Gavin remained passive, and his thoughts were quiet, for which Aidan was thankful. Keeping his concentration on Kerr was hard enough, made even more difficult by his current position. On the couch against the far wall, they could see most of the activities going on around them. It was a sexual free-for-all while men masturbated their masters, naughty boys were whipped until they bled, and several others engaged in oral sex while they talked, as if getting a shoe shine during business hours. Condoms, lube, and dildos lay on every table, provided for everyone’s amusement. What a considerate host.
“Eroticism at its best, hmm?” Kerr palmed one of his slaves’ heads. “Jimmy, I want you to suck off your playmate while Billy fucks you.”
Aidan and Kerr watched while his slaves played with each other, fucking and sucking being a favorite pastime in Kerr’s underground dungeon. A shriek interrupted them, and Aidan glanced to his right to see a heavily muscled, masked man, wearing only a pair of pants, use a whip to bloody a man tied to a freestanding St. Andrew’s cross. Next to them another guy smacked a young man over a spanking bench.
“I have plenty of games we can play.” Kerr watched as his sexual slaves climbed toward orgasm. But they didn’t come, and he didn’t let them.
Aidan, for all his fascination with voyeurism and oral sex, had a hard time remaining unaffected by the blatant hedonism surrounding them. Yet he didn’t find Kerr sexually exciting in the least. His boys looked tired and almost scared, and Aidan felt a surprising empathy for them.
“Ah, there’s Samson. Okay, boys, come.”
As they made a mess over themselves, a giant of a man, who surprisingly reminded Aidan of himself, approached. He had blond hair and blue eyes that missed nothing. And like Kerr, his thoughts were contained.
“Samson, this is Aidan Castle, our friend with Canadian ties. Aidan, my number one adviser, Samson Ruelle.”
Samson nodded, and Aidan caught a flare of interest.
“Samson. A pleasure.”
Samson looked down at Gavin. “Pretty pet you have there, Mr. Castle.”
“Call me Aidan.” Aidan gave him a pleasant smile. “I’m impressed with everything your boss has accomplished over the years. I’m just happy to be invited.”
Kerr considered him over steepled fingers. “Funny we haven’t met before now.”
Aidan didn’t need to be a mind reader to sense Kerr’s subtle suspicion. “I’ve kept a low profile while many of my competitors have been busted. You probably heard about the large smuggling ring that went down a month ago. Fucking DEA in upper Washington blew up a lot of good business.”
Kerr nodded. “Yes. I lost a few sources, thanks to meddling cops. I hadn’t heard of your involvement in the matter, though.”
“Exactly.” Aidan waited.
“But your exploits speak for themselves. The money you wired is good, and the guns you had dropped at my private wharf look to be just what I need.”
Thank God for Jack and his contacts.
Kerr stared at him for a moment. “Meeting new friends is always a treat. So what do you and your slave like to do for fun? Anything we’d care to see? You did seem eager to participate in the party. Or was that just an angle to talk business?”
Aidan knew to answer yes would get his ass thrown out in a heartbeat. Kerr had plenty of resources at his disposal. He picked and chose whom he worked with, and he liked men with common interests. His clear lust made him easy to read, at least, when it came to sex. Kerr expected a show, as did Samson.
Doubt weighed on his and Gavin’s ability to be convincing.
Pay or play time. Samson had taken root next to his boss and wouldn’t be moving anytime soon. The spent submissives by Carl’s feet didn’t receive more than his nod to go away. Kerr’s attention centered on him and Gavin, who thankfully remained mute and ready to obey at the drop of a hat. Perhaps Aidan could prod about the book while Kerr was distracted. The idea had merit.
“My boy and I like to fuck for an audience. He’s particularly good at sucking me off.” The thought of it had Aidan needing release. “What about you, Mr. Kerr?”
“Oh, call me Carl.”
“Carl.” Aidan ran a hand through Gavin’s soft hair. “What are your kinks?”
“I like to watch.” Carl’s wink and look at Gavin told Aidan what the man wanted. “Looks like our friendship is starting off on the right foot.”
Aidan shoved a hard thought into Carl’s mind, searching for Chronicles.
Carl rubbed his forehead.
“Boy, unzip me,” Aidan ordered Gavin and tugged on the collar. He felt Samson’s interest as well, but he kept his focus on Carl. “Gavin, I need to look into his mind for the book. Distract him for me. He wants to watch.”
Gavin timidly turned around, still on his knees, and moved to Aidan’s zipper. “Yes, Sir.” “God, I hope I can do this.” “Thank you, Sir.”
“You can. You like this. Forget about them and focus on me and my pleasure. Make your Master come, baby.”
“What nice manners,” Carl murmured. “Don’t you think, Samson?”
The bruiser nodded, but his hot gaze didn’t stray from Aidan’s face.
Aidan lifted his hips while Gavin pulled down his trousers. The tight fit hadn’t done much to conceal his growing erection, but now he was hard and out for all to see. Hard for Gavin’s clever fingers and talented mouth.
“You’re a big one yourself,” Samson said and licked his lips, his gaze now focused on Aidan’s cock.
“Yeah. I like sex, and I like games. This party is just what I needed.” He tugged on the chain in his fist. “Suck me, boy.”
He spread his legs wider, totally turned on by Gavin and the fact others watched his boy pleasuring him. They saw Gavin as Aidan saw him, the chain wrapped around Aidan’s fist as Gavin put his lips over the head of his cock and sucked.
“What a nice mouth.” Carl sat up and leaned closer, his erection visible. “Samson, some ease.”
Samson blinked, and Aidan caught the notion the bigger man didn’t normally pleasure the boss in that way. Then Samson’s thoughts turned mercenary. He intended to get Carl off while tempting Aidan at the same time. Eventually he’d make his move on Kerr and steal the business. A man as big and tough as Aidan’s planted background suggested was a partner Samson could use.
Aidan had a sudden thought—that’s if our cover holds.
Gavin teased his balls and sucked harder, startling a groan out of him.
“Good boy,” he said, his voice thick. “That’s it. Lick my sac. You hard, boy? You want to come?”
Gavin groaned, his hunger apparent in the hard sucks and mental need pouring through him.
While he struggled not to come, Aidan pushed again at Carl’s barriers. He saw the cracks and vulnerabilities and shoved sections of those mental walls aside. He could make out the spine of an older book, a treasure Carl wanted kept close. It was the means to an end. A way to ensure Stallbridge kept his nose out of Carl’s business as well as tethering the powerful man until Carl could find a way to use and exploit him in the best way possible.
Carl moaned as Samson’s large fist worked in the man’s lap. Aidan made out little of what actually transpired, since Samson’s hand covered most of Carl’s dick, but he could see Carl getting off on the open pleasure.
“That’s good, Samson.” Carl panted, his gaze not on Samson’s hand, but on Gavin’s hollowed cheeks. “I love an orgy. We’ll have to have a free-for-all later tonight. Won’t that be fun?” Carl reached out to stroke Gavin when Aidan intercepted and squeezed his hand tight.
“No one touches what’s mine,” Aidan growled.