“Let the fun begin,” Abilene said, breaking my thoughts. The snarkiness in her voice was quite obvious.
She didn’t wait for me to say anything, but instead went and joined the other women. Members of the Order of the Silver Ghost were already touching, fingering, taking, and fucking as they chose. I noticed my friend Rafe sitting in a high-back chair that flanked the wall next to others. I decided I would join him there and watch the show. What else was expected of me, I didn’t know, but I thought it best to follow Rafe’s moves in this regard since he had experience on me.
When I sat down, I quickly saw that Rafe had no intention of having small talk with me. His eyes were razor sharp, focused on his belle, and the anger inside of him practically had an odor that reeked of danger. I decided it was best to sit quietly, watch my own belle deal with this—invasion—and move on with the night.
There were dozens of beautiful girls in the room. Plenty of sexy images before me that could captivate my attention all night, and yet… my eyes remained locked on Abilene. No one compared, and it also appeared as if the little minx knew it. Her confidence bordered on arrogance, and I fucking loved it. Those green eyes of hers taunted me. Dared me to stand from where I sat and to claim her as mine. And as a man in a silver robe approached her and ran his hands along her perfect tits, I nearly came undone.
But I refused to let her have that power.
No… I would focus my attention elsewhere. She chose the white collar, so let her deal with the ramifications of that. And even though watching these men begin to touch her and caress her as if she were nothing but a piece of meat drove me insane deep inside… I wasn’t going to show it. No. I would just sit here and sip from my drink without a care in the world. I could get through this Trial. I could ignore what was going on. I could not… care.
Black and white.
Stick to the plan.
And I was doing so well with that plan until I saw Mr. St. Claire not far from Abilene begin to stroke his cock, rapidly and rough, as he prepared to master one of these poor women. All I kept telling myself was that it better not be my woman. Not mine.
“Get her over here,” he said to the closest woman. “I want to squeeze those little titties as I ass-fuck her.”
More men gathered at his side, obvious interest on their faces. More hands went to cocks. How they found this as sexy or a turn on, I had no idea. Even watching now made me sick. Maybe it was because Abilene was still too close for comfort.
One of them grabbed a woman being fucked by another Elder and forced her to her knees in front of St. Claire’s dick. She yelped a little in surprise, but the noise was quickly cut off by St. Claire shoving his cock down her throat.
“You,” Mr. St. Claire snapped to another girl. “Get in here. Suck on my balls and you.”
Another snap.
This one was directed at Abilene. Fuck!
She looked terrified as Mr. St. Claire snapped at her again when she didn’t immediately move.
This was the father of one of my closest friends. If Walker had to see this… fuck… why was I having to see this? Sick fucks… all of them.
“Massage my prostate. Make me come like a racehorse,” he barked at her.
She desperately looked at me as if for instruction, but I couldn’t help. I couldn’t do anything because that would be breaking our contract. It meant that I cared. I would be showing that there was more to this than just a business deal.
Just a fucking business deal!
Yeah… I was a fucking liar.
When she was slow to obey, Mr. St. Claire barked, “Now! I gave you a fucking instruction, girl. That’s a white collar around your fucking neck so get your fingers up my ass before I decide to fuck yours and show you what a real man feels like!”
I needed to look away. No way could I just sit here and watch Abilene finger Walker’s dad’s ass. I could only take so much. But his shout toward her forced me to redirect my eyes in their direction.
“Jesus, I didn’t say shove your fingers up my ass,” Mr. St. Claire roared, turning so violently he yanked his cock away from the other women’s servicing mouths. “I said massage my prostate.”
Abilene just blinked up in shock and what looked a little like fear. She was afraid. She was so fucking afraid, and it took all my might not to storm toward her and kick St. Claire’s hairy ass in front of all. But he was an Elder. This was a Trial. We had to stay on task or risk losing it all…