Even as I formulated my response, my eyes were already scanning the crowd. I’d lost her as quickly as I’d spotted her.
Perhaps it was my eyes playing tricks on me. She hadn’t returned since she’d left a decade prior. But why, after all this time, would I imagine seeing her? No, it wasn’t my imagination, and I knew why she’d returned, although I’d like to pretend I didn’t.
“Mr. Chambers?” Nancy repeated, bringing my attention back to her question.
“Growing up here, there was always an annual fall festival each year until Mr. Jack Knox passed away during my senior year of high school. I always wanted to bring the festival back, so when I found the first opportunity, that’s what I did. It’s something that’s been near to my heart since I was a kid, and I wanted to make sure that all the children of Sunset Harbor received the same experience,” I shared, smiling at the camera as my eyes wandered off again.
My thoughts returned to her. Was she still foolishly considering that promise after all this time?
“Well, I think it would be safe to say that you’ve far surpassed that goal, Mr. Chambers. The festival we see today has so much more to offer than the fairs I recall as a girl,” Nancy replied with a twinkle in her eyes.
I gave a brief nod, refusing to state the obvious. Mr. Jack Knox had been a small business owner without the resources I had at my disposal. The money I’d earned from selling my small satellite broadcasting company and investing in a software startup allowed me to purchase my own NBA team and make dreams happen.
I worked hard to go in the opposite direction of the example that my selfish parents set for me. We were rich, there was no way around it, but that was no justification for being selfish bastards. I enjoyed my wealth, but I also invested back in the town that was a part of my existence, heart, and soul.
“Mr. Chambers, thank you for taking the time to speak with us. I know that you’re also hosting a dinner for the orphanage later tonight, so we’ll see you there,” Nancy said, wrapping up the brief interview.
Nodding my head, I smiled into the camera, said, “Thanks,” and stuffed my hands into my pockets as I dashed through the crowd, my eyes scouring every face but coming up empty.
As I moved towards the parking lot across the street from the festival, my thoughts turned towards Prestige. I needed to blow off some steam this afternoon, and that’s exactly where I would head before the dinner.
The only selfish behaviors I exhibited were related to my club membership. My healthy sexual appetite was whet by the activities I engaged in there. Prestige served its members' proclivities in various forms to justify the healthy price tag we paid annually.
Whether your penchant was for drinking, gambling, partying, sex, kinky sex, or just a voyeur of all that took place at the club, Prestige served your purpose. I’d been a card-carrying member since the age of eighteen.
My father and uncle Preston took me there to celebrate my eighteenth birthday before I’d gone out with my friends. That wasn’t where my fetishes started, but the club satisfied my desire.
Even when I’d gone away to college at NYU, I would stop at the club when I’d return home during breaks before I stopped at my parents’ home. And more often than not, that’s where I spent most of my time during those breaks.
My fascination with the club had only increased with time. And whenever I felt stressed that’s where I headed.
I knew it would be difficult to ignore that burning ache in my cock tonight. I had to appease my flesh. And with that in mind, I easily pushed my Audi RS7 to one-hundred-twenty miles on the back roads as I made my way through the winding road up to the top of the mountain where the club was located.
MY HANDS GRIPPED A handful of dark, curly hair. Exotic, tilted, warm brown eyes looked up at me as her head bobbed up and down my length. Her caramel-colored skin flushed a darker hue of red as she went all the way down, her long talons raking the underside of my balls.
Tawny was the name she went by in this club, but I knew that wasn’t her name. It didn’t matter, though, because we would never speak of this moment beyond these walls. With her other hand, she squeezed her tiny breast, the walnut-colored nipple peeking between her fingers.
I groaned as she slid back to the tip of my cock, spit clinging to my shaft. Closing my eyes, I basked in the feeling that she drew from me. She was good with her mouth, one of the best.
Another moan caused my eyes to open again, and I looked over at the bed positioned directly across from the chair I occupied.
Cherish.
Waving a finger at her, I beckoned her from the place I’d relegated her to on the bed. She was slimmer than Tawny but no less beautiful. Whereas Tawny was slim up top and blossomed out at her hips, ass, and thighs, Cherish was petite, but she had large, bountiful breasts and a nice ass.
Cherish’s dark sepia color was so gorgeous and foreign to me. She wore her hair braided into a bun on the top of her head with several braids hanging in the back down to her ass. Little gold jewels decorated the braids in her bun.
Full maroon-colored lips puckered up at me in the sweetest smile when I pointed at Tawny.
Cherish was a championship tennis player. Her membership at the club would be more shocking than Tawny’s. Women hailed her as an idol because of her good-girl image in the world.
Cherish was a brand ambassador for a couple of family-oriented nonprofits and a few sports brands known for their virtues and family branding. She built her image on values and morals.
It would be hard for anyone to see her down on her knees the way she was now licking at Tawny’s slit as if it were the last lollipop she would ever get. Just the sight of these two beautiful goddesses was driving me crazy.
Tawny owned a famous lingerie and sex toy brand, Toya’s Temptations, which prided itself on being naughty. Her company had stores across the country, and she had a major online presence.
