carson’s direction without a glance their way. Carson had claimed control of the scene the second he’d stepped into the room. The power of that buzzed over Avery. He controlled them all.
Understanding came the moment the two men stepped back to reveal the full picture of the woman on the table. Her arms were stretched over her head, wrists bound, the ends of the long straps draped over the table. Her knees were bent now, legs spread wide. Black stilettos graced her feet, which were braced on the edge of the table.
Avery’s chest tightened, the image before her overlaying with the one from that first night. When she couldn’t look away.
Oh, God. She leaned heavier into Carson, breaths shortening. Had he done this for her? The idea of that sent a wave of heat from her pussy to her breasts.
“Make her come.”
Avery gasped at the same time as the woman on the table. The men dipped their heads almost in unison, one on each breast, the last between her legs. Her back arched in time with her cry. It pierced the air and drove a knife of want into Avery.
Carson slid a hand beneath the back of her dress. Heat spread when he slipped it around to cup her breast as he smoothed his other hand down to grip her mound. Her “yes” was said beneath her breath. He tugged her hard against him, his breaths ragged on her neck. His erection rode that delicious line up the curve of her ass once again. It taunted her with what he wouldn’t give her. Not here at least. But maybe later. Soon.
God, she ached to feel him in her. She shuddered, want clenching her pussy.
He surrounded her, his touch seemingly everywhere. On her breasts, between her legs, up her sides. Her nipples became aching buds beneath his deft fingers, each pinch a cross between too much and not enough. His breath warmed her skin as he kissed and nibbled his way over her shoulder and up her neck.
She silently begged for him to touch her aching clit. She needed relief from the building pressure that centered beneath the sensitive nub. But he avoided it, his fingers grazing over the inside of her thigh, along the crease of her leg, the edge of her thong.
The other woman was lost in passion, mouth parted to release an almost constant stream of moans and whimpers. Her head jerked up, eyes wide for one tense moment before she fell back, a high cry signaling her release.
Carson penetrated Avery at that exact moment. His fingers skimmed beneath her thong to thrust deep, once, twice, again, and she almost lost it too. “Yes.” She trembled, the edge so close. If he would just touch her clit.
“Not you,” Carson whispered. He pulled his fingers away, and she grabbed his wrist to keep his hand there. His rumbled laugh buzzed her neck before he nipped her earlobe. “Not yet.”
Frustration burned where it coiled in her core. She turned her head and attempted to nip his ear right back, but he ducked away. That damn smirk added another level to her annoyance. But pain blazed through her nipple before she could do anything.
She gasped, hunched forward but couldn’t escape it.
Carson twisted the tender tip more, pinched until there was nothing but the pain. It spread through her chest, throbbing in time with her heartbeat. She whimpered and tried to escape his hold, but he held her tight. She clawed at the back of his hand in an attempt to pry it from its hold.
“Breathe, Avery.”
She sucked in a breath, tears forming. “Please,” she begged. The pain was so much worse than a little pinch to her bottom.
“Look at her,” he growled.
She complied with his order without thought. Her head whipped up, her eyes wide. The woman squirmed on the table, her nipples pulled taut and twisted within the fingers of the two men at her sides.
Oh my God. The shared experience both sharpened and numbed the pain. The woman’s back was arched impossibly far, mouth open to release her panting breaths. A mix of pain and pleasure shifted over her features in a confused state of want and rejection Avery understood.
Personally.
She sucked in a ragged breath, thoughts skimmed past the pain to center on the dull buzzing that’d floated in to neutralize what had just been intolerable. How?
Carson released her nipple, and she sagged in his arms. She’d barely processed the relief before he stroked her clit. She arched back, gasping at the shock of pleasure. Her nipple still throbbed, yet it seemed to intensify the desire racing through her. Every nerve ending vibrated with countering responses of good and bad. Right and wrong. Yes and no.
And oddly now, her other nipple ached for the same hard treatment.
“Carson,” she mumbled, lost once again to his deft touch.
“Fuck her,” Carson commanded. Avery’s eyes snapped open. She hadn’t realized they’d closed.
Yes. Please.
Her leg quivered and she tried to widen her stance. “Don’t come,” he said by her ear. “Not yet.”
“Why?” The question came out as both a plea and a demand. She nuzzled his jaw, his woodsy scent triggering another rush of want. She gripped his legs, slid her hands down his thighs, unable to stay still. She couldn’t think of anything but finding release.
A loud grunt followed by a high-pitched “yes” yanked Avery’s attention back to the table. The other people. There were others in the room. Of course.
The bare-chested guy was fucking the woman, his pants shoved down just far enough to free his dick. Long, hard drives that slapped with each impact. He held her hips in place and sank deep with a thrust that jarred her.
“Can you feel that?” Carson asked Avery. He tapped his fingers over her entrance in time with the man’s thrust. The thin piece of her thong provided an annoying barrier, preventing even the little relief of his skin on hers.
The small impacts became magnified by a thousand, need morphed to a blinding hunger. Her pussy clenched around the emptiness he teased her with.
“Each thrust. Every plunge. He’s filling her. Driving her crazy,” he whispered.
“Yes. God, yes.” She didn’t care if the others heard her or if they watched her either. And they were. The two other men at least, who now stood to the sides of the table. Their gazes traveled between the other couple and them. There was no mistaking the lust on their faces or the prominent outlines of their erections beneath their pants.
In that moment, she felt truly decadent. The hunger in the other men’s eyes fed her own growing power that was new and freeing in a way she’d never expected.
Carson traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. Hot waves slid down her chest. “Are you wet?”
He knew she was. “Yes.” So damn wet and ready.
“I can feel it,” he murmured. Yet he didn’t penetrate her. No, he kept up that insistent tapping that created an insane want to be filled, like the woman on the table. Hard, deep drives that would stretch her walls and make the ache go away.
“God, I want you, Carson.” The truth spilled out in a blind tumble of breathy words. “Please. Please fuck me.” She was begging and didn’t care how it sounded. She was focused on one thing right then, and that was getting Carson Haggert’s dick in her.