The King's Terms
Rider stepped forward, his hand extended. "It's an honor to finally meet you, King."
Jack took his hand. The grip was firm, measured. Professional.
He has no idea, Jack thought. No fucking idea.
The irony was almost too perfect. The man who'd stolen his wife, who'd orchestrated his humiliation, who'd sent him that video—standing here, shaking his hand, calling him King.
Jack released Rider's hand and gestured toward the mini bar. "Can I offer you a drink?"
"Absolutely," Rider said, already moving toward the leather chairs.
Jack's gaze shifted to Leena. She was still standing near the door, her posture rigid, her eyes darting around the room like she was trying to solve a puzzle.
"And you?" Jack asked.
Leena's eyes snapped to his. For a moment, she just stared at him, that same unsettled expression on her face.
She feels it, Jack realized. She knows something's wrong but can't figure out what.
"No," Leena said finally. "I'm fine."
Jack nodded slowly. He moved to the bar, his movements deliberate, controlled. He poured two glasses of whiskey—one for Rider, one for himself. Expensive stuff. The kind Rider would appreciate.
He handed Rider the glass and took a sip of his own, savoring the burn.
Rider settled into one of the leather chairs, crossing one leg over the other. Confident. Comfortable.
Like he owns the place, Jack thought darkly.
Jack leaned against the edge of his desk, his posture casual. "So," he said. "What did you want to see me about?"
Rider took a sip of his whiskey, his expression brightening. "I wanted to talk to you about an opportunity. A significant one."
"I'm listening."
"I'm in the process of closing a deal with Crestfall Health," Rider said, his voice smooth and assured. "It's a major acquisition. Once it's finalized, I'll have control of one of the largest healthcare networks on the West Coast."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "That's impressive."
Liar, he thought. You're in the middle of a bidding war you're losing.
But he kept his expression neutral. Interested.
"It is," Rider agreed. "And I think it would be in your best interest to invest in me."
Jack tilted his head slightly. "Oh, would it now?"
"It would." Rider leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "With Crestfall Health under my control, I'll triple your investment within the first year. Possibly quadruple it. This is the kind of opportunity that doesn't come around often."
Jack took another sip of his whiskey, letting the silence stretch.
He's desperate, Jack realized. He needs this money.
"That's a bold claim," Jack said finally.
"I don't make claims I can't back up," Rider said. His smile was confident, practiced. "I've built my career on delivering results. This will be no different."
Jack set his glass down on the desk behind him. He crossed his arms, his gaze steady on Rider.
"Alright," he said. "I'll invest."
Rider's smile widened. "Excellent. I think you'll—"
"But only if Leena can manage to satisfy me."
The room went silent.
Rider blinked. "I'm sorry?"
"You heard me." Jack's voice was calm, almost conversational. "I'll give you the investment. But only if she can satisfy me. Now."
Leena's breath caught. "Now?"
Jack's gaze shifted to her. "Now."
Leena looked at Rider, her eyes wide, searching his face for some kind of response.
Rider's jaw tightened. His hand gripped the armrest of the chair.
Then he nodded.
Just once. Sharp. Final.
Leena's stomach twisted. She looked back at Jack, her pulse racing.
This is just business, she told herself. Just another deal. Just another investor.
She crossed the room slowly, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. When she reached the desk, she sank to her knees, her hands moving to Jack's belt.
Behind her, she heard Rider stand.
"I'll wait outside," he said.
"No." Jack's voice cut through the room like a blade. "Stay."
Rider stopped. "Excuse me?"
"You wanted my money, didn't you?" Jack's tone was light, almost amused. "Then stay. Watch."
Rider's expression darkened. "That's not—"
"Sit down," Jack said. His voice was still calm, but there was steel beneath it now. "Or the deal's off."
Rider stared at him for a long moment.
Then he sat back down.
Leena's hands trembled as she unbuckled Jack's belt. She pulled down his zipper, her movements mechanical, practiced.
This is just like all the others, she told herself. Boring. Tedious. A way to get Rider another investor's money.
She pulled his cock free and wrapped her hand around it.
Then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
The taste was familiar—salt and skin and the faint musk of cologne. She moved her head slowly, her tongue working along the underside of his shaft.
But nothing happened.
He wasn't getting hard.
Leena tried harder, taking him deeper.
Still nothing.
Jack sighed above her.
Then he yawned.
Leena's pride stung. She pulled back slightly, her eyes flicking up to his face.
He looked bored.
What the fuck?
She redoubled her efforts, her hand moving faster, her mouth working him with more intensity.
Jack's cock twitched slightly, but he still wasn't fully hard.
"Do you want to give up?" Jack asked, his tone almost conversational.
