Page 23 of Vicious Little Games

I always thought that as the woman, I would have all the power when it came to the men I was sleeping with. I assumed I would have a say in the when and where. But that’s never been the case so far. It’s like I’m completely powerless, and I hate it. Sex is nothing like I thought it would be. So far, I’ve only felt weak and helpless, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to that feeling. All I can do is hope it gets better, eventually.

The next few nights are as boring as the previous ones. I train with Saul and soak up some sun, but there’s no sign of my pain in the ass stepbrother and no family dinners either. Curious to see if he had a falling out with Vanessa and left, I check the bedroom on the second floor and find his things are still there. I guess he’s just been busy with friends or out picking up women. I bet he’s lost count of how many he’s slept with, just constantly going from one to the next because he can thanks to his looks, his charm, and his big dick.

Speaking of dick, I am in desperate need of some.

Matt wasn’t on the schedule until three long nights after Lowell’s last shift. By then I was horny as hell.

I need to get fucked, to get my mind off of a certain cocky asshole and his body parts.

But when Matt messages me on his first night back on the night shift, it doesn’t look like I’ll be getting railed tonight either.

Matt: I missed your sexy mouth.

Me: So, does that mean you’re coming to my room tonight? I ask, wanting to make sure we’re on the same page so I don’t have to stay up late again waiting and wondering. We have to be careful since my stepbrother is staying here and he’s a nosy bastard.

Matt: Oh shit. In that case, meet me in the pantry at midnight.

Me: The pantry?

Matt: If he sees me in the kitchen on the third floor, I can say I was making a snack. I want you on your knees, ready and waiting for me.

As if Cole would ever believe that. Still, I send him back: Fine, you can fuck my mouth tonight but next time I want you to bend me over.

Matt: Deal.

I’m not ashamed of the fact that I enjoy having sex with two different guards, or that I even enjoy sucking cock. My options of men are limited, and besides, sneaking around is fun. I know that if we get caught, my father will take it out on the guards, not me. They’re the ones risking their lives, so I don’t mind giving them pleasure more often than I receive it.

The late-night hookups started back when I first started training with the guards. They really didn’t like that I could kick their asses on the mats even though they were bigger and stronger. Late one night when I was hitting the hanging bag in the gym, Matt and Lowell had the same shift. They came in together, cut the lights, and demanded a “rematch” with me.

I was so caught-off guard in the pitch-black room that it was over almost as fast as it started. It felt surreal when they pinned me to the mat. Matt straddled my face while Lowell ripped my bottoms off. That’s how I lost my virginity, in the blink of an eye.

I could’ve fought them off. They knew that too since I had done it before when practicing with multiple attackers. But I didn’t. I let them have at me because I liked being wanted by two men. It hurt like hell when Lowell fucked me the first time. They didn’t know I was a virgin since I would tease and flirt with the guards during sessions. Both men apologized afterward with whispered pleas begging me not to tell my father.

I liked having that deadly secret over them almost as much as I enjoyed being wanted.

Still, months later and with the constant change of shift, it’s only been a handful of times with each of them. And unfortunately, neither of them has ever made me come while fucking me. Missionary, from behind, riding them, no matter the position, they try to rub my clit during it, and I just pretend I’m coming since the clock is always ticking for them to get back and I can’t ever get there.

If they had more time to spend on me, I’m sure the sex would be better. But they’re always in a hurry, sticking their necks out as it is for the time they spend in the penthouse when they’re supposed to be patrolling through and right back out to the hallway.

If I’m being honest, the anticipation of when and what we’ll do is probably even better than the actual sex that’s always over too fast.

And after Lowell’s rejection, even if it was out of his control, I’m desperate to be wanted. To be used. Fingering myself is definitely more fun with a hard dick in my mouth.

Cole

The videos and photos of Cass make me obsessed with finding out more information about her late-night escapades with guards. I have a gut feeling that it's not just the one I busted. How many damn men does it take to make her happy? Why isn’t one enough? Does she just like playing head games with them?

I bet she gets off on holding the threat of telling her father over their heads. Cass enjoys having power over other people. She seemed to love having something on me after we fooled around in the pool. Cass assumes everyone is afraid of Dante, then uses that threat against them.

What she doesn’t understand is that I’m not scared of the mafia king. He talks a big game, but I know that I’m just as untouchable as Cass is because Dante loves my mother. Even better, unlike Cass, I don’t give a shit if I don’t have the man’s respect or approval. And that is all that Dante’s daughters seem to care about.

I didn’t get to meet Madison, but sweet little Sophie is so desperate for attention from Daddy that she will do anything he asks while Cass constantly trains in a variety of mixed martial arts to no doubt prove to Daddy that she’s just as strong and dangerous as any man. Cass doesn’t understand that Dante will never see her as anything but a liability, one of his most vulnerable weaknesses. Not because she’s a woman, but because she’s his daughter and he loves her.

Fucking the guards is probably just Cass’s way of showing Daddy she’s no longer his little girl, but a grown woman. I swear she wants to get caught. The only reason she hasn’t confessed to her late-night promiscuity yet is either because she doesn’t want the blood on her hands when he kills her lovers or because she’s not certain how he’ll treat her afterwards. Will Dante finally see her as an adult capable of making her own decisions or a dirty little slut he’s ashamed of calling his daughter?

Personally, I think she’s a dirty little slut capable of only making bad decisions. Someone needs to point out the error of her ways before she gets hurt by the men who are just using her. And if Dante isn’t paying enough attention to educate her, then I will.

Three nights after the first guard tried to go up to her room, I’m feeling lucky. My dick, on the other hand, is feeling rubbed raw from jerking off to Cass’s videos, but that’s a problem for another day.

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