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  Shaking his head, he chuckled. “You’re impossible, Nate.”

  I pouted at him. “I want a good fuck. I need you,” I said. “When are you going to come back? When can I visit you again?”

  “Not for a while,” he admitted. “You have classes, and I have to work. Can't really just run away.”

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I huffed and continued to sulk at him. “So I have to wait ages,” I grumbled. “And keep playing roulette with guys in clubs.”

  Amused, Sem clucked his tongue. “Oh, you’re so impossible,” he said again. “Why don’t we call up Joe this weekend and we can have another play session with him?”

  I perked up a bit at that and grinned. “Really?” I asked. I liked our play sessions. Sem had a few guys who he trusted to fuck me regularly without getting attached. They didn't know we were half brothers and if they found out, I was sure Sem would find a way to shut them up. The money went a long way sometimes... Plus, they were willing to be recorded and ready to take commands. Sem would watch, as usual, while we fucked, but he'd also communicate. Tell them what he wanted them to do. Tell me what he wanted to see. It was far more satisfying than picking up strangers who didn't know they were being watched and weren't that good in bed.

  Sem nodded. “It’s been a while, and you’ve been good lately. I think you deserve it.”

  Bouncing in my seat a bit, I grinned at him. “Oh? This weekend, right? Promise you won’t cancel on me?”

  “This weekend,” he agreed.

  “Perfect,” I purred.

  —Sem

  My decision of coming to London and starting a job had been far from easy. Mainly because I’d never worked in my life. Not a single day. For anything or anyone. Father had been paying for housing, school, and everything else that popped up. I was swimming in money. And I would have never seen the point of working if it hadn’t been for his controlling demeanor. I didn’t want him to have a say over me anymore, and I knew that if I stayed in his presence any longer, things would blow up.

  I was working in private equity consulting now; a job I had gotten through a friend from Yale. The first weeks of training were tough, especially because Nate kept whining the entire time, telling me to stop this nonsense and come home. But no. I wanted to get my shit together, get off drugs, build a life without being tied to the Preston estate.

  It was Friday evening, and I had invited Joe over to play with Nate in the early evening, US time. Which meant I needed to be home around midnight. Joe had been playing with Nate a couple of times; he was powerfully built, clean shaven, hung, and, well, a bit dull. An ex-con who’d gotten locked up for selling drugs. Now he was out again but not really out. Where he came from, no one was gay. If anything, they were experimenting.

  I checked my phone as it buzzed in my suit jacket—a message from Joe.

  Thx, man. Be there @ 5!

  I smiled and slid it back into my pocket. Good man. Watching them was always fun, especially because Joe was good at following orders and I had just sent him a list of things I wanted him to do to Nate. It ranged from him gagging Nate to jerking off without letting my greedy brother touch him. The poor boy would writhe and beg. God, I loved how he begged. On his knees, pouting…

  I was just about to drift off into another filthy day-dream when the people around me started to clap enthusiastically. Every other Friday, the company I worked for invited speakers from all over the world, and since we mainly invested in startups, a particularly successful entrepreneur had been selected to talk about his startup and how he had digitized all of it. He ran a virtual assistant agency that was now functioning completely location independent; he was pushing the limits of digital workers all over the world. When I had read about the talk, I hadn't bothered looking him up. But boy, I should have.

  Jesus.

  His name was Meik Lennen. Blond, tall, lean, wearing dark blue jeans, a crisp white shirt, and a matching blue jacket. He had a bit of a three-day stubble going on. But all in all, he looked very polished. And handsome. Christ. I shifted in my seat and when he started to speak it was clear that whatever he’d say, the room would listen. Everyone went dead silent.

  I rarely found myself attracted to men. Nate had been the first one I'd felt this heady pull toward, but this Meik guy just had an aura that pulled me in. A smirk with a glint in his eyes and a handshake that looked firm but not too dominating when he was welcomed to the stage. I learned that he was a couple of years older than me and had started his company at the age of nineteen. Impressive. His talk was witty and educational. Although the content wasn't something we could necessarily use in our day-to-day business, it was inspiring nonetheless.

