Wicked Favor

by Sawyer Bennett

  Jerico's eyebrows fly upward in surprise. I've not initiated any type of sex in public. It's always been him pulling me off to do something dirty in front of others. He knows part of what gets me off is the wrongness of it all, and I know in a million years he never thought I'd suggest it.

  "Are you sure?" he asks, eyes filled with slight worry.

  I nod. "I'm feeling adventurous. As our time winds down... well, I think I want to give it my all here. Don't want to walk away with regrets."

  Jerico picks up his vodka tonic, takes a sip, and sets it down on the bar. When he turns to look at me, he asks, "What would you say if I offered you a permanent job here?"

  Now my eyebrows are the ones to shoot up. "Doing what?"

  "Hostess duty," he says.

  I take another healthy sip of my Manhattan, all thoughts of the stocks on temporary hold. After I set my glass down next to his, I say, "I'm not sure how I'd explain this job to my mother."

  Jerico's brows furrow. "What does she think you're doing?"

  My face flushes with slight embarrassment when I give guilty smirk. "She thinks I'm working as a secretary for The Jameson Group. I've told her as a security firm you're open 24/7, so she thinks I'm working the night shift."

  "Huh," Jerico says, not put out by this lie. "You're in the front where no sex occurs and you're just welcoming patrons. That's respectable."

  "I suppose I could float that by her," I respond pensively, wondering how to even start a conversation like that with my mom.

  Hey Mom... um, I'm working at a sex club, but it's okay... I'm just a hostess who greets people coming in.

  "I'm going to have to think about it," I say softly.

  "That's fine," Jerico concedes, but his expression is serious and somber. It makes my stomach tighten as he opens his mouth to say something else, and I brace. "But I'd also like to keep seeing you after the contract period is up."

  A physical jolt of shock causes me to jerk backward a bit. My eyes have to be as large as saucers. "You would?"

  Jerico gives a nonchalant shrug and looks out over the crowd. "Well, you know... you make a fucking phenomenal cake."

  I slap him on the chest, and his head turns back to me with a sinful grin.

  "Let me amend that," he says with a hand to the back of my neck to pull me close to him. "You're fucking phenomenal in a million different ways, and I'm not ready to stop what we have."

  My heart is thundering in my chest because I'm excited at the prospect of more with Jerico, but I'm leery at the same time. I didn't let my heart get too involved so I wouldn't be crushed when I walked away in nine days, and here he is making me open myself up again.

  "When you say you don't want to stop what we have," I say carefully, so I understand exactly what he's offering, "are you talking about the club sex?"

  Jerico gives me an eyeroll. It looks weird coming from him because he's always so professional and put together. "I'm talking about dating you, Trista. That would include fucking here in the club and a million different other places. Going out to dinner, movies, and whatever other shit people who date do."

  "Monogamous, right?" I ask, again not daring to hope.

  "You're usually not this dense," he mutters, but then smiles at me. "Yes, monogamous. And if you say you have to think about it, I'm going to redden your ass when I get you in the stocks."

  My entire being is flooded with warmth over the fact Jerico wants to be with me. He wants the emotional connection and not just an impersonal fuck. Still, I play coy, lifting a finger to tap at the corner of my chin as I look upward in contemplation. "Hmmm... let me think--"

  Suddenly, Jerico lifts me and throws my body over his shoulder. I shriek in surprise and offense, slapping at his back. "Put me down, you big ape."

  I get rewarded with a hard crack of his palm against my ass, crying out from the pain even as my panties get wetter from the pleasure of it.

  I yell all kinds of vile curses as Jerico takes me right to The Silo and the stocks room, which is surprisingly empty, but then again, it's early. That usually doesn't get busy until very late when some girl--or even a guy--works up the courage to get locked in and then fucked by multiple people.

  When he bends over to set me on wobbly feet, I make the mistake of looking out the glass wall where a few people are walking closer to watch. My nerves go into overdrive and practically explode when I see two of the condiment tray girls glaring at me. My gaze slides to the wooden device that will hold me captive, and I look longingly at it. It's a symbol to me right in this moment that I've got a naughty side that can be celebrated openly, and I have a man I can trust to lock me in there and do whatever he wants to me.

