Showcase

by P. Roper

  “Nate, I found something that belongs to you,” Noelle giggled.

  He turned and it felt like he took me in, in slow motion. Time almost stood still but I could see conflict in his eyes. He swallowed and stepped toward us. Noelle let go of my arm, practically pushing me into his. He caught me and rasped out, “hey.”

  I smiled up at him. “Hi.” My thick mink lashes fanned on my cheeks when I blinked and he watched the movement. I brought my hand up and smoothed it against his working jaw. “You okay?” It came out as a whisper, as my smile fell.

  He squinted for a flash before nodding and clearing his throat. “Yes, of course.” He spoke the words, but they felt off. Then he turned a smile to me that I knew for a fact wasn’t real and wrapped my hand in his. “Will you come meet my friends?”

  We left Nicholas and Noelle standing there while Nathaniel introduced me to a few of the younger men in expensive suits. Each of them was at least six feet tall and held a crystal glass of neat amber liquid. Three of the four had lavish women on their arms. Two of them leered, but the other two genuinely smiled at us. “Deliah, I want you to meet my best mates. There were six of us that shared a common room at Andover. Colton was also there with us. But you know his story.” The five men shared a laugh, “This is Parker and Evan,” he gestured to the two with kind eyes. “And Oliver and Chad,” gestured to the two that made me feel uneasy.

  Chad? I thought. Of course he was fucking Chad. A smile ever-present on my face, I extended my hand to each of them. “It’s nice to meet you all.” I eventually learned the women at their sides were Bea, Tori and Melissa. Oliver remained standing solo though. We stayed, making pleasantries for a while, before Nathaniel’s hand grazed my back.

  He leaned in to me and whispered, “Your dress is deeply challenging me right now, pretty girl.” I returned his comment with a cocky smirk. Turning his attention back to his friends he tipped his glass. “Time for a refill, we’ll catch up with you all later.” With murmurs of agreement, we made our departure from the group.

  He hadn’t been lying. He headed for the bar, getting a double of whatever he was drinking. He downed it while we stood there, before ordering another. This one, he carried with him as he led me around, making pleasantries with people here and there. We socialized, we danced, and he drank.

  With each drink, he became more and more tense. Occasionally a shiver ran up my spine and after the first few, I came to notice each time it happened his jaw hardened slightly. As midnight pressed closer, his hands wandered more and more. The man had yet to be prone to public displays of affection, but I had also not seen him drink like this.

  Eventually, the music stopped and the room burst into a chanted countdown. Ten. He looked around. Nine. Eight. He squared with me. Seven. He tugged my hands, pulling me flush against him. Six. Five. One of his hands slid around the back of my neck. Four, the other gripped me firmly at my hip. Three. He inched our faces closer together, hard, drunk eyes focused on mine. Two. I could taste the whiskey on his breath. One. He closed the distance, crashing his mouth to mine.

  The kiss was almost feral. Like he had lost control. Yet he hadn't; he was very much in control of the moment. A growl rumbled from his chest as he pulled back. I sucked in air and his eyes flicked between mine. What is he looking for? I wondered.

  “Happy New Year, pretty girl.” Finally fell from his mouth, in a whisper. He pulled away, but reached down and tangled our fingers.

  Within the hour the crowd had thinned, only the younger generation of guests remaining. Parker and Bea were the first of his personal group to depart. They were closely followed by Evan and Tori. Finally, Chad announced loudly that he and Melissa were leaving. I watched as she tried to bear his stumbling weight out to a waiting town car. As Chad bumbled his way out, Nathaniel excused himself, leaving me in the foyer alone.

  “If you’re done for the night, we can see to the rest of the guests,” Audrey stated from behind me. I turned to see that she and Noelle were standing side by side in the doorway separating the remaining guests from where I stood.