  Completely transfixed by him, I watched him talk and wave his hands just slightly, pointing to the presentation that looked just as professional as the man himself. Lydia, a fellow consultant who was sitting next to me, nudged her elbow to mine and mouthed: “Hot.” I couldn’t disagree even if I tried. She knew I was bi, knew I would appreciate all kinds of good looks. I chuckled softly and gave a polite nod.

  I checked the time when his talk was over, and the crowd was dissolving, heading to have dinner in the lobby. I didn't mind these events, but I knew from experience that they could interfere with my plans for the evening. I stood and let Lydia pass me. She was short and always wearing heels. A bombshell. Straight, shoulder-length hair, and a body to die for. I let my gaze linger for a moment. Wouldn’t mind some of that, I thought every time I saw her. Never acted on it though.

  I smoothed out my shirt and buttoned up my jacket again when I saw Meik look at me. He was still wrapped up in a conversation with one of our senior partners who seemed to be extremely interested in his concept. But his eyes were on me.

  I couldn't move, tied to my spot, so I met his gaze until he smiled and focused back on Mr. Johnsen, the senior partner. I watched them for a moment: his polite laugh, bright smile. And then I found myself checking out his hands. Big hands, long and slender fingers with a ring on one of them.

  —Nate

  Bang, bang, thud!

  The sound of the side of a very large, solid fist connecting with my apartment door drew me from the bedroom and into the living room. I took my time making my way over to the front door, not wanting Joe to know just how excited I was. I couldn’t have him reporting to Sem about just how desperate I was. He would make fun of me for it. Taunt me about being a cockslut (which he would probably do anyway).

  I'd been waiting the entire day for Sem's play session, and it seemed to have taken forever. I had a hard time focusing on my tasks, on my schoolwork. All I could think about was being fucked into oblivion by a rather large, attractive, and somewhat dangerous man ordered around by my brother. It was fucking hot. It would have been better if Sem was actually in the room issuing the commands, but as long as he was watching, I could deal with the separation.

  “Hey, you're a little early,” I said as I pulled the door open. I didn't mind. Now I could tease Joe a bit, so he was nice and worked up when Sem got online.

  Joe grinned sheepishly at me and rubbed at the back of his neck with one massive hand. He was a mountain. That's all there was to it. Blond hair was shaved short, and he always seemed near bursting out of his clothes from the sheer mass of muscles that he had. He wore a short-sleeved white shirt that strangled his biceps and showed off the tattoos that covered his arms and jeans that were probably supposed to be loose but weren't on him. He looked terrifying. Like he could fuck you up with just a look. But really, he was just a puppy dog. Sweet and simple and more than willing to be loyal. He was hot and fun to screw around with, but he did lack that...wickedness that made Sem so appealing to me. Joe might have been dangerous in a very physical way, but Sem was plain evil. “Uh, yeah. Sem asked me to pick up some stuff, and I got done early so…” He shrugged his shoulders and held out a very familiar looking plain paper bag.

  “Oh. You had to go to a sex store?” I asked, holding my hands out for the bag and stepping back w
hen he handed it over.

  “Yeah. Sem wanted me to pick up something for you to wear tonight,” he said, hands going into his pockets as he stepped in, heavy work boots thudding on the wood floor.

  I'd gotten everything ready for the evening. Since we were properly playing with Sem's input, we were going to do it in the living room. It gave us more space to work with. I'd spread out thick blankets on the floor and pushed all of the furniture out of the way. We'd be able to move around, and I'd gotten out the good camera so we could move that around as well, give Sem some POV shots if he wanted it.

  “Something slutty?” I asked, peeking into the bag before grinning at him.

  “Uh-huh.” He nodded, looking around.