  "Second thoughts?" Jerico says as his hands come to my shoulders. He angles down to kiss my neck.

  I shake my head as I stare right back out the window to those watching and shore up my resolve to do this. Right now, it's what I want and what I can accept about this relationship with Jerico. After we're done though, I'm not sure he's going to like my decision.

  Jerico makes swift work of locking me up in the stocks. He doesn't even bother undressing me, only telling me to spread my legs apart, which I do. The position isn't comfortable at all. While I can rest my wrists down on the wood, I have to hold my head up. Otherwise, I'd have too much pressure on my windpipe. But what really makes this a huge turn on and well worth the tiny discomforts is that I can't see what Jerico is doing behind me. I can't turn my head and even if I could, the wooden boards would block my view.

  I suck in a deep breath when I feel his hands on my hips, pressing his crotch into my backside. He's already hard and the knowledge he's ready just from putting me in this contraption makes me hotter for him. Jerico pulls the bottom of my dress up. It's stretchy and stays banded around my waist, so now my backside, which is covered by a pair of sheer deep green panties made of satin, is exposed for all to see. I feel his bare palms on my ass cheeks and he rubs lightly, sometimes squeezing the twin globes. It's not enough, but it makes me squirm. I push my backside up a little higher, giving him a silent invitation to touch me somewhere else.

  Instead, one palm disappears only to return swiftly with a hard crack to my ass. I shriek from the surprise and pain and my hips tilt inward trying to pull my ass out of his reach. Another crack and I cry out again.

  "Told you I was going to redden that ass," Jerico growls behind me, and I receive another sharp slap, which was just as forceful, but now I'm not noticing the stinging pain as much. Instead, my sex clenches and releases with need, and I can't help but moan when he strikes me again. Jerico alternates slaps with a soft stroking of his palm across my skin. I need him inside of me so bad I start squirming, moving my legs inward so I can press them together and perhaps ease the ache there.

  "Uh-uh-uh, Trista," Jerico says in a soft, patronizing voice as he sweeps his leg left and right to get mine to spread my further. "Bad girl. It's gonna cost you."

  I tense, waiting for another blow to my reddened ass, but he slaps me between the legs instead, right against the swollen lips of my pussy and I swear I almost orgasm from that.

  Bracing for another blow, I'm stunned when Jerico snakes his fingers under my panties at the back and sinks two fingers into me. I'm so wet it makes a squelching noise, and I wince with embarrassment even as my hips rotate involuntarily to try to draw him in deeper.

  "I didn't know spanking you would make you this wet," Jerico murmurs as he withdraws his fingers. Hell, I didn't know it either but apparently, I've got a kinky thing for spanking.

  While I can't see what's happening, I know what's coming. Jerico's zipper and the tear of the foil pack to release the condom seem loud. Jerico groans when he rolls it on, and I spread my legs out a little further, my entire body quivering in anticipation.

  And then he's rubbing the tip of his cock through my wet folds, having done nothing more than pull the material of my panties aside to give him access. Something about us not taking off a stitch of clothing makes this even n
aughtier. Jerico pushes the head inside me, pauses just a second, and then simultaneously delivers another slap to my ass as he drives in deep.

  So deep my shoulders hit the wooden stocks and the breath is knocked out of me slightly. Doesn't matter though because the feeling of that hard, swollen length inside of me... pushing against the edge of my womb, feels so good I want him to do it again and again.

  "Harder," I moan as he starts to slide out, and he rewards me by slamming back in.

  "Yes," I hiss in gratitude, and then it's on.

  Jerico sets up a brutal pace, thrusting hard and fast. He slaps my ass a few more times, but then his hand reaches around, slips down my panties, and plays with my clit. My blood is already racing and the feelings of him fucking me hard, rolling my clit, and sometimes slapping me is almost too much to bear. My climax starts barreling toward me even though I try to hold it off. He's barely been fucking me a few minutes, but my entire body tightens as it prepares to break apart.

