Undercover Obsession (5 page)

Piper pretended to be asleep as Brody slipped
out of bed, then strained to hear his side of the conversation when
he stepped out into the hall to make a call.

“What the hell is Sandoval thinking?
Unfortunately, that’s a good point, but if something goes wrong,
we’re fucked. I guess it’s a risk we’ll have to take. No, she
doesn’t suspect anything.”

Piper quickly closed her eyes when he ended
the call and came back into the bedroom. Instead of joining her
again, she heard him rummage in his bag for clothes then leave
again. Suspicions, anger and disappointment warred for supremacy as
she struggled not to jump out of bed and confront him about what
she heard. When she heard the start of the shower and the draw of
the curtain from her bathroom, her anger won out and she slipped
from the bed to search for his phone and some answers. The last
text he received simply stated, ‘Party at casino before meet’.
Piper knew Charles lived in Atlantic City and she knew both his
cell and residence phone numbers, which was all she needed, she
thought with a surge of determination, to start taking control of
her own life.

The sound of the shower turning off had her
hastily picking up her pajama bottoms and slipping them back on.
The ache in her pussy as well as the sticky residue of their
climaxes were telltale reminders of how hard Brody had fucked her
just a few hours ago and how hard she had come. Her ass was still
sore also and when she palmed her left cheek, she felt the slight
warmth that remained from her first spanking. Funny, she thought as
she padded into the kitchen to put on coffee, she had never
considered she would be into anything kinky when it came to sex.
After hooking up with Ted, she had just been glad to be getting
laid regularly. But the two years of regular sex with her ex didn’t
compare to her one time encounter with Brody. Her climax last night
had been off the charts, an experience she would have denied was
possible if anyone had been able to vocalize it. No one would have
been able to explain let alone convince her that the pain and
humiliation of a bare assed spanking could induce such a powerful
orgasm. Just recalling that awesome pleasure was enough to get her
pussy wet again, make her empty sheath ache for another round of
rough, deep thrusts and make her buttocks clench tightly in
anticipation of a stinging slap.

Unfortunately, she knew before she had
overheard Brody on the phone that last night was a one-time
encounter, one she had initiated and practically forced on him.
That fact was reinforced when Brody entered the kitchen fully
dressed, his bag packed and ready to go. Apparently, knowing he was
keeping things from her concerning Charles and that he only fucked
her last night because she had driven him to a point where any man
would have caved wasn’t enough humiliation to keep her body from
wanting him. Her eyes locked on his mouth and watched those
sensuous lips tighten as she recalled how they felt against hers,
how the erotic scratch of his bristles from his goatee rubbing
against her cheeks and chin had added to the pleasure of his kiss.
The memory made her nipples tighten and when those pewter eyes took
notice, her pussy wept for more of what she knew she would never
have again.

“I have to go.” Brody winced at the
hoarseness of his voice, but walking into the kitchen and seeing
her standing there looking so vulnerable was nearly his undoing. Of
course, seeing her still clad in those emerald green silk pajamas
that he found sexy as hell, her hard nipples as obvious as the look
on her face, had his cock twitching to get between her legs again.
He wasn’t about to compound his error or her life, though, by
making that mistake again. “I’m sure Charles will be in touch and
get over here as soon as he can.” What was another lie among so
many?

Ignoring that comment, Piper simply asked,
“Do you have time for breakfast?”

“No, I’m sorry.” Truth was he didn’t have to
leave for the airport for several hours, but there was no way he
could stay around here now without tossing her down and fucking her
again, this time taking it slower, revealing those awesome breasts
to his hands and mouth, taking the time to taste that sweet, tight
pussy. He sure as hell didn’t need more memories to eat at his
conscience.

As difficult as it was, Piper went to him and
gave him a friendly, grateful embrace, hoping he couldn’t read her
reluctance. She didn’t want him to become suspicious, maybe think
she was too eager for him to leave, which she was. “Thanks for the
weekend, Brody. I know you only came because dad told you to, but
I’m glad you did.”

