Sins & Mistrust

by Lucero, Isabel

  With the asparagus almost done, and the shrimp already fried, I put it in the oven on a low temperature to keep warm while I start the steaks.

  The bell rings as soon as I drop the steaks onto the grill in my kitchen, so I rush to get it before I need to turn them.

  When I open the door, Marc stands before me wearing a gray, long-sleeved shirt. All I can focus on is how well this shirt hugs his muscles. The sleeves are pushed up almost to his elbows, revealing his tanned skin.

  “Hey,” he greets, running a hand through his hair.

  “Hey, come on in,” I say, pulling the large, wooden door open wider.

  “Thanks,” he says, flashing me a crooked grin. Fuck. That smile is going to be the death of me. “You cooking?” he asks.

  “Yeah, I need to get back to the steaks. How do you like yours?”

  “Medium rare.”

  “Good, me too.”

  We walk through the living room and around a corner, right into the kitchen. I take my place in front of the grill while he stands near the bar that separates the kitchen from a small seating area. His eyes go to the TV mounted on the wall above the fireplace. I’ve always loved the TV being there. On either side of the fireplace are six paneled floor-to-ceiling windows, giving the perfect view of the backyard.

  “Nice house,” he compliments.

  “Thanks. I like it.”

  He chuckles. “I’d hope so. Not really sure how you couldn’t.” I give him a small smile and flip the steaks. “So, dinner, huh?” he asks, sitting at the bar in front of me.

  “Everybody has to eat,” I say with a shrug.

  “Hmm.”

  “Why? Were you hoping to jump straight to dessert?”

  He gives me that perfect smile again. “No. I just assumed that’s what you were planning.”

  “Wishful thinking on your part, I’m sure,” I say with a smirk.

  I turn to grab some plates from the cabinet behind me and place them next to the stove.

  “Maybe,” he answers.

  I look up at him in surprise and raise a brow. “Interesting.”

  I place the steaks on the plates, grab the asparagus and shrimp from the oven and situate them next to the steak.

  “What do you want to drink?” I ask, walking to the fridge.

  “Water is fine.”

  I place everything on the bar and take a seat next to Marc.

  “Thanks,” he says, grabbing for his knife and fork. “Everything looks great. I wouldn’t figure you for a cook.”

  “Why’s that?” I ask.

  “You seem like the type that would have somebody cook for you.”

  I laugh. “Nope. I cook for myself.”

  He nods his head and takes a bite of the steak. “Mm. This is really good,” he says after he’s done chewing.

  “What can I say? I know my way around a good piece of meat.”

  Marc chokes out a laugh. “I suppose you do.”

  “So, what have you been up to lately? Besides staying far away from me.”

  He gives me a look. “You know why I did that.”

  “Right, right. To get to know us individually first. So, I take it it’s my turn now since you’re here.”

  “Maybe I was just ready to see you again,” he says, turning his head slightly to look at me before focusing on his food.

  I clear my throat. “I guess you and Thalia are developing a good relationship?”

  “We are.”

  “That’s good to hear,” I say.

  “Mmhhmm,” he murmurs as he continues to devour his food.

  After we finish our meal, we head into the living room and sit on opposite ends of the couch.

  “So, tell me about your relationship with Nathalia.” Marc says.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, confusion marring my face.

  “I’m just trying to get to know more about you. I want to know how you feel about her.”

  I shift my body so I’m facing him, and he does the same. Our arms rest along the back of the couch.

  “I love her, Marc. That’s how I feel about her.”

  He looks shocked for a second before clearing his expression. “You haven’t slept together though, right?”

  “That’s right, but having sex doesn’t solidify your feelings. If anything it can make it more complicated. I love her because of who she is. I love her personality, I love her feistiness, I love her kind heart, and I love her strength. She’s a great woman, and I don’t need to have sex with her to know that.”

  “That’s pretty commendable, Linc.”

  “Are you surprised that I’m not a complete asshole who’s only into sex?” I ask with a smirk.

  “I kind of am,” he says with a laugh. “You can’t say that’s not how you come off.”

  “Fuck off,” I laugh. “Maybe the way I present myself has been a shield. I wasn’t interested in more than sex before.”

  He pauses to take that into consideration. “I got another question.”

  “Shoot.”

  “Why won’t you sleep with her?”

  I sigh. “It’s a long story.”

  “I have time,” he says, leaning back into the corner of the couch.

  “I’ve only told this story to Thalia.”

  “I’m just trying to get to know more about you, Linc. You don’t have to tell me, though.”

  I think about it and realize it makes sense to tell him why I am the way that I am, especially since we’re supposed to be starting this relationship. I re-tell the same story I told Thalia, and wait for his response.

  “Well,” he pauses. “I guess I can understand your rule now.”

  “Really?” I ask, surprised.

  “Sure. However, I don’t think you’re that kind of guy, Linc. You’d never hurt a woman on purpose, and honestly, you didn’t even hurt your woman at the time. She just wasn’t into dirty talk and a little roughhousing. You didn’t slap her, beat her, or rape her. She was just taken by surprise because you had always done what she wanted you to do before.”