  With a sexy grunt of pleasure, Jerico drives in so deep that my climax is released in an amazingly violent burst that makes me call out his name. As my body trembles and shudders, Jerico practically heaves himself into me, cursing and grunting with pleasure.

  "I'm close," he says through gritted teeth, fucking me furiously so his words come out in short bursts.

  I wait for that moment I've come to know well--when he'll bury balls' deep and grind against me as he unloads. His pace tells me he's almost there, but then he suddenly stops.

  Pulls out of me quickly, so I cry out from the loss of this thickness.

  But then he's in front of me, whipping off the condom and staring down at me with eyes so darkened with lust I'm not sure I even see the real Jerico residing in there. One of his hands grabs my jaw as he says, "Open up."

  I immediately comply because I told him he could fuck my mouth tonight. Frankly, I love giving him head. It's one of the few times I have power over him. While I can't touch him like I normally would to roll his balls or press my fingers against his anus, I merely double up on my sucking efforts to draw him in as I stare up at him.

  His hands come to gently frame my face, and he doesn't move in me the way he did from the back. He's gentle so he doesn't choke me, but he gives it to me as deep as possible.

  "God, I love watching my cock slide in and out of that beautiful mouth of yours," Jerico murmurs, stroking a thumb across my cheek. "Not as much as I just enjoyed watching it ram into your cunt, but fuck, baby... this is really good."

  I'd smile if my mouth wasn't so full of cock.

  Jerico picks up the pace, going a little faster but not as deep. I hollow my cheeks as hard as I can, getting swipes of my tongue on the underside of the head where he's especially sensitive.

  I keep my eyes on Jerico and he watches me, both of us so focused on each other the entire world outside of here seems to have melted away. I no longer even think about being in stocks or people and coworkers watching me. All I think about is making Jerico feel good, giving a little hum of need that he gives it up to me.

  Jerico sucks in breath between his teeth, baring them with an almost tortured expression on his face. Then he stops, throws his head back, and groans as he starts to come on my tongue. I swallow, my throat working for every spurt in my mouth. He's salty and tangy, and I just love the taste of him.

  Huffing out a breath of relief and exhaustion, Jerico pulls his cock from my lips and I flex my jaw. After tucking himself into his pants, he squats down so we're eye level and gives me a soft kiss. "That was incredible," he says huskily when he pulls back.

  "Very," I tell him.

  He smiles and moves to stand. "Let me get you out of there."

  "Wait," I say quickly, and he bends again. His head is tilted in curiosity. "Don't you want my answer?"

  "You know I do," he says with a smile.

  "Yes, to your job offer," I tell him. "And yes to us continuing to see each other--"

  His mouth slams into mine, but I mumble against it. "Wait."

  Jerico pulls back. "But... if I'm working here, I don't want to use The Wicked Horse anymore for our... um... intimate moments."

  "Excuse me?" he says, his brows furrowing inward, then he immediately stands up. "Wait... don't answer that now. Let me get you out of there so we can go to my apartment."

  Before I can say another word, Jerico is behind me, pulling my panties back in place, smoothing my dress down, and unlocking the stocks. I stand up, my back stiff but the ache between my legs very welcomed.

  Jerico takes me by the elbow and leads me out the door that goes into the perimeter hallway. As soon as the door closes and we are out of sight and hearing, he turns on me. "Why don't you want to use The Wicked Horse? I mean... what was that we just did?"

  So much for waiting to talk until we get to his apartment.

  I jerk my thumb over my shoulder toward the stocks. "That right there was amazing. One of the best sexual experiments of my life. But I can't handle the animosity from the other staff when you like to publicly flaunt me. So, as long as I'm working here, I want our relationship to stay private and away from my coworkers' eyes."

  Brows drawing in even closer together, he asks, "So as long as you work for me, no sex in the club. But if you don't work for me, we can fuck in here."

  "That about sums it up," I tell him simply.

  "And this is all to keep harmony between you and the staff?" he asks for additional clarification.

  "Yup."

