Undercover Obsession (33 page)

“Got it,” she said with confidence. Piper
didn’t think she’d have any trouble if he kept touching her.
Knowing there were eyes on Brody’s hand caressing her bare cheeks
coupled with the feel of him fondling her ass had its usual effect
and she was pleasantly aroused, her excitement working to keep her
mind off Pasquino.

Either Brody or Ian had their hands on her as
they moved around the room, stopping to chat with people or to
simply stop and watch whatever sexual act they were engaged in,
their constant fondling of her ass, the way one would casually slip
a hand under her top to caress her breasts or slip a finger down
between her buttocks to lightly graze her anus and her slit, kept
both her arousal and her confidence high. That confidence was
tested a few minutes later when Brody, in the middle of a heated
debate about sports with a small group, reached down and cupped his
hand around one exposed buttock again before giving her a sharp
smack, the sudden sting making her jump. Quickly, she remembered
her place and turned liquid eyes up to him as she shifted her ass
against his hand. Her response didn’t have to be feigned as her
body reacted the way it always did when he spanked her. When Ian
reached down and started fondling her other cheek, she kept her
eyes averted from the other men and two women in the small group,
her arousal building so quickly she was having trouble controlling
it. She suspected most of the women here tonight faked their
responses, and were damn good at it, just as she suspected most of
the men could care less whether their partner was pleasured or not
as long as they were. She knew Brody and Ian had to remain detached
enough to keep alert, but if she got this turned on from some
simple ass play and a light swat, there was no way she was going to
stay focused on anything except climaxing. It was a good thing she
wasn’t an undercover FBI agent, she thought ruefully.

Brody didn’t like the way one of them men was
looking at Piper, namely from the neck down, but that was to be
expected. Her breasts were barely visible through the thin low cut
top, just enough of their shape and size to make a man want to see
the barrier removed. Fondling her ass was having its usual effect
on him, and, if he wasn’t mistaken, on Ian, but he could handle his
arousal. It was others he was worried about.

“Why don’t you give us a better look at those
tits, girl.”

Even though she knew it was coming, the
request from the guy who had been staring at her breasts since they
joined their group still took Piper by surprise and she couldn’t
help glaring at him for his rude crudeness even though she planned
to do as he asked. When she hesitated, Brody stepped in for
her.

“Lower your top, darlin’. Show us what you’ve
got for us.” Any of these other women would’ve looked at this jerk
as a temporary boss and done his bidding without hesitation.
Thankfully, he had been expecting Piper to act normally by glaring
at him instead of meekly obeying.

Hearing him calling her darlin’ in that slow,
toe curling drawl made it easier for Piper to do as instructed.
Keeping her eyes downcast, she pretended it was just Brody and Ian
watching her as she lowered the thin straps of the camisole and let
it drop around her waist. The exposure made her nipples tighten
even more and the feel of all those eyes on her made her pussy
swell with cream. Now she was thankful more than ever for the
experiences Brody and Ian had subjected her to. Their sexual
encounters had unknowingly prepared her for tonight, the risks of
being seen making it easier to stand here half naked in front of
strangers, her off the chart responses to everything they exposed
her to making it easier to accept the arousal she felt from both
watching and now participating in their hedonistic exhibitions.

“Very nice. They even look real.”

Before they realized the man’s intent, he
reached out and squeezed Piper’s breast, digging his fingers into
the soft flesh before she gasped and lifted her arm to knock his
hand aside. “They paid to touch me, you didn’t,” Piper snapped, her
breast sporting the red imprints from his fingers.

“I see you haven’t done anything to teach her
some respect,” Pasquino stated coldly behind them.

Brody reined in his temper and saw that Ian
was struggling to do so also. If Piper hadn’t reacted so swiftly,
he would have. His response would have been acceptable to any man
who wanted to keep a woman for himself, at least for the time he
had paid for. Piper’s response, he knew had angered Pasquino, who
seemed to have a distaste for women in general. Turning to face
him, he said as smoothly as possible, “We spent a lot of money to
book her for the weekend and don’t want to share. Your friend can
wait and schedule some time with her when we’re through with her.”
He felt Piper stiffen and reached out to squeeze her arm warningly.
Hopefully she knew he omitted her name to keep her identity a
secret as much as possible and the rest was cover.