  “I think I’m going to wait for him. I’m not sure where he went off to.” I shrugged, I was tired. It had been a long time since I had escorted a drunken man with deep pockets to a party. I recalled the last one. It had been before I left New York. I honestly had no idea what his name was. I called him Mister R the one time I addressed him directly.

  A warm, tense hand snaked around my waist, just then. Nathaniel pulled my back against his chest. “Upstairs. Now,” was all he commanded before releasing me and returning to the bar, himself.

  I waved at the girls, “Goodnight then. Thank you,” I said quietly before heading up the stairs.

  I assumed that he wanted more than for me to just leave the party, so I headed for his room. As soon as I crossed the threshold though, he was at my back again. “Come with me.” He said, pulling me back into the hall. He directed me down to one of the largest guest rooms.

  My head tilted back in question and he shook his own. “Nope. No questions, pretty girl. You signed the contract, no?” I turned to look directly at him, nodding. “Well, this is what I’m paying you for. Take off the dress. Leave the shoes.” He nodded in my direction before taking a long pull from the whiskey bottle in his hand.

  “Alright,” I said, beginning to undo the dress and shaking my head as I rolled myself into showcase mode. “Usually, I get parameters before anything actually happens. If you’re going to treat me like a showcase, I would appreciate you following the rules as well.” Where the fuck had that boldness come from?

  He practically snarled. “I don’t owe you shit, princess. I’m paying you a lot of fucking money to do anything I wish. Now. Remove the dress.” He put the bottle on the dresser, shucking his shoes and shirt. He undid his belt, leaving it hanging around his waist.

  Stepping out of the dress, I piled it on a chair. There was no structure to it, so placing it gracefully didn’t seem possible in that moment. I turned back to him, stark naked except for the strappy silver shoes on my feet. “Okay,” I said, gesturing with my open arms. “That’s as far as the instructions got me.”

  His nostrils flared. “That,” he gestured at my face, “is not necessary. On your knees, pretty girl.” He pressed a hand to my shoulder.

  The second my knees hit the carpet, he grinned at me. A tremor ripped through me. Nathaniel had never looked like Niles before, but that vindictive sinister grin was something ingrained in my memory. He tilted his head, “Oh? Ready,” he said.

  My brows pulled together. What was that supposed to mean?

  “Dude. That dress was something. But fuck, she’s even better bare.” The voice came from behind me as my eyes fell shut for a moment. Oliver.

  “I know.” The two men, both shirtless, circled me. Looming high above me still on my knees. “What do you think man?”

  “Yeah, I know that pouty mouth will look hot as fuck wrapped around my dick.” Oliver’s grin now matched Nathaniel’s. He crouched down. “Think we should do a test run, princess?” He raised one eyebrow at me.

  My head whipped to Nathaniel, my eyes full of questions. What was he doing? “Oh, pretty girl. See, Oliver here is my best friend. We’ve shared a lot through the years. And well, he’s had a bit of a dry spell lately. So I figured that if you’re going to act like a fucking showcase, maybe you missed it and wanted a night to go back.”

  My mouth fell open. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  He got in my face, grabbing my chin. “Not in the slightest. Now open that pretty mouth for him. Like it’s your job. Because it is.”

  Oliver had freed himself from his pants while Nathaniel spoke. I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him. But I had a feeling if I didn’t comply, it wouldn’t end well for me. I had been well paid to be there, for his every whim. Yet as I took Oliver into my mouth, what the fuck have I done? Was the only thought filling my mind. He was easy, thrusting in and out a few minutes befor
e he tensed and Nathaniel pulled my hair from behind me, effectively dropping Oliver from my lips. He groaned and spilled his load all over my chest.

  “Damn girl,” Oliver panted out. “Fucking you is going to top my charts.”

  Nathaniel growled at that, tugging me by my hair to stand. “On your knees on the bed, pretty girl. And hands on top of the headboard.” He released me, walking over to the dresser. When he grabbed his tie, I closed my eyes knowing where this was going. I was about to be tied up effectively helpless to concede to their whims. I tensed and swallowed, but did as I was instructed.