Brody hugged her back before raising her chin
with one finger. “I came because I wanted to, Piper. Everything I
did this weekend was because I wanted to. Remember that for me,
okay?” Dropping a kiss on her small nose, he said far more casually
than he felt, “Bye, darlin’.”

He walked out without a backward glance, but
Piper knew she would see him again soon, as well as Charles.
Because she had every intention of attending that party on
Saturday.

Chapter Three

Atlantic City, New Jersey

Brody slipped his hand inside the loose
halter top the young woman sitting on his lap was wearing. Filling
his hand with her bare breast, he racked his brain for the name she
had given him thirty minutes ago when Charles had introduced her to
both him and Ian. Unfortunately, his mind was no more on her and
her barely clothed body now than it had been when this party got
underway over an hour ago. The thirty-fifth floor of the Empire
Casino/Hotel owned by Charles Sandoval was reserved for Charles’s
personal use, which included throwing parties such as this one for
some of his wealthier friends and regular patrons in the casino,
patrons who spent, and lost an obscene amount of money. Indulging
them at these parties by providing women from an escort service
also owned by Sandoval was an enticing lure to keep these
particular friends coming back.

He had tried for the past five days to get
Charles to cancel this get-together but he had adamantly refused,
despite the fact the three of them were supposed to meet Pasquino
in a few hours. Sandoval had been very careful this past year both
in dealing with Pasquino and in keeping their business under wraps,
so careful neither he nor Ian had been able to get enough proof of
his money laundering for the drug lord to use as leverage to get
him to turn on his employer. All Charles had told them about the
meeting tonight was that he was severing ties with a questionable
businessman and that he wanted both Brody and Ian there for
security purposes. Ian and he were hoping to finally get some
evidence they could use against either man to end their role in
this assignment. But instead of worrying about pissing off a
ruthless man like Pasquino, Charles was indulging himself and some
of his very wealthy friends with one of their decadent parties. The
women he employed were chosen for their willingness to indulge in
just about anything, such as this woman allowing him to strip her
top off here in front of a crowd of about thirty people instead of
insisting on using one of five private rooms down the hall.

A soft moan escaped her red painted lips when
he rolled her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger then
pinched the hardened bud until it stiffened even more. “Like that,
do you?” he murmured as she pushed her breast against his hand. If
she was faking her response, she was doing a damn fine job of
it.

Shifting on his lap, her ass moving
enticingly back and forth on his hard cock, she replied, “Yes, so
feel free to do it again.”

Why was it, he thought irritably, that he was
sitting here with a lapful of willing female flesh in a posh room
filled with people indulging in a variety of decadent sexual
activities such as the man bending a woman over the arm of a chair
in front of them and sinking his cock into her ass and all he could
think about was waking up to a soft mouth sucking his dick, of
feeling an even softer ass warm under his hand, the innocent,
exciting response to those smacks, the feel of a soft body writhing
under his? It had been so cliché fucking Piper in the dark, in the
missionary position, and yet he hadn’t been able to think clearly
in the five days since. Now, here he was with a woman who would do
anything, indulge any kink, hours from an important meet that could
finally end his role in this assignment and all he could think
about was fucking the adopted daughter of a criminal, a woman much
too young and innocent for him to have touched.

“Yeah, Brody, do it again.”

Brody looked up into his partner’s amused
face. “Enjoying yourself, Ian?”

Ian shrugged, raised a brow as two women
seated on either side of one man, leaned over his lap and began
some open mouth kissing as both their hands worked at freeing his
cock. Turning his attention back to Brody, his eyes went to where
Brody’s fingers had resumed torturing her obviously responsive
nipples. “I do believe I am. You may as well also. You don’t know
when you’ll get the chance again.” In other words, this was
probably the last opportunity they’d have to attend one of these
parties and be able to indulge some of their kinkier preferences on
Uncle Sam’s time.