  I knew what he wanted. Turning my back to him, I started to head back toward the bedroom. “Your beer is in the fridge,” I told him. He didn't like the stuff I drank. He preferred cheap beer in cans so when he was coming over, I always got him a six-pack. He never drank too much to not fuck me properly, and then he got to take the rest home.

  “Thanks!” he called out to me as I stepped out of the living room.

  I dumped the bag out on the bed and grinned, tilting my head to the side with a laugh. Carefully, I started to strip out of my clothes and then worked my way into the outfit that Sem wanted me to wear. A pair of tiny lace panties with a little peek-a-boo hole at the back, white in color as well as a matching garter belt and stockings to attach to them. But that wasn't all. There was also a tiny ruffled skirt to put over it. It didn't even properly cover my ass. Sem seemed to like the contrast of slutty and innocent when it came to me. He liked me in white things. Liked me in frilly things. Liked to watch me get come all over them.

  Once I was “dressed,” I headed back out to the living room to find Joe sitting on my couch with his legs spread wide and a beer in his hand. His eyes shot toward me instantly, and he let out a quiet whistle. “Shit,” he said.

  “What?” I asked, crossing my arms over my bare chest.

  “Looks good,” he said earnestly.

  I smirked. “Good answer,” I said, heading over to my laptop to get everything set-up. Now all I had to do was wait.

  —Sem

  “Mr. Preston,” he said. “I’m surprised to see you here.” He knew my name and sized me up with a knowing smirk. As though he had me all figured out. I shook his hand as he offered it, his fingers squeezing mine, his ring pressing into my skin.

  “Have we met?” I asked although I knew we hadn’t.

  “Oh, no, but I know all about the Preston estate. Impressive. How come you're here, in London, of all places?” Of course, this was how he knew me. Or knew of my family, not really me as a person.

  “Because this job was the farthest one away from the Preston estate,” I replied dryly. That should make it clear that I was no longer associated with my family and if that was the only reason he was talking to me, it would give him a chance to excuse himself.

  Meik chuckled instead. “Ah, I understand that all too well. Trust me.”

  “Oh? Wanna continue this conversation with some food?” I offered.

  “Sounds good.”

  That's how we'd ended up at the buffet in the lobby, sipping drinks and eating dinner. Admittedly, I hadn't been thrilled when Meik had approached me. But he was nice enough to spend dinner with. I eyed his ring warily while I sipped on the second beer. Was he married to a woman? He didn't strike me as the straight kind. But not gay either. Maybe he was also bi.

  We were watching my coworkers disappear into the weekend when Meik asked: “Got any plans?” I leaned one elbow against the bar we were standing at and checked my phone for the time. I nodded. It was almost time to leave and while I was excited about my plans tonight—watching Joe fuck Nate with his little skirt and all—I’d had a good time hanging out with Meik.

  “I do,” I said with my eyes on the thinning crowd. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him take a sip on his beer.

  “What about you? Back to the wife?” I tipped my beer toward his left hand. Meik chuckled and shook his head, thumb brushing over his ring.

  “Husband.” Interesting. I turned my head and then took the last drink on my bottle.

  “Full of pleasant surprises,” I said. His bright blue eyes sort of flickered when he looked directly at me.

  “Oh, what is that supposed to mean?”

  I shrugged one shoulder and shoved the empty beer bottle back across the counter. “Merely an observation,” I noted. “You’re not from here, I gather?” Meik shook his head and also finished his drink.

  “No, flying back home next week.”

  “Where’s home?”

  “Wherever my heart is.” I stared at him; he grinned, obviously teasing. “God, you should see your face.” Then he grinned some more. Smug. “Currently New York, but that can change pretty quickly depending on where my husband wants to be.”

  “Whipped,” I commented and pushed off the counter.

  Meik laughed. “Oh, you have no idea.”

  My gaze didn't waver as I locked eyes with him. The way he'd said it sounded somewhat...serious. Like it would certainly be possible for him actually to be whipped or whip someone else. My blood caught on fire, and suddenly, very suddenly, I felt the great urge to have Nate right here, right now. To show him off, mostly, but also to buy a fucking whip and test it out with him.