  “Good girl,” he said, running a hand along my back. He made quick work of the tie, securing it and rendering me vulnerable.

  The bed shifted behind me. “Two pretty holes, so nicely presented for me tonight.” Oliver paused with a snigger, running a single finger over both. “What do you figure, Dee? Eager to help a guy out?”

  He crawled in closer behind, with my ass in the air. A click, a lid? Then a hand came down on my butt cheek, causing me to wince and leaving a significant sting. Warm liquid trickled over where I was sure a handprint still lingered. Then the same sensation moved across my ass. Lube. Fuck.

  “Relax,” A finger toyed with my tight hole before pushing inside. “This one virgin, Dee?” I shook my head suppressing a gasp. A second finger joined the first, moving in and out slowly. “You had a lot of dicks in here then? You dirty girl.”

  He chuckled, as he moved in a way that stretched me. I shook my head again. I hadn’t. He added a third finger and I winced, prompting him to add more lube to the three fingers he had plunged into my ass. “Atta girl. Just about. You’re going to feel so fucking good.” He thrust his fingers in and out a few times, before stilling. I heard his belt buckle clink as he slid his pants off his legs, wiggling the fingers still inside me.

  “Nate’s a very generous friend,” He said before I felt his slick cock press against me and his fingers. He slid his fingers out and himself in, in a fluid motion, dripping more liquid to where our bodies met. He moved slowly, groaning every time he thrust in. “That’s just the first part, little Dee.”

  His hand snaked under us, fingers pinching my clit once. I flinched. Then I heard it. He had turned on a vibrator. He pushed it into my vagina on full speed, stretching me with what felt like almost the same thickness as his cock, and bottoming out. A moan ripped from me. Damnit. This asshole was going to make me come and probably come in my ass.

  Still slowly moving in and out of me, Oliver spoke again. “Nate, dude, untie her will you? Showcase, you’re going to let him fuck your mouth like a good girl, for as long as I’m back here. You will not come until you are goddamn told. Understood?” Tears pricked my eyes, but I nodded. My wrists were released and I was shifted. I glanced up at Nathaniel’s face as he freed himself from his pants and knelt on the bed in front of my face. Apprehension marred his obviously drunk features as I narrowed my eyes at him before taking him into my mouth.

  “Three holes completely filled, Dee. You’re living up to the stereotype,” Oliver said, taking a swig from the bottle Nathaniel offered, before passing it back. Nathaniel’s hand grasped my hair, and then they both started to move. Oliver held the vibrator in while wildly thrusting his hips. The two men were filling me in sync. It felt so fucking dirty, but it also felt so good. I had never been fucked in this configuration before. Sure, a strap on (or an actual dick) and a finger. But the sensation building at my core felt like it was ready to tear me clean in two. It was an over stimulation.

  They fucked me thoroughly, Nate finishing first, coming down my throat with a deep groan that matched each of Oliver’s. With a few more relentless thrusts into me, my asshole was abruptly empty and he was coming all over my back with a holler. But he still held the vibrator in its place, as he flipped me over, smearing his fluids all over the bed and the rest of my back. As soon as I was on my back, he started fucking me hard and frantically with the relentlessly buzzing machine, building and building. Oliver chuckled as I writhed, clutching the bedding beneath me. He crawled up my sticky body, looking every bit the trust fund prick he was. He licked up my neck and pulled my earlobe into his mouth.

  He reached between us, rubbing my sensitive clit with two almost teasing fingers. “Come,” he commanded, quietly. But I did. My back arched and I cried out as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving tremors in its wake. He switched off the vibrator, still moving it in and out of me as I rode out the sensations flooding my body. When my body began to relax, he withdrew the device and moved off the bed.

  “O, I trust you got what you needed.” Nathaniel said, wrapping a robe around him.

  Oliver nodded, “Dude, more than satisfied my needs. But I may have to hit that up again sometime; bring in a few more participants.” Slipping into his pants, he left the room.

