Chapter One
Her dress hiked up to her waist, she
gripped the edge of the cool mahogany desk. Her breasts flattened against the
dark richness of the desktop, her nipples pebbled with hard desire for his
touch. His large, roughened hand moved softly over her garter-clad ass a knee
wedged her black-fishnet-covered legs further apart. Her pussy lips spread to
accommodate the breadth of two long fingers, coaxing her juices to flow
rapidly. She sucked in a whisper of a breath as he did his magic to her
channel. Now, please take me now, she silently pleaded, wanting nothing more
than to feel him spank her butt cheek hard before claiming her with his cock.
Her hips shifted with his movements…
“Chas?”
Chastity
Langford became rigid in her chair at the sound of her name, bringing her out
of what had become one of her usual lunchtime fantasies. Damn! She quickly gathered her composure before turning away from
the vast window overlooking the Jefferson River.
Her
middle sister, Charity, stood just outside her office door. She looked shocked,
like she’d just walked in on their parents. “The least you could do is close
the blinds. I don’t understand what’s come over you lately,” she said, keeping
an eye on the pathway along a row of cubicles, making sure no one was headed
their way. “One of these days you’re going to get caught in the midst of your
erotic daydreams by Clarity and summoned right up to Daddy’s door. You know how
she is.”
Chastity
laughed, smoothing her skirt. “Playing with herself might make her ease up a
bit; it certainly helps me. Anyway, I really think she needs to get laid or
something. Maybe I’ll buy her a rabbit. That’ll really put her over the sexual
edge.”
Charity
stepped into the office, closing the door behind her. “She’s our little sister,
Chas. And even though you believe that’s what she needs, the problem is she
doesn’t. You’ve got to respect her feelings and mine, and try to know or
understand them, as well. And the truth be told, neither of us really
understand what’s happening to you either, Chas. If I were you, I’d plan on
being very cautious from here on in.”
Nodding,
Chastity knew in her heart Charity was right. Over the past few months, the
idea of sex had started to distract her from business. All she could think
about was finding out what it was like being fucked, and the more she read the
more she fantasized about it. The more her body craved to know what it felt
like to have a man inside her, the more she found ways to imagine it happening.
Like today, caught with her hand between her legs, literally. Thankfully the
silver, egg-shaped vibrator purred in silence, keeping her secret safe.
She
looked across her desk at her sister, wondering why now, in her thirties, the
desire to be screwed like a whore in the night enveloped her. They used to be
so alike, driven to succeed in business, not giving sex a second thought. Now
she was as randy as a bitch in heat, leaving Clarity and Charity the only ones
who acted normal. As sisters, they’d always seemed to go through their stages
together, but no more. They were as close to being triplets without being
triplets as was humanly possible, each being born within a year of the other.
Their parents certainly had a thirst for sex in their fertile years, even if
there were no more babies born into the family.
“You
and Clarity don’t seem to be affected by this at all.” She sighed deeply and
turned back to the calm waters of the river. “I wish I had the answers to my
sexual craving, Charity.”
As
the eldest daughter of a founding member of Langford and Langford, Chastity
took her position seriously. Overseeing the HR department and protecting her
younger sisters wasn’t glamorous by any stretch of the imagination, but it gave
her a sense of responsibility and self-worth. She’d earned the position, having
majored in general business with a minor in human resources, and she’d narrowly
beat out some of the top students in her class.
Over
the past few months she’d found her mind wandering, spent hours daydreaming
about nothing in particular. Only recently, thoughts of sex gave her more of a
sense of power than the prospect of someday running a company built on sweat
and tears, with an occasional spillage of blood that never hurt anyone. At
least that’s what Daddy and Uncle Foster kept telling her. And that’s all they
told her.
At
thirty-four she still had no idea what really lay beneath the foundation of
Langford and Langford. She had this unsettled feeling that, for the moment, she
was better off not knowing. She had more pressing matters to contend with, like
getting back to her fantasy and the silver object still humming inside her.
“Oh,
by the way, Mr. Matthews is asking for you. Something about you being late for
a penthouse meeting, which thankfully I wasn’t asked to attend.” Charity winked
then walked out of the office while Chastity hustled to button the opening in
her dress and apply a fresh coat of lip gloss.
* * * * *
Chastity
strolled into her father’s penthouse office like a she-wolf on the prowl. If only she knew how true to form she really
is, Justin laughed to himself, feeling the all too familiar ache of his
cock. I can only assume it was like this for all the Sinclairs when their mates
were coming into heat for the first time. I could smell her juice before she
even walked through the door.
If
she knew the reaction her mere presence took with his mind and body, she might
not be so smug about being a Langford. Or maybe she would; after all she was
the prized I possession of the Langford clan. The eldest of the Blue Moon
Sisters, as the clan referred to them, to carry on their ancient lineage…and
his.
Since
being brought in by Charles Langford, he knew he took liberties with his place
in the family company more times than she probably cared to admit; after all,
she didn’t have a clue as to why he was there. But she would soon enough, and
he couldn’t wait to be there when she did.
“Daddy.”
Leaning over, Chastity placed a kiss on her father’s cheek, revealing a hint of
cleavage.
Justin
sat back, tapping his pen in annoyance as saliva seeped at the corners of his
mouth. “You’re late, Ms. Langford.”
“Justin.”
Chastity took her place to the right of her father, a killer smile on her face
that radiated sexual need. “Nice to see you, too.”
Damn! He nodded, pushing a
stack of papers across the table. It
would be a lot nicer for both of us if you were bare-ass naked instead of
suited up tighter than a Christmas present. As soon as possible, I’m going to
put that pretty little ass of yours next to my cock.