Brody supposed Ian had a point. Charles was
ensconced in one of the private rooms where he usually stayed
during these gatherings and there wasn’t anything they could do
between now and when they had to set out for the meeting with
Pasquino in a few hours. Shoving aside the image of a younger, much
more innocent woman, Brody slid his hand under his escort’s short
skirt to encounter bare, soft skin.

“Take his cock out and into your mouth,
darlin’,” he instructed her, knowing she’d have no qualms about
obeying. Spreading her baby soft labia, he slid two fingers inside
her pussy as she did his bidding, her hips arching against his
invading hand as she took hold of Ian’s cock at the base and
lowered her mouth to engulf the rest of him.

“Son of a bitch,” Ian swore as his eyes
practically rolled back in his head with the first exploring swipe
of her tongue. Fisting his hands in her blond hair, he took over by
holding her head still and plundering her mouth with controlled
thrusts.

Brody watched her suck his friend’s cock, saw
how her tongue curled around his girth when he pulled back, how her
cheeks tightened as she suckled, and was once again remembering his
last experience at receiving head. Cursing, he quickly shoved that
memory aside and concentrated on finger fucking her tight pussy,
stopping short of allowing her to climax.

“Very nice,” he murmured as he nipped at her
neck where it met her shoulder. Her pussy clenched around his
fingers, her cream increasing every time he coasted over her clit.
This time when she moaned around Ian’s cock, it was a groan of
frustration as he moved too quickly away from that small bundle of
nerves. Ian’s low curse and clenched jaw indicated his impending
release, and she had no trouble swallowing his come like the pro
she was.

Brody wasted no time releasing his cock as
Ian tucked his away. They had shared bed partners in the past, both
of them enjoying the occasional ménage, but since they were
working, they always made sure one of them was unoccupied at these
parties despite the fact their prime target wasn’t involved.
“Straddle me,” he ordered the woman whom he still couldn’t pin a
name on, his need to ease his lust and pent up frustration over
this assignment making him brusquely impatient to put an end to
both.

“Ooh, you feel so good, sugar,” she crooned
in his ear as she sank down onto him, her pussy folding around his
latex covered erection with practiced ease, her body lifting up and
down, riding him with all the finesse of a well tutored and
experienced prostitute.

Brody didn’t know why that irritated him, why
his mind preferred the naïve, innocent moves of an inexperienced,
off limits young girl and the unobstructed feel of taking her
bareback, even though his cock was having no trouble enjoying the
practiced moves and warm, clutching walls surrounding it. Holding
her short skirt up with one hand, Brody slapped her left cheek hard
as he took a taut nipple into his mouth.

Unfortunately, his attempt to divert his
thoughts by spicing up their fucking backfired as her response,
“Yes, baby, spank me,” followed by a startled cry of feigned
pleasure when he did just that, was a complete turnoff. Her ass
warmed quickly as he slapped her several more times, her body
jerking as she rode him faster, harder, but her pussy didn’t gush
over his cock with increased moisture, a sure indication she didn’t
get off on that little bite of pain.

Brody shifted his hand to her pussy, rooted
out her clit, and made sure he thrust hard against it as his balls
drew up tautly, preparing for the climax he felt about to erupt,
ensuring she received just as much pleasure. This time he did feel
that release of added juices as well as the small contractions of
her slick walls around him, his cue it was time to let go.

Piper shifted her crouched position where she
sat hidden behind a wide plant on a second floor balcony that
overlooked the large, spacious room below, trying to resist the
strong urge to loosen her jeans and slip her hand inside to ease
the ache watching the activities below had built. It had been
somewhat mortifying the way she ended up here spying on the private
party taking place. Dipping into her savings for the first time,
she had packed a few changes of clothes and booked a flight to New
Jersey a few days after Brody left. An inquiry at her hotel led her
to the Empire Casino, owned and operated by Charles Sandoval. She
had no home address for him nor was there one listed in the
directory, so today she had decided to track him down at the
Empire.