Chapter 19: Chapter 19

Niko

As soon as Kir shimmies Charleigh’s sweatpants down her hips and a I get a look at her beautiful, bare pussy, I am hard again so fast it hurts.

It’s a good hurt. The kind of hurt I like. And want more of.

I just exploded down this woman’s throat and now I’m hard again, like a goddamned horny teenage boy.

What this woman does to me. Her quiet dignity and the red-hot passion lurking just below the surface of her propriety is the stuff of dreams.

Mine, anyway.

Sure, some guys like the kind of women who wouldn’t know subtlety if it smacked them in the face. Not me. Understated women are something special. They are mysterious. They hold surprises. They don’t tell you everything the first time you meet them. You’ve got to work for it.

I stand back and spot Kir’s jacket and tie on the floor in the same pile where the rest of Charleigh’s clothes are. He’s running kisses up the inside of one thigh and down the other, leaving her writhing like she’s possessed by the devil. Her slight smile is sweet and delicious and for a dangerous moment I imagine she’s mine. As if she were here at the club as a permanent fixture. One where she was at my side. All the time.

Not being used to pay off her father’s debts.

She catches me staring and settles a bit, pulling a pillow under her head and then extending a hand. While Kir is nibbling her inner thighs, I cross the room in hurried strides and bend to kiss her.

I can’t help it. I wanted to taste her lips since the night we brought her back here, and now that I have, I want to again.

We guys, my brothers and I, should not be playing around with her. We have plans for the girl and need to keep her fresh and innocent. But damn if I can control myself when I’m around her. It’s all I can do to keep my hands to myself.

My brothers are no different.

I am pretty damn sure they feel the same way, Vadik’s warnings notwithstanding.

While something in the back of my mind is telling me to get the hell out of here, the taste of her lips on mine is just too good, too sweet to walk away from. Hell, if she were tainted with deadly poison, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

“So beautiful, such a beautiful girl,” I murmur, running a hand down to her breasts to find her nipples stiff from our attentions.

And damn if my own dick isn’t begging for more, again, like a greedy little bastard, hanging out of my pants as it is.

In fact, fuck all these clothes. I leave Charleigh’s lips and undress. I am the tidy one among my brothers, and lay my jacket and tie over a chair, followed by my dress shirt and the rest of my clothes, and last but not least, my boxers. If Kir weren’t so busy between Charleigh’s thighs, he’d poke fun at me. Not that I care.

And while I do this, my gaze never leaves her. She won’t be around the club for long, so I know to enjoy her while I can.

“Niko, check this out,” Kir says.

I stand next to where he’s kneeling on the bed between Charleigh’s legs. The bastard has her pussy spread open, all pink and juicy, and he’s running her clit between the knuckles of his first and middle fingers.

“Careful there, brother,” I warn.

She might be a delectable treat, but the best of her is reserved for whatever club member is willing to pay the most for her.

And her virginity.

* * *

Niko

“Don’t worry, Nik,” Kir says. “Come see this clit.”

I watch Charleigh’s pussy respond. I saw it the other day when Vadik was playing with her, but it was from the other side of the dining table, and I had to get the fuck out of there for some privacy to jerk myself to relief.

But close up it’s like seeing the Mona Lisa in the Louvre instead of in a stupid art history book.

Sublime perfection. A gift from God. If I believed in God.

And as my brother kneads and pulls her pink button, Charleigh writhes harder beneath him.

“We gotta get this clit pierced,” Kir says. “What do you think?”

Before I can answer, Charleigh lifts her head from the pillow. “What?” she cries.

“Honey,” Kir says, waving away her concern. “It’s no big deal. Women do it all the time.”

“Does it hurt?” she asks, dropping her head back on her pillow as Kir strokes her with his tongue.

“It hurts, baby. Of course it does. But it’s not horrible from what I’ve been told. Besides, pain is good, isn’t it?” I ask, taking a seat on the bed next to her and stroking my aching dick.

Talk about pain.

“Mmmm, so good,” Kir whispers from between her legs.

“With a piercing, your pussy will be even more beautiful than it already is,” I say, coming up with an idea. “Kir. Let’s get our pretty girl on her hands and knees.”

My brother pulls his face from between Charleigh’s legs and smiles. “Here we go, baby,” he says, flipping her over.

Charleigh climbs to her knees, looking around to see what happens next. And like we’ve done a dozen times before, because we have, my brother positions himself at her head, where he lays back with his hard-on nearly poking her in the eye. I get underneath her with my legs dangling off the bed and pull her sweet pussy right down onto my face as she straddles me.

Charleigh shrieks in surprise and then laughs. Her noise quickly quiets down because I am sure she now has a mouthful of my brother’s cock, and the only sound she can make is licking and slurping.

And hearing her do exactly that makes me want to blow my wad again.

While on my back, I wrap an arm around Charleigh’s ass and pull her so close and tight I’m almost suffocated by her sweet pussy. With my free hand, I stroke my dick hard, squeezing, releasing, and stroking to hold my cum as long as I can.

I know it won’t be long, though.

I want more than anything to drive a couple fingers into her cunt, but I can’t risk upsetting her virginity.

As much as I’d like to.

So I focus on sucking her clit and making little circles around her asshole until the very tip of my finger pops inside.