Neither woman was a resident of Sunset Harbor but traveled here because they were members of the club. Cherish lived out on Cormorant Island, halfway between Summer Cove and Sunset Harbor. Tawny was a resident of Durham, which was how I knew her. I split my time between there and Sunset Harbor.
I’d always had a thing for threesomes because they were so impersonal. Running from my demons, seeking desperately to wash thoughts of a special woman out of my head, I tried to avoid one-on-one intimate situations or anything that resembled a relationship. But I’d only created new demons trying to outrun the old ones.
Some considered me a playboy, but I wasn’t. I never engaged in relationships, just impersonal sexual encounters. Prestige gave me everything that I needed. I loved BDSM and took my role as a Dom seriously. It was the perfect outlet for all of my frustrations, but I could never see myself in a role as a submissive.
Even with these beautiful ladies who weren’t into BDSM, they always allowed me to take control and submitted to my every whim.
That was all I needed.
Seeing her again, or the person I thought was her, had driven me back to the club sooner than I wanted to be into my current status.
Tawny and Cherish weren’t into BDSM, but I wondered if she might be. I doubted it because she’d always been so straight-laced. But I couldn’t help but imagine her tied up, legs splayed out, taking every punishment I could think to issue to her body for leaving me.
Just the thought of her made my cock harder, causing Tawny to choke and pull back. I released her hair and pushed her back slightly.
Tawny held onto the arms of the chair I sat in, gyrating her hips as Cherish worked her tongue on Tawny, whose mouth was wide open in pleasure, her eyes heavy-lidded.
“Ladies, join me in the bed,” I suggested, waiting for Cherish to stop.
She didn’t look like she wanted to let up, but when she finally did, she licked her lips and leaned in to kiss Tawny.
Walking to the bed, I sheathed myself and then lay down, gesturing for Tawny to get on top. Spreading those thick thighs around either side of me,
she slid down my pole, causing me to groan as I held onto her waist.
“Stay still,” I commanded.
“I can’t,” she moaned, rubbing her hands across one of her breasts while Cherish sucked on the other one.
I squeezed her hip tightly, forcing her to remain still.
“Cherish, come here,” I ordered.
Tawny’s breast plopped out of her mouth, and she slowly made her way up to me on the bed. When she lowered her head to kiss me, I turned my head the other way.
I didn’t believe in kissing. Kissing was too intimate, an idea reserved for people who truly cared about each other. Women seemed to catch feelings when a man kissed them, and I never wanted to give anyone the wrong idea.
Not again.
Miscommunication had cost me dearly in the past. It was all just sex to me and nothing more. A way to bust my load and keep moving.
Cherish waited patiently until I was finished with Tawny. Then I moved over to Cherish, taking my time with her before I would return to Tawny.
Tawny bucked against me like she was riding a stallion in the wild with nothing but the wind and sunshine as her companion. She was a noisy lover, moaning and expressing her emotions with the occasional, “Fuck yeah!” or “Give me that dick!” or “Oh, do you like this black pussy, huh? You like black pussy?”
I responded to each of her statements with a powerful thrust of my hips, digging deeper inside of her, making her feel every one of my nine inches.
And then I would slide out and back into Cherish, who was a more subtle lover, hissing and whimpering, as she rode my dick. She purred like a kitty and mewled when Tawny’s tongue dove deeper in her mouth or whenever I reached down to circle her clitoris. Her well was so damned wet I wondered if I would drown.
After a while, I lay down, giving them each a chance to ride me. And at that moment, I saw nothing wrong with my actions. I couldn’t think of anything better that I wanted to do at the moment.
If I couldn’t have what I truly wanted, I might as well have what I could get. And these two beauties weren’t coming up short.
We fucked ourselves into a drunken, sex-hazed stupor for the next hour, taking turns in every position, tasting one another, as I traded out condoms.
And even when my alarm on my phone went off, notifying me, it was time to head home and shower and change for the evening’s dinner, I was already planning in my mind the next time I would return to these two beautiful goddesses.
I couldn’t easily quench the addiction I had for these two. Especially since a figment of my imagination appeared to be driving me insane.
CHAPTER 3 - XIOMARA
“SPOILED LILTEE. I THOUGHT I was going crazy when I saw you earlier today. Thought you were just a figment of my imagination. It’s been a while. Where’ve you been hiding?”
The voice in my ear had me turning around, my heart racing wildly in my chest.
I knew the time would come when we would be face to face again, and I was thankful that he seemed to sound so positive. Not angry like I’d imagined he’d be.
Only one person had ever called me that. Liltee meant “princess” in Tigrynia, my mother’s native language.
“Spoiled Liltee should ask spoiled, cocky bastard that same question.”
It had taken some time to get my thoughts and mind together today to attend this event, knowing that he was the host. Especially knowing that I would attend on Russell’s arm. But I had no other choice.
Both my father and fiancé demanded my presence here tonight.
“Damn, half of that statement is true. But...unfortunately, I know who my father is. Asshole that he is,” he said, his eyes assessing me, looking for changes.
My thighs clenched tightly together at the smell of him, my hands locked together in front of me to keep me from falling into the temptation of touching him.
