Indecent Games Duet - Boxed Set

by Clarissa Wild

  She looks down at it and then clutches it harder.

  It’s silent for a few seconds, and I find it hard to deal with.

  “Say something,” I say.

  “What am I supposed to say? Honestly, for the first time in forever, I feel like I could cry.”

  “Then cry,” I respond.

  “No.” Her nostrils flare. “You did this. All of this.”

  “My father did. And his father when he started this all.”

  “But you continued it. You knew, and you never once thought of coming to tell me?”

  “I couldn’t. It’s forbidden.”

  “Fuck forbidden.” She throws the locket at me and looks away, but not before I can clearly see the tears being pushed away.

  I pick it up from the seat and hold it close, wondering if it means so little to her that she could just chuck it away. Or maybe it means so much to her that she couldn’t bear to look at it one second longer.

  “Don’t be upset,” I say. “I’m only telling you the truth. That’s what you wanted, right?”

  “My parents are liars,” she whispers. “They lied to my face … my entire life.”

  “They didn’t do it because they wanted to.” I grab her hand. “You should know that. My father gave them a small percentage of shares in our company to keep their mouths shut, and if they did talk … they wouldn’t be alive today.”

  “I don’t understand. I thought they were poor,” she says. “We were poor.”

  “They are because they can’t touch the money until you’re married to one of us,” I say. “My father added that as a clause.”

  Her hand slips from mine as she covers her mouth. “Why are you telling me this? What’s in it for you?”

  “You. You’re in it.” I smile.

  “No.” Her brows furrow. “There’s more to this. Your father. You’ve mentioned him so many times.” Her eyes flicker with something … hopeful. Mischievous. “You need a girl to have a baby … because your father wants to have an heir. But it’s not just the baby. It’s one of you,” she murmurs.

  My heart beats in my throat.

  “It’s not just us. You … your brothers … only one of you can win the ultimate prize.” Her lips quirk into a devious smile. “The company.”

  Narrowing my eyes, I push the locket into her hand, close it, and look away.

  “You not answering means I’m right,” she says.

  “And here I thought you were on the verge of crying,” I muse. “Guess the conniving girl is back.”

  “She never left,” she retorts. “You know, I’m starting to think all of this that you and your brothers and your father are doing is illegal. Maybe I should call the cops?”

  I laugh. “Good luck … they’re all in our pocket. We contribute a lot of our earnings to the police departments. It keeps us off their radar.”

  The limo stops, luckily, and I take a quick breather as I step out.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  From emotional to cold-hearted bitch, she can switch with the snap of a finger and not give a damn about anything in the world as long as she’s the one winning.

  This woman is insane.

  I smile as I walk to her side of the limo to help her out.

  Like I said … a perfect fit.

  20.

  Accompanying Song: “Desire” by Meg Myers (Hucci Remix)

  Naomi

  Later that day

  “I’m back,” I say, as I walk into the women’s bedroom.

  They’re all sitting on the couch and look up at me, but after a quick hi, they continue chatting away. Their lack of surprise at my entry doesn’t faze me.

  I throw my bag on my bed and sit down, staring at the locket that’s still in my hand.

  I can’t believe Max had this. All this time, he had it, and he never told me.

  Maybe he was afraid of how I’d react.

  I admit I almost fractured, for a moment … I almost punched him in the gut and jumped from the vehicle. Almost.

  However, when I thought about everything that he’d told me, something clicked. When I realized he was a pawn in this game just as much as I was, I knew that I still had a chance to get out on top. To get everything I want and punish those who’ve done me wrong. It seemed like a futile dream before, but now, it could be a reality.

  All I need to do is beat these women.

  And that’s easy … now that I know how to play this game.

  I look around and notice that one of the girls is missing. Latisha.

  “Where’s Latisha?” I ask.

  “With Anthony. Why?”

  Interesting. “Oh, no reason,” I reply. “Just wondering why we’re not complete.”