  “I guess.”

  “No. That’s just the truth. You did nothing wrong. Thalia wants to be with you, and if all of us are going to have this three-way relationship, we have to be realistic. There will be times that only you and I are together, only she and I are together, but then there should also be times for you and her to be together.”

  “I’m just worried that I’ll be too rough with her,” I admit.

  Marc lets out a small laugh and shakes his head. “I’m rough, Linc. I’m rough with Nathalia, and you know what? She loves it.”

  “What?”

  “I told Nathalia a while back that I like being rough. I love inflicting pain. I know that sounds bad, but when the person who’s on the receiving end enjoys it, it gives me that much more pleasure. We’ve been experimenting with toys and things, and I promise you, you won’t scare her off by being a little rough.”

  “Huh,” I grunt. “By inflicting pain you mean…”

  He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “It took me a while to be comfortable with it. She’s the one who begged for more. She loves being controlled. She truly loves that the pleasure is heightened by the pain. I don’t want it to sound like I beat her, because any hit she receives, she wants and enjoys. The pain is only to enhance the bliss, never as a punishment.”

  I nod my head, understanding, and then my phone rings.

  “Hello?”

  “Mr. Cash, it’s Chris. We need you to come down to the club.”

  “What? Why?” I ask.

  “Steve Williams is in here drunk off his ass and yelling about his membership being canceled. We don’t want to involve the cops, but he wants to talk to you, so we figured we’d give it a shot. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

  I sigh and run a hand over my face. Marc is watching me with curious eyes.

  “Fine. I’ll be there soon, but I’m not staying long. I have plans tonight, and this is ruining them.”

  “Yes
, sir.”

  I hang up the phone and toss it on the cushion in front of me.

  “Problem?” Marc asks.

  “Yeah, fucking club manager needs me to handle something. I’m sorry. Will you come with me? I’m not going to be long, and then we can come back here.”

  “Sure. Which club?”

  I stand up and smirk at him. “I believe you referred to it as the sex club.”

  “Well, you did offer to give me a tour yourself.”

  “I guess I did,” I say with a smile.

  We get into my black Mercedes and drive about half an hour before we get to the club. The apartment in the city is where I stay if I know I have a lot of club work to do, but tonight was supposed to be my night off.

  “I fucking hate driving,” I complain as I get stuck behind people who want to drive under the speed limit.

  “Get a driver,” Marc offers.

  “I have one, actually,” I say with a grin.

  “Really? Mr. Important, huh?”

  “More like Mr. I Really Hate Driving, and sometimes I’d rather be driven to and from meetings while making phone calls or working on business plans.

  “That’s too long of a name,” Marc laughs.

  “Whatever. I only use him sometimes. I’m not that spoiled.”

  I pull into the alleyway behind the club, and Marc and I make our way in through the back door and instantly go to my office. Steve and Chris are both inside, and I hear Steve complaining about having to wait this long right as I walk in.

  “Mr. Williams,” I greet through gritted teeth.

  He should have known better than to be back here. His membership was revoked by me personally, because the last time he was here he got way too forceful with some of the women, and proceeded to get naked in the middle of the main floor. It wasn’t the first time, either.

  “Mr. Cash, I don’t appreciate having to wait here for thirty minutes.”

  “I don’t appreciate having to drive thirty minutes from my house to have to talk to you, because you decided to show up at a place you’re no longer welcome at.”

  “I don’t know why my membership was revoked,” he says, getting to his feet unsteadily.

  “Maybe because you were drunk, like you are now, but I’ll explain.” I step closer to him. “You came into my club and started becoming belligerent with the women. You tried forcing yourself on a few, and when they declined, you found it necessary to shout obscenities at them. Does that ring any bells? How about when you decided to strip down in front of everybody and fondle yourself?”

  “I did no such thing.”

  “Yes, you did. You are no longer welcome here. You are no longer welcome at any of my clubs. If I see you again, I won’t hesitate to knock you on your ass. Do you understand?”

  “This is bullshit and you know it!” he yells, coming closer to me.

  I see Marc move from the doorway and further into the room.

  “You got your money back for the month. You have nothing to complain about.”

  “You’re an asshole!” he shouts in my face.

  “That’s fine. Now get the fuck out of my club.”

  He looks around at me, Chris, and Marc, and probably realizes he shouldn’t start anything.

  “Whatever. I don’t even want to be a member of this club.”

  I signal to the manager to follow him out, and then close the door behind them. I turn to look at Marc and apologize for having to come all the way out here for that, but as soon as I lock eyes with him, he lunges forward.

  His mouth is on mine in an instant, and his hands cover my cheeks. Our kiss is a clash of teeth and tongues. I wrap my arms around his body, my hands going to the muscles in his back. He backs me into the wall and continues to drive his tongue deep into my mouth.

  “Fuck, Marc,” I growl as I rip my mouth from his.

  He steps back, and we’re both left breathing hard.

