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Dele

It never fails to amaze me how shockingly easy powerful men are to manipulate. Somehow they think that everyone is out to get them and that the little guy is a threat to him while simultaneously thinking that their untouchable. That no one can bring them down from the top of their pedestal. But what they truly don’t understand is how precarious that pedestal is. How much harder it will hurt to fall when someone knocks them off.

Viper knows. Which is why, as much as his paranoia annoys me, I get it. He’s had to fight and fight and fight and hurt people all the way to the top, and he’s all too aware of the potential treachery of those he fought on the way and spends a not insignificant amount of time preparing for every possibility in case one of those potential threats becomes an actual threat. He’s been at the foot of the pedestal and never plans to be back there again.

But men like Maximillian Harp think they’re untouchable in their glass castle at the top of the mountain. Unaware of the dangers that threaten him despite the business that he’s an integral part of.

So he thinks absolutelynothingof it when Adrian calls him up and suggests that they share me for the night. He’s all too eager to indulge in what sexual depravity that he thinks he has in store for me with Viper. Not a bit of surprise that Viper is the one extending the proposition after years of turning down even coming to this place. Not an inkling of suspicion that this threesome, hell this entire visit, is out of character for Viper. But Viper’s such a known recluse that people don’t really know his character, I suppose. Either that, or Harp is playing both me and Viper for fools. I doubt it, though.

Viper has way too much fun choosing an appropriate outfit for me to be in for the evening and ignores my protests when he finally settles on some skimpy lace bodysuit made of delicate straps of fabric that just cover my nipples and my pussy but leave nothing else to the imagination. Then he puts me in a collar with a chain that he wraps around his hand to use to parade me to Harp’s room.

“We have to maintain appearances,” he says to me with a serious expression, but the light in his eyes gives away the fact that he’s enjoying this. “But maybe you wouldn’t be opposed to something like this for our private use later.”

“Sure. As long as I can put it on you. Because between the two of us, you’re probably the one that actually needs the leash.”

It’s his turn to glare, and if we weren’t on our way to get information out of Harp, I’m sure he’d find a way to try to make me pay for that.

Instead, he just tugs on the leash in warning and starts out our room toward Harp’s.

Harp’s room is even more luxurious and opulent that Viper’s room is as his special guest. The room is bigger. The bed is bigger. There are more pillows, more amenities, an entire case of toys and perfumes and mind altering substances. And when we get there, Harp is already naked and has another caterer, the redhead who Viper had in his lap the previous night, giving him a blowjob. The redhead who we paid off to make sure that the drugs, both legal and illegal, Harp uses to intensify his experience and make sure he can last for the duration have a little extra surprise tonight. If we’ve timed it right, they should be about to kick in any moment now…

“Adrian,” Harp says when he sees us, his hand still curled in the hair of the woman sucking him off. “Right on time.” He then looks at me, with the collar around my neck and grins as he says, “Well, she’s definitely a lot more docile than she was last night. You’ve actually managed to tame her. I was hoping she’d have a little more fight left in her.”

Viper tugs on the chain, causing me to stumble forward.

When I glare at him, he only says, “Don’t worry. She’s still a feisty little thing.”

He turns to smirk at me, and I decide thatI’mgoing to be the one makinghimpay for this later. Not the other way around.

Suddenly, Harp comes in the redhead’s mouth. She gags on his cock as he holds her in place. Then, when he’s done, he lifts her off him and pushes her away.

“Good girl,” he says, petting the woman’s hair like she’s a dog. “You can leave now, honey.”

The woman does so without making eye contact, Harps come still all over her mouth. Viper looks at her. She only just glances back and nods her head as she leaves the room.

Harp stands from his chair, his dick still hard despite his earlier orgasm as he walks over to where Viper and I are standing. He stops right in front of me, looking me up and down in the tight lingerie I’m wearing, massaging his cock.

I can’t help but be disgusted by him. Not because he’s even ugly.

Contrary to what the media portrays these kinds of men to be, Harp isn’t some rich, fat, balding, homeless looking man dressed in an expensive suit who couldn’t get a woman into his bed unless he paid for her or blackmailed her into it. Objectively, he’s quite handsome with his angular, stubbled jaw, green eyes, sun-kissed blonde hair, lean and toned body, big enough cock. His body isn’t the thing that disgusts me. It’s the depraved look in his eye. The look that says he wants to do whatever the fuck he wants to me whether I agree to it or not. He wants to break me. Mind, body, and soul. And then when he does, he wants to throw me away because I would be no use to him them. Just a fun temporary challenge.

It's taking everything in me not to show him just how much of a challenge I can be. I can tell it’s taking Viper even more than that not to kill the man where he stands.

My disgust must show on my face because he laughs and says, “Oh, you’re going to be a challenge. Let’s do something special with you.”

He walks over to the glass case with all the toys from before and begins looking at the whips and belts, paying absolutely no mind to the fact that Viper has yet to remove a stitch of his clothing. How oblivious can he be?

“Why don’t you go pick something interesting out, sweetheart?” Viper says to me, but his gaze is on the masks in Harp’s little glass display of toys.

Huh… This actually might be fun.

I make my way over to the display to choose one. Many of them are sexy cat masks or bunny masks or even a tormentor mask. But one of them is a simple black masquerade mask with lace on it. No too unlike the one I where when I’m parading the criminal underworld as Vicious. I reach into the case, grab it, and put it on before turning to look at Harp who is suddenly swaying unsteadily on his feet.

Looks like the drugs are kicking in.

“You okay there?” Viper asks Harp, managing to sound as though he’s actually concerned.

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