Elegant Sins (Dark Secret Society 1)

“Shut your mouth, dear,” Montgomery murmured in my ear and I could hear the smile in his voice. “You’ll catch flies.”

I immediately clamped my mouth shut.

“How nice that you finally decided to grace us with your presence,” bellowed a loud voice from our left.

I looked that way just in time to see a man—the same man I’d seen the first morning I was here with the discarded belle doing the walk of shame. Montgomery’s father.

He was shirtless and his— Oh my God, his half-limp dick was just hanging out. Convenient since he’d just stopped having sex with a woman who was still bent over on an ottoman, ass up, to wander over to us at the bottom of the stairs.

Montgomery’s jaw locked. “Father.”

Montgomery’s momentarily light mood was gone. His face was suddenly devoid of emotion, and he kept his eyes fixed on the upper wall, close to the ceiling. I couldn’t believe his dad was just walking around like that in front of him. It was obviously something Montgomery didn’t want to look at.

But it turned out I hadn’t seen anything yet.

“Little birds tell me you’ve been working harder than ever. Closing deals. Running the office remotely.” His father shook his head and grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waitress with glittering rainbow nipple pasties. The only other thing she was wearing was a thong, and Montgomery’s dad made sure to tweak her bare ass before she walked away.

I fucking hated it when customers did that to me. I bet that girl was just trying to make a buck to survive, but these bastards had their hands all over her all night. Considering this party, probably more than that.

Montgomery stayed silent, teeth clenched, eyes on the wall.

His father grinned at him, obviously pleased to be nettling him. “It seems to me that you’re missing the spirit of the Initiation. Or maybe you just chose poorly, if she can’t even manage to distract you from your work for a while.”

His dad stepped closer to me and reached out a hand toward my chest. An inch before he made contact with my breast, though, Montgomery’s hand shot out and caught his father at the wrist. “Look at her collar, Father. You know the rules.”

But his father just chuckled. “Ah ah ah. You know everything’s a test. The Elders don’t look kindly on someone not willing to share their toys. And if you think I’m going to relinquish the keys to my kingdom to someone who can’t even play the game… well…”

His father stepped back and pulled his hand away from me. “Maybe you aren’t the son I raised you to be.”

Finally, Montgomery’s gaze shifted. He looked his father straight in the eye.

“Oh, I’m here to play the game. But while some fathers and sons enjoy a particular kind of closeness—” Montgomery’s eyes shifted again, and I followed where he looked.

Not far from us a woman was bent over some sort of bench. A young man screwed her from behind while she sucked off an older man from the front. My first instinct was to turn away, but this was the world I was in now, and I forced myself to look closer.

The two men, old and young, shared some distinguishable features. They had the same nose, same hair color, the same build. They had to be father and son. Fucking the same woman at once.

My eyes shot back to Montgomery’s father. Was that what he wanted? Had he hoped his son would pick the red or white collar so that I’d be the woman in that position, being taken by both father and son at once?

A shudder went down my spine. I’d known from the beginning that my body would be used in ways I could never have imagined, but that? That was a bridge too far. If only because I’d met this man on two occasions, and both times, he’d made me want to crawl out of my skin. I couldn’t fathom how Montgomery could be his son.

“That’s never been up my alley,” Montgomery finished calmly, almost conversationally.

And then he reached down casually and began to finger me. Right in front of his father while they kept talking.

I jumped at the contact but forced myself not to pull away. My face flamed though, and it took everything in me not to wrap my arms around myself and cover up as more and more eyes turned our way.

“You see,” Montgomery said, “I thought being a part of the Order meant that we got to be kings among men. And tonight, as a king, I want all of my pet’s attention centered on me. Isn’t that right, pet?”

He snapped his fingers, the ones that had just been teasing at my sex and pointed at the floor.

And God help me, I dropped to my knees.