Page 47 of Unchained
“You’re leading the witness.”
Veronica crossed the elevator and then laid a deep, passionate kiss on my lips. My cock grew, and she knew it grew because she moved her hand between my legs. “See, you enjoy it.”
“I’m a sexual creature, Veronica. Shit turns me on no matter how raunchy it is.”
“So, having your dick inside me was a turn on?”
“Yeah, it was.”
“Do you want to do it again?” The door opened, but Veronica stood her ground. “I like you enough to keep you around.”
“You mean to make me your bitch? I’m not interested.”
“It wouldn’t be like that, Deacon. We’d be a couple exclusively. Just the two of us.”
“And what happens to the information you have concerning Suzanne?” I had the feeling by allowing things to go the way they had that Veronica was beginning to become attached. I neither needed that nor wanted it.
“It goes away. You start the new life everyone has told you to start.”
“I can’t do that, Veronica. I need to know what happened to my wife. Once I know that, then I can begin something new.”
“With me?”
I couldn’t believe we were really having the conversation. What the fuck was I supposed to say? “Your friends are waiting.”
She showed no disappointment in what I said and stepped off the elevator. I followed her down a hall and into an apartment. “They’re waiting in the next room. When you’re done, I’ll be waiting out on the balcony.”
“I have no idea why I did that in the dining room, Veronica. It just happened. Don’t make more of it than you should.”
Veronica’s face turned red, and she walked away. I looked toward the room I was supposed to enter. What the fuck was waiting? I slowly made my way across the room and then opened the door, stepping inside.
Sitting on a circular couch that you had to climb over were five naked “women,” having drinks, talking and laughing. I grabbed the doorknob and started to leave. The knob neither turned not did I leave. Veronica had locked the door. She’d made me an offer, and I had turned her down. I didn’t think things were going to go well.
Each of the women stood, and each had a dick. I suppose I knew what was waiting, but seeing it had changed the ball game, literally. But just like Veronica, each was drop-dead gorgeous. I was fucked.
“Don’t be shy,” the tallest of the women said. Her cock had to be ten inches long, her breasts the size of grapefruits, her red hair fucking beautiful. She was thin, but her hips were wide. She playfully turned to the side, showing me her ass. Fucking delicious. “Good, you like what you see.”
“I think he’s having second thoughts.” The woman next to the first to speak was much shorter, her dick shorter as well. She was dark-skinned, her hair jet-black, her eyes a flowing abyss. She turned as well and smiled when my eyes lit up. “He’s obviously an ass man.” Unlike the first woman, her voice was deep.
The other women watched me, sizing me up for whatever they had planned. Friends should have been two or maybe three. Not five. I tried the door again. Still locked.
A door to my left opened, and Veronica entered the room, making six of them and just one of me. Veronica moved in front of the couch. She wore a black lace corset and matching garter and stockings. Stunning. Fucking beautiful and stunning.
“The numbers don’t exactly match up,” I said. “I would never have agreed to this.”
“You have another offer on the table. You are free to choose between the two.” She clasped her hands together and rested them between her legs. The other women climbed over the couch and stood next to Veronica, three on either side.
“I’m not interested in either option. I think you need to just give me the information and let me walk out of here. I’ll be on my way back to Miami.”
Veronica looked at the woman to her far-right and nodded.
“Adriana,” the woman who first spoke said.
“Juliana.” Juliana was a natural blonde that starkly contrasted with her dark skin. Her ass was not as delicious as the others, but her beauty far exceeded anything I’d ever seen before. I held her gaze for a moment longer and felt my mouth go dry. I also felt my dick rising. They noticed as well.
“Izabel,” the next woman said. She stood no taller than five feet, but her large dick more than made up for her height. The look in her eyes suggested a lion in sheep's clothing. I needed to figure out a way to stop what was happening.
Veronica looked to her left, and the woman at the end chuckled. “Yara,” she said. “Meaning water lady.” The others giggled, and it took me a moment to understand why.