Piper remained silent, hoping she hadn’t
screwed up too bad, but when Pasquino turned those icy blue eyes on
her, she couldn’t help but lean against Ian for support. She’d be
an idiot not to fear this man.

“A little discipline then, since I don’t
allow insubordination from any woman.” Pasquino handed a round
leather paddle to Brody, adding, “Five swats.”

Brody almost smiled. He knew Piper’s body
well enough to see the signs of her arousal, even though they were
still subtle. If she responded to the paddle as eagerly as she had
his belt, especially if he was right and she was excited about the
exhibitionism, this could turn out very good for her.

“I’ll hold her.” Ian quickly took Piper’s arm
and bent her over his, leaning over her and whispering quickly,
“Think of the dock,” before reaching behind her and swatting her
ass hard.

Piper would be forever grateful to Ian for
that suggestion and that warm up, both working to send her senses
reeling with anticipated pleasure instead of dread. Blocking out
the sight of all the feet in front of her, she clutched Ian’s arm
wrapped around her waist as she felt Brody move closer, his hip
against hers a reassuring brace.

The snap of leather against skin was loud,
the pain sharp, the pleasure exquisite and Piper didn’t even try to
struggle against any of it. Even though she probably should,
considering the circumstances, but she couldn’t bring herself to
give Pasquino that satisfaction nor did she think she could act
well enough to be convincing. She had been counting on her response
to both Brody and Ian to help her through whatever happened
tonight, and her body didn’t betray her. Ian helped her through the
next swat by using his free hand to softly knead the breast the
other man had abused, rasping his thumb over her nipple just as
softly. The contrast between the comforting caress of her breast
and the sharp pain on her ass worked to send her arousal higher,
every stroke of his thumb over her nipple and every stinging snap
of leather on her ass sent sparks of pleasure to her pussy until
she was struggling to hold back, fighting the urge to beg for more
in front of these strangers. She instinctively knew Pasquino
wouldn’t be pleased if she found pleasure in her punishment and she
didn’t want to rile him or keep him focused on her. By the time
Brody landed the fifth and final stroke, her ass was on fire, her
buttocks felt puffy and warm and she knew her slit was glistening
damply, proof that her punishment had turned her on instead of
debasing her and she could only hope he didn’t notice.

Brody had no trouble noticing the telltale
signs of her arousal and tried to keep his body in front of her
hips as much as possible without seeming suspiciously over
protective. Ian wasted no time lifting her up, her face as red as
her buttocks as she faced them, her eyes downcast demurely. “I
think she’s properly chastised and now she needs to see to us. If
you gentlemen will excuse us?”

Brody took her arm and led her away quickly.
Piper could feel the gazes of all those people on her bare, red
ass, but the only one that bothered her was Pasquino’s.

“Put it aside and concentrate on us,” Brody
told her as he found an empty chair and sat down before motioning
her to kneel in front of him. Releasing his cock, confident Ian
would be vigilant while Piper went down on him, he leaned forward
and asked her, “Can you make it look good or do you need some
incentive?”

“You’ve already given me all the incentive I
need and you know it.” Grasping his cock, she had no trouble
bending and taking him in her mouth, no trouble enjoying the taste
of him again, no trouble showing anyone who was watching that she
could be amendable for the right man. Tuning out the room in
general, she concentrated on stroking every inch of his rigid
length, laving over his smooth crown, swallowing his seeping fluid
all while her hand cupped his sac and rolled his balls. When she
felt Ian caressing her sore buttocks, she moaned around the hard
flesh filling her mouth and pushed back against his hand for more
of whatever he wanted to give.