  "Then the job offer to work at the club is revoked," Jerico says as he crowds in close to me. I take a step back, pressing into the wall. His voice goes low... hypnotic. "I'll hire you to work for Jameson Group. You'll work at the office over on Clark Avenue. Then some nights you can join me here, other nights my apartment. Sound fair?"

  "You're selling The Jameson Group," I remind him. "That doesn't sound like good job security to me."

  Jerico snickers and presses his lips to my head. "It won't be any time soon, and I'll make your employment there a condition of the sale with Kynan."

  This is such an easy option that I feel terrible even considering it. Jerico's doing too much for me, and I don't like how it's making me feel. I've never been one to depend on others for help, outside of asking my brother for a loan... and I'll not be making that mistake again.

  Resting my hand on Jerico's chest, I say, "Let me think about the job offer."

  It's obvious he wants to argue and force me into accepting, but he holds his tongue and gives me an accepting nod. My heart almost doubles in on itself when he asks hesitantly, "But you still want to see me? Regardless of whether I have you in the club or not?"

  Smiling wide, I give him a resounding, "Yes. That part's a done deal."

  "Then we'll figure out everything else later," Jerico says as he drags me out of The Silo and to his apartment.

  CHAPTER 25

  Jerico

  After pulling the seven-iron from my bag, I reach into my pocket and curl my fingers around the golf ball and tee I'd shoved in there after the last hole. I keep my eyes on the flag of this par-three. There's barely any wind so this should be an easy shot to the green.

  One foot planted, the other one rises slightly as I bend down to push the tee into the ground with the golf ball already on top of it. I step behind the tee and take a few practice swings.

  "Fifty bucks says you don't hit the green," Kynan says as I move in closer.

  "You're on," I say without looking at him. I've been on fire today, my confidence in my game at an all-time high. Maybe it's because Trista let me tie her to my bed last night or maybe it's just because I'm currently kicking Kynan's ass, but I know I'll hit the green.

  Easiest money ever.

  I position myself, rocking left and right a few times to get stabilized. My head turns to look at the green once more, down to the ball, back to the green, and finally back to the ball. I swing. When I make contact, I know it's a good shot. My eyes lock on the ball as it sails down the fairway but
only for a moment. I'm so confident I don't watch it land but rather reach down to pick up my tee. When I stand back up, Kynan's muttering a curse and pulling his wallet out to hand me fifty bucks.

  Grinning, I gladly take his money, loving this day. It started with Trista's warm body beside me, and I'd forgotten how nice it was to snuggle with someone and wake up all tangled up in each other. She made breakfast--French toast--and then we took a long, leisurely, and orgasmic shower together. She headed home to get some personal things done, and I met Kynan out here at the golf course an hour ago.

  Kynan follows the same routine I just did to get ready for his shot. Normally, we're evenly matched, but I'm riding high today and he won't be able to come close to the groove I've got going. After he tees off, we deposit our clubs back in our bags, which are sitting on hand carts, and we start walking along the fairway to the green.

  "I want out by the end of the year," I tell Kynan, but he doesn't show any response. Not a jerk, a head snap my way, or even a "what the fuck?"

  "Do you have an official buyout proposal?" he asks, getting right down to business.

  It's no secret I want to sell The Jameson Group. Military special ops have been a big part of my life for the past eleven years, but with almost fifteen months of owning The Wicked Horse under my belt, I know this is all I want to do. It's the next phase of my life. I'm leaving one career and starting another. And who knows, maybe in ten or fifteen years, I'll start another.

  But Kynan is the only one I'd trust to take over the business and keep it within the exacting standards I've set. He knows I want out and I've slated him to be the one, but he had no clue my timeline would be this fast. I'm sure he felt I'd stay in another five years or so, which is why I'm surprised he's taking this so casually.

  "I've worked up an official proposal and my attorney is reviewing it now," I tell Kynan.

  "Without even knowing what you're going to need," Kynan says as we continue walking side by side while pulling our hand carts. "I can tell you right now I don't have the type of money I'm suspecting you're going to want to buy you out."

  Here's the thing about private security.

  It's expensive.