  “She’s been hanging around him a lot lately,” Britt muses. “I think she’s got a thing for him.”

  “Yeah, but I’m not so sure it’s mutual,” Stacey says.

  “Stop gossiping,” Jordan says, sighing. “It’s giving me a headache.”

  I shrug and sit down on my bed to tuck some of my stuff back into my nightstand. I’m not just sitting here instead of on the couch because I enjoy the silence … it also gives me the time to think about the fact that Latisha is the only one missing from the group, and that she’s probably all over Anthony as we speak. I wonder if they’re just talking or actually fucking. If he’s already chosen her or just likes to fool around.

  Regardless, it means there’s little chance for the other girls to get a hold of him … unless they get pregnant.

  Someone knocks on the door and opens it right away. “Get ready, girls. Fifteen minutes.” It’s Devon.

  I guess the next game is about to start.

  I get up and walk to the bathroom to refresh myself.

  Stacey’s putting red lipstick on Britt’s lips with utter precision. “Stay still.” She grabs Britt’s arm and holds her as she meticulously works the lipstick like she’s painting on a canvas. Britt smiles, and they gaze at each other awkwardly as I walk behind them and open the faucet to splash some water on my face.

  “All done.” Stacey smiles as she tucks the lipstick back into her pocket. Then she grabs a few strands of Britt’s hair and clips them behind her ear, taking great care to make her as perfect as she can be. And the way Britt looks at Stacey makes me feel like she’s admiring her.

  “You look beautiful,” Stacey says, as her fingers linger near Britt’s face.

  I grab my mascara and start applying it, at which point Britt glances quickly at me and then clears her throat. “Thanks.” She blushes and turns, and they both walk off like they’re in a hurry.

  I shrug and casually apply my makeup, knowing full well that at the end of the day, it’ll all probably run down my face.

  I look at the woman in the mirror and wonder what I’m becoming. If I’m ready to face these three men again. If I could let all of them fuck me again and again until I’m wasted from cum. If I could kill.

  Because I have thought about killing them …

  And the girls.

  But what kind of person does that make me?

  A monster. Precisely what I judged Devon for.

  Maybe that’s why Max likes me … because I’m just as cunning and just as devilish as he and his brothers are.

  No wonder they were fighting over me.

  I shut the powder box and gaze at myself once more before I turn around to put on a new dress and finish up.

  I’ve already made my decision. I’m staying, and I’m playing to win.

  All the women are sitting on the couch or on the chairs facing each other. Blatantly staring. None of them speaks a word.

  But I know what they’re thinking.

  They all know why they’re here.

  What’s at stake. Money. Power. A company so huge it could destroy entire economies with one command.

  Now that they’ve seen the possibilities and the consequences of marrying one of these men, they’ve made their choice.

  None of us will give up the fight.<
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  And none of them is willing to let the other win.

  All five women go outside, and Latisha joins us as we line up in the hall again.

  This time, Max is the only one who comes up to greet us. “Welcome, ladies. And welcome back to some who renewed their contract.” He nods at me and Camilla, who then throws a glare at me, which I ignore.

  “It’s time for another test. This one is more about endurance. How long will you last?” A sly smile forms on his face. “Come join us in our game of wheel of fortune.” He points at the doors at the beginning of the hall behind us that lead to the dining room, and we all turn around to see Devon and Anthony opening them.

  “Follow me,” Max says as he leads the way.

  The women tread behind him obediently. I’m the only one who walks beside him, not caring whether this is the way it’s supposed to go or not. I know what I can expect, but I also know my place … and it’s not behind him, of that I’m sure.

  When we enter the dining room, I hear the girls behind me gasp.

  I’m not surprised.

  The large twelve-person table has made a place for a bench that could fit one person … and there are hooks and straps on the side and front.

  I swallow at the sight of the bench, but also at the fact that behind it is a wooden wheel with pictures of our faces on it.

