Page 54 of Violent Hearts

Chapter 25

Ann

He told me to doll myself up, to look good for him and his "friend.” I have no idea what to expect, but I know I don't want to disappoint him, so I made sure to go lingerie shopping a few days ago, buying two new bra and panty sets each with an adorned garter belt and matching stockings. Both sets have elaborate lace and feature a handmade design, and they are far more expensive and luxurious than anything I've ever worn before. I couldn't decide on a color, so I bought one in white and one in black.

The decision of which one to wear tonight wasn't made until last minute. I didn't want to ask Jared for his opinion because I wanted it to be a surprise, but I tried to imagine which one he'd prefer - and decided to go with the white set. White implies innocence and purity, a stark contrast to what was about to happen tonight. I thought that he'd be able to enjoy the play with contradictions, to share his innocent possession with another man under his guidance.

I can't deny the thought excites me just as much as it scares me. It's baffling to realize how much I want to please him, to be a good girl for him, even if it means leaving my own comfort zone.

I'm standing in front of the full-body mirror in my bedroom, giving myself a last once-over before I present myself to him. I've taken the time to curl my hair and pinned it up, leaving a few curly strands framing my face and draping down over my shoulders. He prefers it when I wear my hair down, but I think it looks better this way. Besides, he will mess it up within a few minutes anyway. My make-up is stronger today, my eyes framed with thick black lashes and black eyeliner that has never been more precise, and my lips are painted a deep red color. If my hair was a few shades darker, I would almost look like Snow White.

I take a deep breath, balancing on my new heels as I approach the door on shaky legs.

Is this something I've fantasized about? Maybe? I'm pretty sure that the thought of being with more than one man at once has crossed the minds of many women before, some even craving it until they're finally able to make that wish come true.

It's never been a major desire for me, but one thing is for certain: I wouldn't do it with anyone but him.

I open the door of my bedroom, knowing that I don't have to fear what's about to happen, because he will be there. I trust Jared, and I know he would never do anything to hurt me, unless I asked him to. I trust his judgment and his guidance, and there's a not-so-quiet part of me that can't wait to see the look on his face when he first sees me. When I’m coming down the stairs, when he sees me obediently going down on my knees in front of him, when he sees me following his commands with another person present to witness it.

I still don't know who that other person is going to be, but I trust Jared. He told me it was a friend who has done this sort of thing with him before, and that was all I needed to know for now.

He's by himself when I come down the stairs to the living room. He’s sitting on the large sofa in the living area, surrounded by candlelight and a bottle of champagne waiting on the table. I notice there are only two glasses next to it. He's wearing a black suit and a black tie, looking extra dapper tonight with his dark hair gelled to the side. He had his hair cut a few days ago, and the undercut at the side of his face is freshly shaven. My heart flutters when he lays his eyes on me, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he watches me coming down the stairs.

"Perfect."

His praise means everything to me, and the look on his face tells me that it is sincere. I reciprocate it with a sassy smile. I close in on him, seductively swinging my hips because I know I look beautiful.

"So can I consider this a success?"

My question makes him laugh, and he gives me an appreciative nod. "Yes, Button. You did well. You look fantastic."

He gets up from his seat and walks up to me, placing his hands at the side of my body. He traces them slowly down, until he reaches my hips, where he hooks his fingers under the garter belt to pull me in for a kiss. His lips meet mine in a gentle welcome, patient and modest, but so sensual. I moan softly, wanting to lift my arms and wrap them around him, but I don't. Often enough, he has put me back into place, grabbing my wrists and moving my hands back to where he thought they belonged, far away from his magnificent body. I don't know why he's so weird about letting me touch him, but I couldn't take the denialright now, so I don't even try.

Our kiss grows in intensity, passionate heat taking over. He grabs my ass with savage force, pushing my pelvis against his, and I can feel his hardness growing.

Maybe there's no one else coming tonight? What if he just wanted me to believe that we'd get another man into our midst just to see how I would react, if I would be willing to go along with it?

I disregard that suspicion when I hear the familiar sound of the elevator behind us. Jared ends our kiss and smiles at me. A subtle ding sound announces someone’s arrival seconds before the doors open.

"Are you ready?" he asks, his eyes locked on mine.

"Yes, Sir."

I'm nodding, but my words lack the conviction I was hoping to convey. I don't think I could ever be truly ready for something like this, but I sure as hell am willing to try. For him.

I stay on the couch and don’t follow him, unsure what to do as he strides confidently toward the elevator. The doors open and a young man about my age enters. I was right to assume that he can be trusted when it comes to picking the right guy to join us. The young man whose hand he's shaking right now is without a doubt handsome. He’s very tall, though shorter than Jared, and has lighter-colored hair styled in a buzzcut. He's wearing a navy blue suit, and he’s dashingly handsome. The way the material hugs his broad shoulders and arms suggests that he's pretty buff, as well.

I want to own the moment and be the confident person I pride myself in being, but this situation is too intimidating, even for me. When the men turn around to face me, I turn into a statue, my eyes helplessly darting from one to the other as Jared introduces me with a wide, gallant gesture.

"This is Button," he simply says, possessively resting his hand on my shoulder. "Button, this is T."

The guy stops in front of me, smiling and nodding in appreciation.

"Your good taste never fails, Mr. King."

His eyes scan my entire body, in an almost leering way, and I can't decide whether I'm appalled or aroused. He's looking at me as if I was a piece of meat, but some sick part of me actually likes that.

"She's quite something," Jared agrees, putting his arms around me and surprising me by squeezing my tits before the other guy's eyes. Shameful heat burns on my cheeks and I turn my eyes away, expecting the other guy to join in and touch me just like Jared did. But he doesn't. He keeps his distance, just watching while Jared feels me up.

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