Show & Sell

I finger fuck her till she comes again and again.

I don’t know how many times I make her come before I take her mask off and release her handcuffs. When I do, she just smiles and brings her arms up around my neck.

We don’t talk. We don’t fucking need to.

I pick her up and carry to the bedroom. There, I lie her down on my huge bed. She curls up on the dark sheets and then rolls over and presents her ass to me.

I don’t need any more encouragement. Luckily, I’ve got the stamina to keep fucking all night long.Chapter 30Aurora

Breathe in, tighten your core, and let it out in eight counts.

My Pilates instructor is being especially tough today, but I’m not going to argue, because I know that I need it. I’ve always used physical activity as a means of releasing all of the aggression and tension within my body.

Today is no different.

It’s been a few days since I had that intense, fucking magical experience with Jasper. And let me tell you—I want more. Being with him did nothing to quell my desire for sex.

Where once I was a timid virgin, the Grayson brothers are now opening me up to all manner of servitude…to them. I’d to be their little sex slave and never look back. I’d like to feel that giant cock of Jasper’s in me all the time, day and night.

He lit a fire within me that’s not going to be extinguished anytime soon. One taste of the Grayson brothers was enough to ignite the flames of desire within me for a lifetime.

Having another taste—first of Finn and now of Jasper—well, it’s made lust overwhelm my system, and while I savor the feeling, I need to have an outlet for release.

The way Jasper manhandled my body, the way he fucked me into oblivion, all of that is still fresh in my mind.

I want more of him. I want him every day. I want him to fuck me like that every day for the rest of my life.

So as the Pilates instructor tries to tell me to focus on my core, what’s really going through my mind is how to contain the electricity and fire within.

“Good job, Aurora, breathe out slowly,” he says, perfecting my alignment.

I let myself go into the moment and try to stay grounded.

That’s the only thing that can save me now.

Class ends, and I take a luxurious shower in the locker room. This is no ordinary locker room. It’s outfitted with all the amenities and luxuries a person could want.

I pay good money for access to this club, and so I expect to have John John hair products at my beck and call.

And a cool dipping pool to relax my tired muscles.

I take advantage of the steam shower, my favorite way to detox, and then I breathe in the fine mist and let it out. My stress melts away, and yet my heart is still beating fast, on constant high alert, because I fear I’m falling for two men.

Only an idiot would fall for the Grayson brothers, consummate players that they are, but I can’t shake them out of my mind.

Once I’m bathed, clean, and fresh, I put on my white work suit and blow-dry my hair.

I don’t go to work very often, but today, I have to. There’s just too much happening. I’m worried most of all about the accounts.

My driver picks me up in the town car, and I sink into the deep leather seats as the car winds its way through New York City. We arrive at my parent’s building. I know they died, but I will always think of this as their company.

They live on in my heart, and I guess that’s all that I can count on right now, or ever.

Once inside, Jeffrey, the head of marketing approaches me.

“Aurora, hi, thanks for coming in today. We’re having a hard time filing those orders from Belgium. There’s word going around the office that the company’s in trouble. And our manufacturers feel uncomfortable taking a risk on an unsteady company.”

He walks with me to my office.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. This can’t happen, Jeffrey. We can’t have any stalling in our timeline. I have it all laid out perfectly, and we need to keep on schedule.”

“I know, I know. That’s what I tried to tell them, but people aren’t listening. Can I tell you the truth?”

I look at him, wondering what the hesitation is all about.

“Of course you can tell me the truth. I have to know everything, Jeffrey. Just tell me.”

He stares at me for a moment, like he’s afraid or something. I can tell that whatever’s on his mind isn’t something he feels like sharing with me.

“What is it?” I probe.

“The thing is, Aurora, people are starting to talk about your brother. They’re starting to say things.”