  “You spaced out there.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Picturing it?” he asked, actually serious. God, he wasn’t kidding. I licked my lips.

  “Possibly.”

  Meik chuckled at that and was about to say something when his phone went off. “Mm, speak of my devil. Give me a moment.”

  He stepped away from me, holding the phone up to his ear with a surprisingly warm smile brushing across his lips. He’d joked about it and completely distracted me with filthy images, but it really did seem like he was actually figuratively whipped by whoever he was married to.

  His conversation was quick, and then he came back to me, all smirks with his hands in his pockets. “We have plans tonight too, so I need to get going,” he said, rolling his shoulders. One hand slipped out and offered me a business card. “I’m in town for a few more days on someone's insistence. We can get dinner. You can meet the husband. And maybe we can talk a little more.”

  With a smirk that matched his own, I accepted his card. “Sounds good,” I said. “I’ll see you later.”

  —Nate

  “Jesus Christ. Hold on, hold on. Fuck.”

  Joe’s hands wrapped around my waist, so large in comparison to my body in general, and lifted me off his lap like I weighed nothing. He plopped me onto the couch next to him and adjusted his erection in his jeans. “Why?” I purred, instantly climbing back into his lap and straddling him.

  “Because you're gonna make me come before we even get started,” he said, voice husky as he grabbed my hips and tried to stop me from grinding against him again.

  Sem was running a bit late. He'd had some event thing at work, and he'd texted me that it’d be another thirty minutes until he’d be home. So, I'd started working Joe over. Getting him nice and ready for all the trouble that we were about to get into. Which wasn't that difficult considering he'd been sporting a hard-on since he'd seen me in my skirt. Hell, he'd been half-hard when he walked into my apartment. From talking to him, I knew that this was a treat for him. Something he was too scared to engage in regularly. I was his escape, and I was more than happy to be it.

  “What kind of red-blooded American man doesn't want a lap dance?” I asked him sweetly, tossing my arms around his neck and shifting on his lap.

  His fingers tightened on my hips, and he let out a breathless laugh. “You're tryin' to make me come!” he accused me, huffing.

  “Duh.” Leaning into him, I brushed my lips against his and flicked my tongue across them, tasting the beer on his mouth. “It’s fun.”

  “I should put you over my knee,” he threatened. But there was no bit
e to his words. He wouldn’t do something like that unless Sem told him. Such a big man yet he seemed almost terrified of Sem. He did what my brother ordered him to do and was hesitant to go that far beyond it.

  “Mm, do it,” I murmured, giving a hard wiggle downward and rubbing myself against his crotch. “I’d like that.”

  “You’re—”

  Bing! Bing!

  “Oops. That’s Sem. Saved by the bell, hm?” I teased as I slipped off his lap and made my way over to the laptop. It was low enough that I could get on my knees in front of it, clicking the start call button with an eager little bounce.

  Sem came into view instantly, seated in his usual chair with a glass of what was no doubt very expensive scotch in his hand. It was clear that he had taken the time to get settled in from rushing home. Probably enjoying making me wait. “Hey,” I murmured, tilting my head as I sat back on my heels. “How was your event?”

  “Do you really care?”

  “Not a bit.”

  “Is Joe there?” he asked, swirling his drink and taking a sip of it as he sat back.

  I leaned to the side so he could peek at him over my shoulder and nodded. “Yep,” Joe said. “We’ve been waiting.”

  No apologies. Sem just looked over my shoulder and then back to me. “Joe!” It was a sharp command that made my toy rise from the couch and walk over to stand behind me. His hand went to the top of my head, and he bent down so that Sem could see him.

  “Yeah?”

  “I want you to take the camera and show me what Nate looks like,” he said. “I want to see that outfit I paid for.”

  “And what about me?” I asked sweetly, twisting at the edge of my skirt.

  “I want you on your back. On the floor.”