10 Nights (28 page)

Leah was startled when
Rhett pulled a seat close to his and patted it but she sat down quickly. He
took the other chair and opened a small leather folder that sat on the table
before him. While he studied the contents she folded her hands in her lap and
tried not to be too obvious when she glanced around at the others at the table.

Though she had never
attended an office meeting before, everything seemed just as she would have
expected it to be. The eight men and four women seated around the table were
all dressed in business suits, of varying levels of conservativeness, and in
front of each of them was a folder, identical to the one Rhett was reading,
along with a notepad, several pens and a glass. In the middle of the table were
several jugs filled with water.

It all seemed
completely normal, except for her presence at the meeting, which she didn’t
understand, and the fact that Rhett and David were the only ones not staring at
her, either openly or covertly. She figured they were probably as curious about
her presence there as she was herself, but it didn’t make her feel any better
about being studied by a dozen people.

Smiling awkwardly Leah
looked down at her hands and did her best to ignore the looks, which were
making her more than a little uncomfortable.

“I guess we should get
this meeting underway,” Rhett said, looking up from his folder. “I notice you
are all staring at my friend, is there a problem?” he asked; he already knew
why they were looking at Leah since he had arranged everything, but Leah didn’t
and he had to play along with what he had set up.

David stood. “Well,
Rhett, we aren’t sure why you have invited your, lady friend, into our business
meeting.” It was only with a supreme effort that he was able to keep his face
straight, the look on Leah’s face at his description of her made him want to
laugh, but he knew he couldn’t afford to, that would only spoil what Rhett had
planned.

“Do you all agree with
David? Are you all wondering why my friend is here?” Rhett asked, allowing his
voice to deepen and take on a commanding note.

It was one of the women
to Leah’s right who spoke up, nibbling her lip nervously as she did. “In my
opinion,” she gained a little confidence when several of the other people
around the table nodded their heads to show they were in agreement, “it is
highly unprofessional of you to bring someone into this meeting who has no
place here. Our clients require absolute confidentiality in all business
dealings and your ‘friend’s’ presence might well jeopardize that.”

Leah squirmed in her
chair as the woman glared at her, making her feel as though she was a bug the
woman longed to squash underfoot.

“It seems my business
etiquette leaves something to be desired; perhaps I should show you why I have
brought her here.” He glanced around the group, one brow raised, looking for
any further comments.

“I think that would be
appropriate,” a balding middle-aged man agreed.

“Sweetheart, would you
please stand up for me.” Rhett shook his head in mock aggravation.

Leah hoped he was
sending her from the room; it was readily obvious she wasn’t welcome there, so
she stood and pushed back her chair, waiting for him to speak.

Standing, Rhett moved
behind Leah and put his hands on her waist. “She is here,” he said, “because I
enjoy touching her, and can’t keep my hands off her.” He allowed his hands to
trail up from her waist and then move round to cup her breasts.

“Sir?” Leah’s face
burned in embarrassment as he groped her and her hands moved to cover his as
she lowered her eyes, humiliated by what he was doing.

“So you’ve brought your
whore to a business meeting, a meeting that involves a considerable amount of
money and the fate of several companies.” A tall blond man shook his head, a
look of disgust on his face.

With quick fingers
Rhett undid the buttons on the front of Leah’s shirt and she gasped, attempting
to still his hands, as he pulled it open. “Sir, maybe I should leave.” Please,
for the love of chocolate, she silently prayed, just get me the fuck out of
here.

“Why should these
people determine what I do with you, sweet girl?” he asked. Grabbing her hands
he pulled them down to her sides and then he tugged her shirt from her skirt
and opened it wide, ensuring that everyone in the room could see her bra and
her clenched abdomen.

“This is an outrage,
Rhett,” a sophisticated looking woman said angrily, shaking her head as she
rapidly tapped her pen on the table. “You should keep your sex life behind
closed doors.”

What the hell was he
doing? He had lost his damned mind, she thought, her face burning hotter than
ever. “Sir, please!” She was trembling she was so angry with him for what he
was doing, while the shock of his unexpected actions kept her arms frozen to
her sides. Had she been able to move them she would have covered herself, and
to hell with his dislike of her disobeying him.

Paying no attention to
Leah’s words, or the distress in her voice, Rhett pulled her shirt off her
shoulders and slid it down her arms. He kicked it out of the way when it
dropped to the floor while he unclasped her bra; her bra was on the floor with
her shirt before she had a chance to realize what he was doing. “Have you
looked at her tits?” he grinned as he asked the question, cupping them gently
and squeezing them, pinching her nipples to make them erect.

Mortified Leah
attempted to turn toward him, to hide herself with his body, but he released
her breasts and grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place. “Don’t you dare
let them make you feel bad for doing what I command. Stand still and show them
how proud you are of your body!” Every eye in the room was focused on his
beautiful girl and the thought that none of them could have her, though they
almost certainly wanted her, turned him on more than he would have admitted.

“Perhaps you should
show us more, Rhett. If you are going to flaunt your whore before us you can at
least make it entertaining.” Laughing softly the thirty something year old man
leaned back, his arms crossed in front of him, his enjoyment evident on his
face.

She couldn’t believe
that a group of professionals, lawyers and businesspeople, could behave like
dogs in heat, but that was how they seemed to her. Despite the disgust a couple
of them had expressed they were all watching her avidly, waiting to see what
Rhett was going to do with her next.

Her mind screamed for
her to run, to break free from Rhett’s grasp and run from the room, to get as
far from the scene of such embarrassment as she could. Despite her mind’s
advice she didn’t flee, she didn’t even attempt to. That part of her that had
found pleasure in everything Rhett had pushed her to do over the past week rose
to the surface again, and to her dismay Leah found herself becoming aroused by
being displayed to his business associates.