  “Oh, my god …” Stacey mumbles.

  I gaze over my shoulder to see her grasp Britt’s hand in fear.

  “Don’t be frightened,” Anthony says as he pats the bench. “This here is where all the fun begins.” I want to rip the smile off his face. “Let me explain what’s going to happen. One of us will turn this wheel. When it lands on the picture of your face, you’ll be the one to lie on this bench. But don’t think you can avoid having to lie here because all of you will get a turn. We’ll continue this game until all of you have had your fill.”

  He licks his lips before he proceeds. “When you are chosen, you will strip down naked, and we will strap you to the bench. Then Devon, Max and I … will fuck your orifices.”

  More gasps are audible from behind me.

  “The goal is to please us until we come. However, after three minutes have passed, a clock will go off, which means we will switch positions.” The smirk on his face makes me want to hurl. “It also means that you will have one cock in your pussy, one cock in your mouth, and one cock in your hand. Now … the fun part is knowing that one of us will come in your pussy and one of us in your mouth.”

  “Without protection?” Jordan asks.

  Devon laughs at her. “Don’t worry, love, we’re all clean here, and we know all of you are too.”

  I don’t think she wants to know how they know, so she shuts up immediately.

  “But can’t we get pregnant then?” Stacey asks.

  “Yes.” Anthony looks her dead in the eyes. “That’s exactly the point. The only question is… whose baby will it be?” He shrugs. “And that’s what makes it so fun.”

  “This is ridiculous,” Camilla says. “You never said anything about a baby.”

  “We said everything about your body being ours in any way whatsoever … in exchange for fifty million dollars. Are you sure you want to be here?” Anthony asks her.

  She balls her fists but doesn’t say another word.

  “Good.” He gives us a lopsided smile. “Now … let’s see who’s going to go first.”

  Devon grins as he spins the wheel and bites his lip as he looks at each of the girls, probably wondering which position he’s going to fuck us first. It makes me wonder if he’s already forgotten about Lauren so quickly.

  I watch in silence as the wheel slowly comes to a stop with the arrow pointing at my picture.

  Everyone looks at me like I should know what to do.

  Max steps forward. “Naomi, strip.”

  I glare at him before reaching for my zipper at the side of my body and pulling it down. My dress peels away, and I step out of my heels to rid myself of the dress. My bra comes off next, and as the clasps unhook and the straps fall off my shoulders, Devon’s tongue dips out to slowly lick his lips again.

  My face is completely blank as it drops to the ground while Anthony’s pants begin to tent.

  As I proceed to take off my panties, the girls behind me look at me with pity. I don’t even have to see them to feel their gaze like lasers in my back.

  When I’m naked, and my nipples are hardened from the cold, all three men have hard-ons.

  Max holds out his hand, and I take it. He guides me to the bench and helps me lie down. One by one, he slides my legs apart and shackles my ankles to the wood. As I lie now, I can’t keep my head up, which tilts over the edge of the bench.

  I’m open and wide. Exactly how they want me.

  Max towers above me. “Good girl,” he says, gently caressing my cheek.

  “The rest of you will sit down and watch,” Anthony muses as he unbuttons his shirt. “Pick a seat.”

  The girls scramble to find a place to sit while I lie here, cold and uncomfortable, waiting for the ordeal to start. I take comfort in the fact that one of them will lie here next and that they will cycle through us all until it’s finished. At least I get to go first and won’t be a sloppy second.

  Devon kicks off his shoes as Anthony throws his shirt in the corner. Meanwhile, Max has already taken off his tie and blue shirt and dropped them to the floor. He’s now unzipping his pants and taking off his shoes. The moment the men reveal their hard-on to the girls, more gasps are audible, and when I look at Latisha and how she’s licking her lips and blinking fast, I just know she’s dying to go next.

  Maybe I should recommend her.

  I laugh to myself as the now naked men step forward and position themselves near the bench.

