Page 56 of Crushed
She did as she was told. The plumeria scent I had sent over with the outfit, began to mix with the subtle smell of Scarlett’s nervous sweat. It was intoxicating. To know what she smelled like when she was aroused, that deeply musky scent, and to know that she had done everything that I had instructed, down to wearing the correct perfume. That she was hesitant enough to know that this was the kind of situation where she couldn’t simply ask if she should sit, but had to wait for my instructions on what to do.
To say that she was performing perfectly would be an understatement. I had the highest expectations for her. She still surpassed them.
I snaked an arm around her back, resting on the curve of her ass. A blush crept across her cheeks at the touch. I reached for her thigh, subtly spreading her legs apart, creeping closer and closer to her cunt. Warden’s shoes and socks were placed to the side. Jen was licking Warden’s feet clean, as if she liked the taste of his sweaty skin.
“So,” I said, ignoring the physical situation we were in, “How do you like the offer for TSP?”
“It’s not about the offer,” Warden said, tilting his chin. We were at this, even after I had increased the offer? “It’s about making sure my legacy prospers in the right hands. It’s about knowing who is going to take care of my company when I’m off enjoying paradise.”
Though his words were on his company, his eyes were glued to Scarlett’s breasts. His gaze traveled down lower to where her belly met her thighs. It didn’t bother me that everyone was drawn to Scarlett, but the lurid way he was looking at her, as if heknewhe’d get her, was what made me pause. I narrowed my eyes.
“How’s that slice of heaven?” Warden murmured. Jen was lying on the ground now, while he stuck his feet into her forehead, her cheeks, kneading her like a cat.
“She’s better than paradise,” I said, a cold edge to my tone.
“You want to take a pass on Jen?” he asked. He nodded towards the ground without looking at her. “She can be more than a literal doormat.”
While the humiliation Warden was putting Jen through intrigued me, I had no interest in Jen specifically. She was pretty, but pretty wasn’t enough. I was more interested in the mind that came with the beauty. To me, it was never about the purely physical, like it might have been to Warden. It was so much more than that with Scarlett. I squeezed her legs, and a small shudder coursed through her.
“I’m preoccupied,” I said. “Thanks for the offer.”
“What about sharing the little minx?”
Myfucking little minx. A nerve came over me, wanting to show Warden that Scarlett was mine. I spread her legs, then slid my hand under the slit of the dress and grazed her pussy lips. She was wet, a stain of arousal on the inside of her dress. Perhaps being on display like this, her cunt shown and openly used, in a room full of men that couldn’t take their eyes off of her, whenIheld her reins in my hands, turned her on. I clutched her. Skimmed the light hair on her lips. She held her breath as I inserted a finger, then she gasped.
“I don’t believe she’s your type,” I said. Scarlett let out a subtle moan, and Warden’s eyes never left her.
“I like them all,” he said, his eyes glazed. “Plastic or natural.”
I didn’t fucking care. The only thing I was willing to do was to let him watch how I took care of Scarlett,myScarlett, while he drooled. There was nothing else I was willing to give. Scarlett wasmine.
A man stood to the side of us, admiring the view. He seemed familiar, but I was too busy paying attention to Scarlett’s breathing pattern to check.
Her panting was quicker now. She was getting close, trying to stifle the pleasure inside of her, to not make a spectacle.
“Issac Berman,” Warden said. “What a pleasant surprise. I didn’t think you could make it.”
Scarlett’s head shot up, her eyes focused in a laser beam of awareness as if about to reach the peak, but then she relaxed, her eyes gazing around the room, then lay back down into my hands. She thrust her hips forward, returning to the pleasure. I added another finger, using my thumb to coax her clit, and she shuddered in my grasp.
“I might not have been left with much since the Stone Laboratories takeover,” Issac said, “But I’ll always have my membership here.”
Dark, groomed facial hair. I remembered Issac. It had been almost a year since I forced him to give up his holding share of his company in order to keep silent about his association with a hitman. Many people died, not only the one he had targeted. Like others before him, he hadn’t taken the original offer. He had rejected a fair price, leaving me with no choice, but to resort to other measures.
Like I might have to do with Warden.
Hesitation filled me, but only for a moment. Issac was too insignificant, too pathetic to hire Scarlett to kill me.
Or was that the exact strength of his cowardice?
Scarlett moaned, and my attention stirred back to her. It didn’t matter who had hired her right then. Issac couldn’t do anything to me here, and Scarlett was too preoccupied. I made sure of that.
“What do you think of this man?” Warden asked.
“A very astute businessman,” Issac said. He slapped Warden’s arm. “Cutthroat. Willing to do whatever it takes. But don’t let him sink his teeth into you.”
“How are you doing, Issac?” I asked. Scarlett bucked her hips, and I thrust my fingers inside of her.
His eyes gleamed. “Not as well as you, I suppose.”