“How have you been?” I asked.
“I’ve been well,” he said, his eyes darkening briefly before lighting again. “What about you? The last I heard, you were still in New York.”
Smirking, I said, “Last you heard? So you’ve been chasing information about me, huh?”
Laughing loudly, Lake said, “She’s full of herself, ah, I guess New York grew on you.”
“Nope, just confident. And yes, I was in New York. Getting a more in-depth education in the world of business.”
“Hmm...I hoped maybe you’d change your mind and follow in mommy dearest footsteps.”
I heard the underlying accusation in that statement but chose not to address it.
“Not quite. I’m no fashion model.”
“Not that you couldn’t be,” Lake replied, his eyes slowly raking over me.
He always could make me feel desirable and sexy, but that was just Lake’s way with any woman. It was nothing that I needed to take seriously.
I couldn’t afford to. Not anymore.
“Thanks, Lake. You’re good for a girl’s ego. I missed that.”
“And I missed you.”
His voice was sultry, stirring long-hidden emotions within me.
I nodded and turned away from him for a moment, ignoring the clenching in my belly at the way his voice sounded when he spoke those words.
“How long have you been back?”
“Umm...three weeks.”
“And you haven’t called?” his voice turned personal, something that I didn’t need.
“I’ve been running double duty. Helping both parents and Mom’s a beast. She’s been working me like crazy. And when she’s not stealing me away, you know Father Knows Best is dictating my every move, making sure that I apply all that I’ve learned in New York into Sheffield Tech. You still hanging out at Prestige?” I asked, hoping to change the subject from me.
I hadn’t bothered to mention that I’d spent much of my time with my fiancé Russell and his family.
Chuckling, Lake rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. “Damn, you get right down to business, don’t you?”
“Just checking to see if you’re still whoring around or if you ever settled down. Did some lucky girl sweep you off the market?” I teased.
“No...she left me,” he said, doing that slow eye raking thing he did to me again.
“See, there you go. You can never be serious,” I replied, laughing at him.
Lake’s face lightened up, along with the timbre of his voice
“Honestly, most of the time, I’m busy with the team.”
“Congrats on that, by the way. I saw you in Fortune’s 40 under 40. One of the most influential persons in media and entertainment, huh? Look at you growing up.”
“I guess. So, what about you? What’re you doing now? Is this just a visit home or...”
He left the sentence hanging as if speaking of the alternative might somehow make it not true.
“No, it’s not a visit. I’m home for good. I’ve finished my informal education, so...it’s time. I’ve been working on becoming the next 40 under 40 at Burlington, Fairfield, and Wake,” I said, listing the top-tier software company I’d spent the last decade at.
Lake released an impressive whistle.
“Yes,” I laughed. “And now that I’m back, Mom is insistent that I learn something about the fashion industry, too. You know Dad had a fit about that, but Mom has him wrapped around her finger.”
Lake released another whistle and nodded his head. “I wouldn’t expect anything less than the best for the spoiled Liltee. I’m shocked that you even worked at all. It’s not like you had to.”
It was my time to give him the roving eye. Crossing my arms over my chest, I said, “And neither did you, but you chose to. Spoiled Liltee, I may be, but did you expect that I would live off my parents’ wealth for the rest of my life? How else will I earn the privilege to run Sheffield Technologies? My father groomed me to sit in his chair since I was big enough to climb into it. That position isn’t just being handed to me, you know? I had to earn my right to have it. So those eight years after college w
ere all about secondary education in the business world. I’d thought you of all people would understand that.”
My decision to build a career and become the next CEO of Sheffield Technologies was a sensitive topic. One that would put me on edge in the blink of an eye.
My jaw clenched when I thought about the other requirement of taking over the reins of Sheffield Tech. But I refused to ruin the moment by mentioning that.
“I don’t know. The wealth your family enjoys at the success of your father’s home automation company automatically gives the spoiled little Liltee the right to reap the benefits.”
Lake said that last bit with a brief wink. Easing up, I realized he was just teasing me. I’d become so defensive over the years about that subject that I’d forgotten he’d always been on my side about that.
Smirking, I struck him on his chest, surprised to find that it was harder and more defined than the last time I’d touched him. Jerking back as though he was scalded, I clasped my hands behind my back.
“No, that is reserved for Liltee Senait. My little sister has no higher aspirations than to enjoy my family’s hard-earned wealth. It’s only because my mother has insisted that she learn something about the fashion industry that she’s doing that much. And Dad, of course, will always support Mom.”
“Privilege and prestige. Must be nice,” he said, winking again.
“Says the rich boy who’s the heir apparent to Chambers Global International.”
“Ouch,” he said, scratching the back of his neck with a mischievous smirk.
Lake’s parents owned one of the top five food and beverage companies in the world. At eighteen, he’d taken his inheritance from his paternal grandparents and made smart investments.
“If you’re doing all of that, why did you come back?” Lake asked, his voice suddenly serious.
“I think you know why.”
Lake’s green eyes grew cool and hard, like little glittering emeralds as his jaw clenched. His gaze broke away from mine, looking around the room.
“So, you’re going to do it, huh?” he asked, looking at me again.
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