Rhett was impressed as
he reached down between them to unzip her skirt. Though she had made a few
token protests she was not resisting him as he had expected her to. He had been
sure she would be punching and clawing at him to get him to stop long before
now.

“You’re beginning to
enjoy this, aren’t you, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear as he pushed her
skirt down over her hips so it slid to the floor, leaving her in just her
panties and shoes.

Damn she was fucking
beautiful, he thought, standing there with her breasts on display, just a thin
piece of material hiding her sex from the thirteen pairs of eyes that were
hungrily drinking in the sight of her.

Taking a clump of her
hair in his hand he pulled her head back roughly so he could whisper some more.
“You see how they’re looking at you, they want you, they want to touch you, to
suck on your nipples, to rip your panties away and drink from your core.” As he
spoke, his words spreading a tingle of desire through her, his free hand traced
its way over her breasts and down her quivering abdomen.

His fingers paused at
the band of her panties, waiting there until she moaned, telling him she was
eager for him to continue, and so he did. He slid his fingers into her panties
and down across her smooth mound; soon enough he was between her folds, where
he discovered the moisture that told him he had been right, she was enjoying
what he was doing.

Leah felt her breathing
quicken as his fingers reached her core and she looked around wildly at the
strangers watching her. What the hell was wrong with her? She wondered. It wasn’t
right, she shouldn’t be letting him touch her in front of a bunch of strangers,
but his fingers felt so good. Her mind was screaming a million things at her
all at once and she didn’t know which way to turn. All she could do was groan
at the pleasure his fingers brought her.

Pulling his fingers from
her drenched folds Rhett grasped her underwear, and with one quick tug he tore
it from her, tossing it aside like the scrap of material it now was. Leah
gasped and brought her hands round to cover her bare mound, but a quick slap on
the butt told her he wasn’t going to allow that and she reluctantly moved her
hands out of the way. “What should I do with this beautiful slut?” he asked of
no one in particular.

Leah knew she should
hate him for talking about her like that, but she couldn’t, she found it just
as much a turn on as everything else he was doing. He was turning her into just
what he had called her, she thought as a fresh surge of blood colored her
cheeks. “Sir, please!” She didn’t know whether her words were a plea for him to
stop or an encouragement, she was too confused.

“I think you should
fuck her,” David said with a grin as his friend’s fingers returned to Leah’s
mound. He was amazed she hadn’t stopped it yet, he’d been sure she would end it
long before it reached that point. He and Janie had had their biggest fight ever
over a scene like the one Rhett was playing out just then. Janie had gone
through with it in the end, but she had given him hell afterward.

At David’s words Rhett
pushed two fingers deep into Leah’s core, while with his other he pulled her
head back sharply by her hair. “What do you think, sweetheart?” he growled
hungrily. “Should I bend you over this table and fuck that sweet little pussy
of yours until you cum?”

She whimpered as his
fingers probed her, erasing her awareness of anything else. It was so wrong,
her mind screamed, she shouldn’t be allowing it to happen, but her body
demanded more.

“I asked you a
question, girl.” His fingers pushed deeper inside her and his thumb grazed over
her piercing, knowing how her body would react to the stimulation.

“No, Sir!” she cried
out defiantly, wishing she had the strength to pull away from him, and hating
herself for wanting to give in to him. She couldn’t believe she had become the
kind of person who would even consider letting a man touch her as Rhett was
just then, in front of a group of strangers.

Allowing his thumb to
rub back and forth over her piercing again Rhett felt her core clench at him,
and knew she was about to cum. With a chuckle he slid his fingers from her.
“Apparently my little slut doesn’t want to fuck.” He kept his hands on her
thigh, knowing how unfulfilled she was.

Part of her wanted him
to touch her again, at the same time she was glad he wasn’t forcing the issue,
she didn’t think she could bring herself to say no a second time. Clenching her
thighs together she did her best to get her body under control, not
understanding how she could be so turned on by such treatment.

“Lean over the table,”
Rhett commanded softly. If she thought things were over she still had a lot to
learn about him, he thought. The games had only just begun.

“Sir, I don’t want to
be with you in front of all these people.” How she found the courage to deny
him again she didn’t know, especially when her body was aching for him so
badly.

“Trust me, girl, I
won’t fuck you until you beg me to, now lean over the table; don’t make me ask
again!”

Not sure what Rhett was
intending Leah nervously leaned forward, resting her cheek on the cool table.
From that position she wasn’t able to see behind her to where Rhett was, and
that made her all the more nervous, since she had no warning of his intentions.

“If we’re not going to
fuck, sweet girl,” Rhett said, taking out a long ruler and raising it, “I’m
going to make that sexy ass of yours red,” he brought the ruler down sharply on
her heart-shaped ass, which made her cry out with the sudden pain, “so everyone
will know what a bad girl you are.”

The sting of the ruler
burned her butt cheeks, while the cheeks on her face burned red with
humiliation over his words. He struck her again and again with the ruler until
her cries of pain combined into one long drawn out wail. “Please, Sir!” she
begged, gripping the edge of the table with all her strength. She was almost at
the end of her tolerance and wished she had just let him take her. That might
be just as embarrassing, but at least it would be less painful.

“Your choice, Leah; I’m
either going to have your ass or that hot little cunt.” He allowed his hands to
rub her reddened ass, enjoying the color.

“Take me, Sir,” she
whispered quietly, preferring humiliation over pain.