“Shall
we get on with it?” Justin flipped open the first page. His crotch swelled.
Watching her breasts strain beneath the fabric of her dress, he thought of
nothing more than taking those pebbled nipples in his mouth. The only thing I’d really like to get on is
your backside with my cock buried deep inside you. He took a depth breath,
hoping the surge of lust would come down to a quiet wave.
Justin
leaned forward, the smell of her near orgasm penetrating his senses. He almost
came with the knowledge that she’d been playing with herself again. “I promise
to make things as easy on you as possible, Ms. Langford.”
“Chastity,”
Charles Langford said, settling deeper in his chair. “I’ll cut to the chase.
From this day forward, you’ll be working with Justin. The two of you will be
together constantly. If this company is going to continue through the years to
come, you’ll have to do as I say…and as Justin instructs. I don’t have time to
listen to your objections. There isn’t time to object, so don’t even try.”
Chas
opened her mouth in what Justin presumed would be a major protest. He fully
expected her to kick and scream all the way through this meeting. Kicking and screaming
could be a good thing, as long as she was at my mercy.
Charles
raised his hand to stop any protesting Chastity might have given. “Listen to
me. I said no objections and I mean it.”
“Daddy,
I don’t need this…this watchdog with me day and night. HR isn’t that exciting.
In fact, Charity or Clarity could handle it better than I.”
“It’s
time to take your rightful place, Chastity.” Getting up from his chair, Charles
Langford stood behind Justin. “Your sisters’ times will come; for now, you will
do as I instruct. Justin will be your guide and your mentor. Follow him
carefully.
“Justin,
you have my blessing to do as you must. Being the eldest, Chastity will no
doubt try to run roughshod over you.”
“Yes,
sir, she’ll be just fine,” Justin said, capturing his future mate’s
yellow-green eyes with his own. “It’ll be a pleasure, I’m sure.” In his human
heart he knew he had a challenge sitting in front of him, but his wolf heart
howled with anticipation of Chastity Langford’s sweet nectar dripping on him.
* * * * *
Chas
stiffened as her father left the meeting room. What in the hell is Daddy thinking? Part of her wanted to jump up
and scream at the top of her lungs, while the other part found it a great
opportunity to play with Mr. Justin Matthews. She’d have to think about the
game to be played first. She contemplated a rousing game of strip Monopoly if for no other reason than to
get to see if he had the balls to try to take on the challenge of getting her
to do his bidding, but decided against it. She doubted he played fair at
anything.
“I don’t need your guidance
in anything, Justin. Least of all how to run the HR department.” Chastity
licked her lips, pushing away from the table. The power of his sexuality took
her by surprise, filling her body with a need to have him inside her.
Funny,
she hadn’t noticed her wanton thoughts while her father was in the room with
them. Why now? Why all of a sudden did she become filled with a need to throw
herself at the little piss ant sitting smugly across the table? Even if she did
find him attractive and wanted to find out what lay underneath the tight
leather black pants, he was still a piss ant who wormed his way into her
father’s good graces. A long-haired Adonis whose physical presence melted her
into a pool of liquid silver.
Maybe jumping his bones wouldn’t be such
a bad idea. I’d finally find out what having a real dick instead of a pink
rubber one would be like. Hell, on second thought I’m not up for that kind of
rejection now or ever. Or at least not until I’ve had a little more experience
in the area of bodily pleasures.
Justin
smiled, getting out of his chair and drawing in a breath. “Wow, so you do have
a…bitchy side to you. I would never have guessed it the way you walked in
here.”
“You
sure can be a prick when you want to be, Matthews.” She stood and moved from
the table, the need for distance warring with the need to be in his arms. He
was so damnably sexy.
Smirking,
he picked up the stack of papers, and walked toward her. “I have a feeling you
like that quality in me, Ms. Langford.”
“In
your dreams, Mr. Matthews,” Chastity spat, finding herself backed up against
the vast span of glass and the papers he’d once held fluttering around her
feet.
With
Justin standing mere inches from her, all she had to do was reach out and smack
that smirk clean off his face. Instead, her pussy quivered in anticipation of
what his closeness might promise. She held his hot gaze, his gold-specked eyes
reflecting the orange glow of the setting sun.
His
hands moved lightly over her breasts then pinched a nipple hard and fast. A hot
shiver seared through her and she licked her lips. She held fast as he pressed
his bulging hard-on against her thigh, her clit twitching harder with need. Her
pussy tightened around the silver object purring against her clit in her
panties, her hot juices seeping from her cunt.
Nearing
the edge of coming in her silk panties, she closed her eyes slightly. If he would only move a fraction of an inch
to my mound I won be able to keep silent…or keep my hands off him. Come on,
Justin, just a little bit more. Show me what you’ve got to offer a woman,
Matthews.
As
if he’d heard her plea, he pressed harder against the inside of her thigh. His
fingers brushing against the outside of her breast; she moaned with pleasure.
His breath hot against her ear, she heard a whisper of words. “Remember, my
dear Chastity, I’m the one in control here. I’m a perfect match for that
she-wolf instinct growing inside you.”
She-wolf? He thinks of animals at a time
like this? She quivered slightly, his tongue and teeth nipping at her
earlobe, followed by a soft growl. The sound sensual and powerful, she moaned
with the wave of a liquid hot climax threatening to shudder through her body.
Breathless,
Chastity focused to find herself alone with her dress unbuttoned, her panties
pooled around her ankles and one breast pulled from her white lace bra, its
nipple held in a jeweled clip.
~~~ How does Chastity figure out Justin’s all about? ~~~
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