  “Do you have any questions before we start?” Max asks.

  I close my eyes and shake my head. “I’m ready for whatever comes next.”

  “Ha-ha … cum …” Devon snorts.

  No one thinks he’s funny except him.

  Then he asks, “Who’s going to take her pussy first?”

  “Well, since I’m already between her legs,” Anthony muses as he claims his spot, “I am.”

  I feel like a piece of meat bartered to the highest bidder. What a fuck show.

  “Fine,” Devon growls, and he settles for my hand instead.

  “Now, Naomi … you do understand that it’s your job to make us come?” Max asks, and he winks as he looks down at me. I’m sure that wink means something, and I bet I know what. It has something to do with the fact that he wants to come inside me … and that if we want to win together, we need to make sure he’s the one who comes inside my pussy.

  I nod, preparing for what’s to come by breathing in and out slowly.

  “Let’s begin,” Max says, and he presses a timer positioned on a small table behind him.

  His brothers move toward me and start rubbing themselves until they’re fully hard. Then they place their members on my skin. First is Devon, who grabs my hand and wraps it around his cock.

  “Stroke me,” he says.

  I do what he asks, but only because I must.

  Anthony’s dick swiveling back and forth across my pussy distracts me, and for a moment, I wonder if I should say something about the fact that I’ll never get wet for him.

  Apparently, he’s already thought of that because he immediately grabs a bottle of lube from another cabinet to the left and smears it all over his cock and me.

  “You have such a nicely shaven pussy,” he murmurs. “Makes me wanna come all over it.”

  He slips his cock between my folds like he’s preparing it … or me.

  I try to ignore him as I focus on Max who’s been jerking off above me. He hovers closer and lets the tip rest on my lips. My mouth opens instinctively. He slides inside with ease. I’m so used to his taste that it already makes me horny just from having him on my tongue.

  Suddenly, Anthony slams into me, and I suck in a brea
th … right when Max thrusts in his cock.

  I almost choke and gurgle from the feel of him down my throat as Anthony buries himself into me deeply.

  Max slaps my left cheek. “Focus, Naomi,” he growls.

  I wonder whether he means on him or on Anthony.

  I don’t want Anthony to come inside me, so I have to avoid it at all cost.

  Relax my muscles and don’t clamp up. Let him fuck me all I want, I don’t care. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.

  Devon suddenly pinches my nipple, making me squeal against Max’s cock.

  “Keep jerking me off,” Devon says.

  I try to work him as well as I can, as I’d love for him to come on my stomach instead of in my pussy. Anything but that. However, he doesn’t seem remotely close to busting his nut.

  Anthony thrusts faster, and I feel my pussy thump from arousal. Fuck. It feels so wrong. Being fucked from all three angles by three guys while all the girls are watching. It’s like a sex scene but kinkier. And I’m not even sure I mind it that much.

  Max takes his cock and rubs my saliva all over his length before sliding back in again. He holds my face while he does it—gently, not roughly. I don’t even mind it that much. It keeps my mind off the fact that Anthony is claiming my pussy as if it belongs to him when it doesn’t. In my head, I imagine it’s a dildo going in. The only one I can’t replace is Devon’s cock in my hand.

  The alarm clock going off makes me jolt, and Max pulls his cock from my throat. “Damn, I was enjoying that a little too much.” The head of his length bobs up and down, and it makes me smile. Fuck me. I shouldn’t be happy that he liked it so much.

  Anthony presses his fingers to his lips and places them on my clit. “This tight pussy almost made me come,” he murmurs before walking away.

  My lip twitches as he approaches my face, and Max steps aside. All the men switch places now, and Devon positions himself between my legs. I close my eyes as Anthony lingers over my face, the reminder of him throat fucking me already making me gag before he even starts.

  Max’s gentle hand as he guides me to his dick makes me a little bit more comfortable. Until Anthony starts the timer.