  Nathaniel returned his attention to me briefly. “Get cleaned up in your own room and don’t bother coming to mine tonight.” He turned to leave me laying there naked and spent. “And Dee, don’t you dare fuck my brother again. Or all the repercussions stated in the contract, will commence. Beginning with the million being paid back, with interest. And you’ll find yourself, homeless, jobless, and blacklisted.”

  He left the door open and walked away. I lay there for a moment, confused. I had never fucked Niles. Not once. I had given him a hand job once, over a year before. But mostly, he just got off watching other people touch and taste me. What is he talking about? I wondered as I sat up. I stood, wrapping myself in the sticky, soiled bedding that was drying to my skin already.

  Half an hour later, I found myself on the floor of my shower. Sobs tore through me, what had I done? Every inch of my body hurt from being literally manhandled and filled well over a capacity I was accustomed to. There were already fingerprint bruises forming where Oliver had gripped my hips. I let myself cry a while, sitting there under the spray.

  When the water began to cool, I quickly washed myself and got out. Wrapping a towel around myself, my decision had been made. I had some money in another account. I could pay back the million and a half and just go with what was most important to me. I could get some sort of other job, waitressing maybe. It didn’t need to be much; just enough to pay for a small place. Hell I could get roommates and make it even cheaper.

  Still in the fluffy white towel, I pulled two suitcases out of the closet. I didn’t sleep like he had expected me to. Instead, I spent the night filling one suitcase with clothes that I would need. The other was almost bursting, full of the things that meant most to me in the world. When the sun began to rise, I dressed in warm layers and winter outerwear before hauling my 2 bags and a purse down the stairs, as quietly as I could. I left the suitcases in the foyer and popped into the kitchen. I left Ellen a note and grabbed a muffin and a bottle of water before returning to my bags.

  Walking to Boston probably wasn’t the best plan. But I didn’t want to take the phone he had given me. I knew there was a little corner store a few miles up. I could go there and call a cab to take me to the city and decide where I wanted to head from there.

  Chapter 15

  I was thankful for the beanie and gloves I decided to wear. As soon as I stepped out of the estate gates, icy wind whipped around me. I had tied my suitcases together with a scarf, so I would only need to drag one behind me. My back to the wind, I walked. It was a long, winding country road, but the holiday and the hour meant that even the usually sparse traffic wasn’t present.

  I had been walking for a little over an hour when I paused and stepped off to the shoulder, hearing a car coming up behind me on the road. I turned to look, instantly regretting having stopped instead of walking faster. The vehicle slowed to a stop a few feet away and Noelle burst from the passenger seat.

  “What in the ever living hell are you doing, Deliah?” She screamed, rushing toward me. “It’s like eight degrees out here!” When she made it to me, still frozen on the spot, she grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “
Deliah! Speak. What is going on?!”

  I was distracted by the giant of a man unfolding himself from the SUV behind her. God, even hung-over and angry, he’s beautiful. I thought to myself, pressing my eyes shut. It hurt to look at him. Sure I had only known them a handful of weeks, but I had foolishly let my guard down. I had gotten complacent and the previous night was a harsh reminder that being comfortable was absolutely not my place.

  He stalked over to where I stood with his sister and pried the handle of the suitcase I had been dragging from my hand. Taking the bound together luggage with him, he rounded the vehicle again and threw both suitcases in the auto-opened back hatch. Slamming the door, he returned; coming up behind the teenage girl still desperately clutching my arms.

  “Noelle,” he growled out, “get back in the car.” She turned her head and opened her mouth to argue with her brother but he cut her off. “Now!” She jumped and met my eyes again. Pursing her lips, her head dropped to her chest and she let me go with a sigh.

  He stepped into the place she had vacated and brought a finger under my chin to lift my face. With a tilt of his head, eyes still hard, he spoke almost too calmly. “What are you doing?”