  “Sorry.”

  “Fuck. I’m not. I just want to know what the hell that was for.”

  He smiles sheepishly. “I guess I was just a bit turned on after watching you. You just reeked of power and authority.”

  I step forward with a smirk. “You like that, huh?”

  “Mm.”

  I put my mouth near his, our lips almost touching. “Well, as much as I would like to use my power and authority and get you to bend over my desk for me, I did promise you a tour.”

  “Linc,” he whispers, his lips touching mine.

  “Yes?”

  “Fuck the tour.”

  I chuckle and step back. “Let’s do a quick tour, because even though I want to fuck you more than you know, I’d like to do plenty more, and in the comfort of my bed. We’ve already christened the office once, let’s aim for more places.”

  “Well, let’s hurry up, then.”

  I take him to the main floor where the music is buzzing and the lights are dim.

  “You’ve been here before,” I say, gesturing towards the bar I first saw him and Thalia at.

  “Yes, there were a few shows going on down here at the time. I saw you tap a guy on the shoulder and have him move his show somewhere else.”

  “There are private areas for those kinds of things. People know that, but get carried away.”

  “And where are these areas?”

  “Interested in getting some action?” I ask, raising a brow.

  “From you.”

  “I’ll show you,” I say, walking up the stairs that are next to the bar.

  “Did you have that girl interrupt me and Nathalia that night?”

  “No, believe it or not, I didn’t. She was drunk, and I had been keeping an eye on her. She kept trying to get involved with other couples.”

  He only nods in response.

  Once we get on the upper level, I take him to a hall that’s not really visible from down below. Doors line the hall, some open, some closed.

  We walk down and peek into the rooms that have the doors open. Some are empty, but some have people who don’t mind being watched.

  “Wow,” Marc whispers as we watch two women on the bed.

  We keep it moving, and find there are two other couples in one room and one threesome in the next.

  “There’s another room on the other side. It’s large and the doors close it off from the rest of the place. Group sex can happen there, or people watch others openly.”

  “I can understand how people get carried away here. It’s an adult playground.”

  “Something like that,” I say with a grin.

  “Well, I think we should leave.”

  “Why’s that?” I taunt.

  “Because my dick is hard, and it’s probably not a good idea for the owner to be seen fucking around in here.”

  “Let’s go, then.”

  I don’t bother with anything when we finally get back to my house. I go straight to my bedroom with Marc hot on my trail. As soon as we cross the threshold, I turn around and pull the shirt from my body, and Marc follows suit.

  “Take your pants off,” he demands as he begins pushing his own down his legs.

  I do what he says and we’re both left in only our boxer briefs. I can see the outline of his thick cock through the white material.

  “Fuck, you turn me on so much,” I growl as I reach out to stoke him through the material. His length is hot and hard in my hand.

  He pushes me back until I’m up against the bed. I sit and scoot back and watch as he crawls towards me.

  “I’ve been dying to get you in bed,” he says in a husky tone.

  “Since the club?” I ask, leaning back on my elbows.

  “Since the last time I was with you,” he replies, right before his tongue darts out and licks my lips.

  “You wanted to wait,” I say in a pant.

  “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

  His body forces mine down flat and our mouths connect. His lips are soft on mine as he gives me a couple small pecks, and then his tongue parts my
lips and dips into my mouth. My hands move across the ridges in his back as he kisses me slowly.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” I say against his mouth.

  “Ditto.”

  With a push, I roll him over and have him on his back. I remove his boxer briefs before straddling his legs.

  “I can’t wait to have you in my mouth again,” I say huskily, as I grab his hard cock in my hand and stroke.

  “Fuck yes, Linc.”

  I stroke the taut flesh from root to tip, and then let my thumb graze over his head. I feel the wetness that has seeped from his slit, and then bring my thumb to my mouth and suck.

  “Mmm.”

  A hoarse noise rumbles from his throat and he throws his head back. While he’s not looking, I drop my head and lick the underside of his shaft. His head shoots up, and he looks down at me, meeting my gaze.

  I maneuver my head and suck the tip of his cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it.

  “Yes,” he hisses.

  My lips move downward and I take him deep into my throat. I feel his fingers run through my hair and tighten slightly.

  “God, your mouth feels so good.”

  I groan in response and continue to move my mouth up and down over his length. My hand cups his balls and squeeze gently and my other hand grabs his shaft and strokes him while I suck.

  “Fuck!” he roars.

  I stop what I’m doing and quickly move to the side to remove my underwear. I climb back over him, our cocks rubbing against each other.

  Marc reaches down between us and takes both of our dicks into his hand and strokes. I watch with hooded eyes as his long fingers wrap around our thick erections. Feeling how hard he is against my dick makes me throb in his hand.

  “Goddamn, Marc,” I groan raggedly.

  Eventually, I’m able to tear myself from his grasp, and I move to the end table and grab lube and condoms. Tossing them on the bed, he watches me as he slowly strokes himself.

  “Roll over,” I rasp.