sound more like they could belong to an accountant than Harold, I'm pretty sure they are talking about my father.
“Oh fuck you,” Colin says. “You owe me.”
Soren laughs. “Oh really? And what do I owe you?” his grip around the back of my neck tightens as he realizes I'm doing more listening than pleasuring. “That's it,” he coos softly to me when I return my focus to him. “Good girl.”
I feel my entire body blush because this stranger is standing far too close to us and is no doubt leering down at me, no doubt appraising my technique.
“Well,” Colin says, “You could loan me your girl for a night. That might make up for it.”
I tense, and for a moment I'm actually afraid Soren might agree to this. Even though I'm sure Dayne and Griffin would put a stop to it. Even though I'm wearing the gold collar that's supposed to protect me. Even though I know how possessive Soren is.
Soren laughs. “If that little business of yours doesn't work out, you could go into comedy.”
“The little business that sits higher on the Forbes list than yours? Okay, Soren. I'm sure your stockholders would love to know about this arrangement you have. Can you afford the scandal? Can she?”
There's silence for what feels like forever where I assume there's some hostile manly stare down going on. Finally Soren says... “I could get you something. Something soft and sweet, and you can keep her forever. With conditions of course.”
“I'm intrigued.”
“Give me a few weeks to arrange it. I'll have my bulldog secretary set up a meeting.”
While I didn't hear Colin come up on the platform, I do hear him leave. My mind is spinning trying to figure out what Soren plans to give this dirtbag to keep him quiet.
When he comes, I'm so distracted I don't swallow. In truth I can't believe he managed to keep a hard-on during that tense discussion, but maybe it was the thrill of his frenemy watching him getting his cock sucked by a woman he wanted to borrow.
Soren puts his fingers under my chin and raises my gaze to his. “Stand up. Now.” His order is harsh, even harsh for him. It calls both Griffin and Dayne's attention when I stand.
“What's going on?” Griffin says. Dayne is standing too, now.
“I'm going to punish her.”
“What the fuck for?”
He raises my face to show Griffin and Dayne the evidence of my crime.
“No. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but you're not taking whatever shit you've got going on out on Livia,” Griffin says.
“You were the one who wanted a trade,” Soren says. “This is mine. Do you want to trade back?”
Trade what for what? I have no idea what deal is going on behind-the-scenes with these two, or what they've been bartering that has to do with me. And then I can't take it anymore. I just crumple to the ground and start sobbing, just like the first night in the tub. Then one of them is on the ground with me, holding and rocking me.
I think it must be Dayne or Griffin, but it's Soren's voice in my ear. “I'm sorry. Griffin's right. I can't punish you when I'm angry. I'm not even angry at you. It's that dipshit, Colin.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my head.
Griffin shows up a few minutes later with a warm wet washcloth and cleans me up. The mood, my arousal, everything is ruined. And this is the last night of the trip. I know they wanted to do things with me here at the party. And there's a part of me that wanted to do those things too. I was just getting to the point where I felt like I could trust them to start exploring these fantasies. These are my fantasies. It's not just theirs. I'm not just their puppet being forced along to obey whatever. I get off on this too. I don't like to admit that to myself but I do.
“Come on, let's go back to the house,” Soren says.
I shake my head. “No, we were going to... do things, and it's our last night here.”
“It's not the end of the world,” Dayne says. “We've each got some work we have to get caught up on, but we were planning on coming back in a couple of months. We could stay longer then. There's plenty of time for this.”
I take a long look around. Despite what felt like the hugest drama