Her ass was warm, and when Ian dipped lower
and ran a finger up her slit, he found her pussy just as warm. This
was the last time, he swore, that he was taking an assignment that
involved anything sexual. His restraint this past week was going to
take weeks to get over, but when he tried to think of which former
lover he wanted to contact first for a round of uncomplicated, hard
and kinky sex, the only face that popped up was Haley’s. Swearing
again, he slammed the door on that thought all together and
concentrated on watching the room in general while helping Piper
put on a convincing show for Pasquino.

Brody also kept a trained eye on the room
while trying to look totally engrossed in his blowjob, and he had
managed to do that until Piper started swirling her tongue under
the edge of his head, stroking over and over that sensitive area
until his balls drew up and he felt his climax pushing for release.
“Piper,” he groaned with a tug on her hair, “pull back or I’ll come
in your mouth.”

Brody’s warning only inflamed her more and
when Ian finally slipped his teasing finger inside her and
unerringly found her clit, it took all of her efforts to continue
sucking Brody’s climax from him as her own burst with lightening
bright ecstasy that robbed her of everything but the pleasure
consuming her and the spewing cock in her mouth.

When Brody came to his senses, he saw a look
of puzzlement and concern on Ian’s face as he looked across the
room. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly as he stood and then helped
Piper to her feet, barely resisting the urge to cover her breasts
again.

“Pasquino doesn’t look too steady on his
feet.”

Pasquino was swaying slightly, his eyes
blinking slowly as if he was tired. A woman had her arm wrapped
around his waist as he leaned on her and let her take him down the
hall to one of the private rooms after Carlos had gone over and
spoke quietly to him, got a vigorous shake of Pasquino’s head to
his concern, then stepped back with a shrug. Brody watched the
woman close the door behind them, presumably going in to help him
sleep it off. He hadn’t noticed how many drinks Pasquino had, so
maybe he had just over indulged, but something was nagging at
him.

“What’re you thinking?” Ian asked. No one
else seemed overly concerned with their hosts’ departure, but it
seemed odd that Pasquino wouldn’t want to stay front and center if
he was hoping Sandoval, as owner of the Empire, would show up and
at least try to have security boot him out.

“I’m not sure,” he murmured. “What’s odd
about that?” Brody asked Carlos when he joined them a few minutes
later.

“I’ve seen him escape his parties for privacy
several times, but never with just one woman, and I’ve never seen
him drunk or take drugs. He prides himself on staying in
control.”

Brody looked around the room again, noted
that everyone was still partying, then cursed when he spotted the
absence of the bartender from behind the bar. “Something’s up. Stay
put,” he ordered Piper as he pushed her into the chair he had just
vacated, his tone hard.

Piper wasn’t dumb enough to argue and watched
the three of them move swiftly down the hall as she adjusted her
top and covered herself.

Antony Pasquino remembered where he had seen
the black haired, green eyed woman before just as the escort who
had been his constant companion tonight lowered him onto the bed.
Two weeks ago, one of the investigators he had researching every
nook and cranny of Sandoval’s past for any clue that would help him
find the man came across a picture of Sandoval’s mistress, a
mistress he already knew about and had discarded as possible
leverage since she had been dead for years. But he had never seen
Christine Winter’s picture until two weeks ago and he now realized
the woman in the other room was the spitting image of her. It
couldn’t be coincidence, he thought as he laid down and cursed the
fuzziness clouding his head. He had Sandoval’s fucking daughter
right under his nose and didn’t realize it.

“Just give me a minute and I’ll be out,” he
slurred. Blinking bleary eyes, he looked up at the woman leaning
over him and never had a chance to feel fear as she said quietly,
“Sandoval says ‘go to hell’,” then plunged the small dagger hidden
under the pillow into the base of his skull, cutting his brain stem
and killing him instantly. Moving quickly, she slipped into the
closet where she found the hidden door unlocked like she was told
it would be and was running towards her escape, the assassination
taking less than one minute to complete.

“God damn it,” Brody swore as they spotted
Pasquino lying motionless on the bed, his eyes glazed open in a
death stare, no sign of the woman who had just killed him. Striding
to the closet, he swore again as he turned to Ian and Carlos. “I
thought this door was supposed to be locked tonight.”