Our pretty girl goes wild, wagging her hips like a dog in heat, asking for—no, demanding—more. But I don’t give it to her.

I want to leave her wanting. Needy. Coming back for more.

And from the sounds of my brother, she’s now fully focused on him and not her bottom. I can’t see from my vantage point but the way she’s nearly being thrown off the bed—shit, even I have to hang on at this point—I know Kir is about to empty his load into her mouth.

As soon as he’s done roaring like a maniac, I return my focus to Charleigh’s clit. In moments, she’s convulsing above me, grinding into my face and taking my breath away. With one last gasp, she shudders with a shriek.

Fuck yeah. That’s our girl.

*************

Niko

“You missed all the fun, loser.”

Vadik looks up from his desk. “What? You beat the shit out of the guy who grabbed Charleigh?”

Kir and I look at each other.

“Well, that’s a given, Vad. The guys downstairs took care of that, though.”

He frowns at us both, irritated we interrupted his work. Fucker needs to take a goddamn chill pill. “Then how did your clothes get so messed up?” he asks, gesturing with his chin.

I look down at myself, then at Kir. Yeah, we’re a wrinkled, rumpled mess. But we’re also smiling like lunatics.

Do I really look like I just beat the shit out of someone, rather than coming in some hot girl’s mouth?

“Really?” he asks when he puts it all together.

My brother’s a regular Einstein, he is.

“Look, you assholes, you need some control when it comes to Charleigh. Don’t be like the loser who grabbed her.”

I roll my eyes. Can’t help it. “If I remember correctly, it’s you who put on a show with her the other night. Vad, you opened Pandora’s Box. And now we’re all fucked.”

He looks down at his desk, shaking his head.

“You’ve got the hots for her, huh?” he asks, getting to his feet and closing in on me.

I shrug. “Who doesn’t? Show me one man who can resist her. Yourself included.”

He steps closer to me, his usual intimidation tactic. But he forgets we’re not kids anymore. What once worked to keep me in my place expired years ago, no matter how often he tries.

“Probably just as well you didn’t happen by, Vad,” Kir says. “I’d say she’s scared to death of your mean ass.”

Big brother doesn’t like being mocked.

Vadik’s lower jaw shifts, and I know he’s grinding his teeth. Hard. He’s been doing more of that, lately.

“Hey, we talked about piercing her clit. What do you think?” I ask, egging him on.

He presses his lips together, grabs the glass full of vodka off his desk, and flings it across the room, where it crashes and splatters on the dark wood wall.

Someone’s going to have fun cleaning that mess up.

A knock sounds on Vadik’s office door, bringing the tension in the room down a notch. Dominika joins us, and the tension ramps right back up.

Of course.

It’s not that we don’t like her, exactly. She works hard for the club and has been a loyal employee since my dad brought her on when we were kids.

But there is no doubt she is… difficult. In fact, sometimes she’s such a pain in the ass I wonder how long my brothers and I will keep her on. I know Papa would want us to make sure she’s taken care of. He had his… reasons for that.

We don’t have the same obligation.

“Dominika,” I say by way of greeting. Most people, I might ask how they are or how their day has been.

With Dominika, there are no such pleasantries. And even if there were, I wouldn’t care whether she was having a good day or not.

It’s hard to see the woman who was your father’s mistress for the better part of twenty years in an objective light.

She gets right to the point. “We’re set for next weekend’s auction for Charleigh. We didn’t have much time, but I’ve wrangled the highest of our high-roller members. They’re coming in from all over the world and a few will attend virtually over Zoom.”

I don’t know whether to hug her or tell her to get the fuck out.

The reality of what my brothers and I are about to do hits me. Men—a lot of men—are going to see the same thing I do in Charleigh, and they are going to want her just as much as I do. Maybe more. And they are going to spend money for the privilege. A lot of it.

Something about that leaves a sour taste in my mouth. But I say nothing. It’s not the right time. First, Dominika doesn’t need to know anything that might be perceived as a weakness when it comes to my brothers and me, and second, I want to make sure Vadik and Kir are ready to hear my thoughts when I express them. Right now, I’m afraid they are not.

They are seeing dollar signs, and there’s little my brothers like more than money.

“Thank you, Dominika,” Vadik says. “I know we didn’t give you much time to pull this together. There will be a nice bonus in it for you, for gathering our big spenders.”

At the mention of money, Dominika’s heavily-painted face brightens. “I’m happy to do it. I’m assuming Charleigh doesn’t know yet? It will be very… entertaining to see her when she learns of her fate.”

Dominika grins, her smoke-stained teeth so rancid I have to look away, and all I can think is how she looks like a witch that eats babies, that’s how cruel and hateful she is.

I mean, my brothers and I are surely no saints. But we also do not get gratuitous pleasure in seeing others suffer.

As soon as she’s gone, the closed door not completely eliminating her cheap perfume, I turn to my brothers. “You know what? I hate that cunt. When are we getting rid of her?”

If we’ve had this conversation once, we’ve had it a hundred times. And Vadik gives his usual answer, with Kir nodding his approval.

“C’mon now, Niko, you know we need her for continuity. At least until the club is on more solid ground. Once we’ve accomplished that, we’ll talk again. But right now, she’s going nowhere.”

He is right. We do need her. Which makes me resent her even more.

We’re sending Charleigh away and keeping Dominika around.

Something about that is goddamn backwards.