Leena's jaw tightened. She pulled back, her hand still wrapped around him.
Then she leaned down and pressed her breasts together, wrapping them around his cock while she continued to suck the tip.
His cock started to harden, the blood finally rushing where it needed to go.
"That's better," he said aloud, his voice low.
Leena felt a flicker of satisfaction. She worked him harder now, her breasts squeezing around his shaft, her mouth sucking the head.
Jack's hand moved to the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair.
Then he pushed.
Hard.
Leena gagged as he forced her deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat.
"Deeper," Jack said. "As deep as you can."
Leena's eyes watered. She tried to pull back, but his grip was firm, unyielding.
She relaxed her throat and took him deeper, her hand moving to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently.
Jack groaned softly. "You must have had a lot of practice."
Leena's face burned.
Jack turned his head, his gaze shifting to Rider.
Rider was watching with detachment. His expression was blank, his posture relaxed. He'd seen plenty of men fuck Leena before in dealings like this. This was nothing new.
"Is it okay if I go a bit rough with her?" Jack asked.
Rider scoffed. "You can try."
Jack smiled.
He pulled Leena off his cock and hauled her to her feet. She stumbled slightly, her legs unsteady.
Jack spun her around and bent her over the desk. The wood was cool against her cheek. Her hands splayed out in front of her, trying to brace herself.
Jack lifted her dress, bunching it around her waist. He hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down to her knees.
Then he pushed inside her.
Hard.
Leena gasped, her body jerking forward against the desk.
Fuck, Jack thought. She's tight.
He hadn't expected that. Not after everything. Not after all the men she'd been with.
But she was.
Jack's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. He pulled back and thrust again, harder this time.
Leena's breath came in short, sharp gasps.
Jack reached for the pen holder on his desk. He grabbed a pen—sleek, metal, expensive—and brought it down to her ass.
He pressed the tip against her
"Wait—" Leena started.
Jack shoved it inside.
Leena cried out, her body tensing, her hands scrabbling against the desk.
"Be quiet," Jack said, his voice cold. He slammed her face down against the desk, his hand pressing against the back of her head. "And take it, slut."
Leena's pride flared. "I'm not a—"
Jack's hand shot out and grabbed her by the neck, yanking her head back. His grip was tight, cutting off her words.
"Shut the fuck up," he growled.
Leena's mouth snapped shut. Her eyes were wide, her breathing ragged.
Jack glanced at Rider.
Rider's jaw was clenched now. His hand gripped the armrest of the chair
He's watching, Jack thought. Watching the man whose wife he stole fuck his woman right in front of him.
The irony was almost too much.
Sad, really, Jack thought. But satisfying.
He turned his attention back to Leena, his hand still gripping her neck.
"Why are you fucking me?" he asked.
Leena's voice was strained. "For the deal. For Rider."
"Are you sure?" Jack's hand slid down to her hip, his thrusts slowing. "Or is it because you just like fucking men?"
"I'm not—" Leena's voice broke. "I'm not like that."
"Prove it."
Jack pulled out and flipped her over. Leena's back hit the desk, her legs spreading automatically.
Jack grabbed her panties from where they'd fallen and bunched them up. Then he shoved them into her mouth.
"Keep them in your mouth the whole time," he said. "Without moaning them out."
Leena stared at him, her expression shifting to something smug. Confident.
Easy, she thought. I can do that.
Jack smiled.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the desk. Then he lifted her, his hands gripping her thighs, and set her on the floor.
"Crawl," he said. "On your hands and feet. To the couch."
Leena blinked. "What—"
Jack pushed back inside her, cutting off her words.
Leena's eyes went wide. Her body jerked forward.
"Crawl," Jack repeated.
Leena started moving. Her hands and feet pressed against the floor, her body arched awkwardly as Jack continued to fuck her from behind.
The position was humiliating. Degrading.
And her body was betraying her.
Her legs started to tremble. Her moans grew louder, muffled by the panties in her mouth. The smug expression on her face began to disappear, replaced by something desperate.
No, she thought. No, I can't—
But she could feel it building. The pressure. The heat.
Jack's hands gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts harder, more deliberate.
By the time they reached the couch, Leena's entire body was shaking.
Jack bent her over the arm of the couch. Her head landed on the cushion right next to Rider's leg.
Her eyes locked with his.
Rider stared down at her, his expression unreadable.
And then Leena remembered.
Sarah's pussy is so tight.
The words echoed in her mind. The way Rider had said it during the partner swap. The way he'd looked at Sarah. The way he'd made Leena feel like she wasn't enough.
Fuck it, Leena thought.
She spit the panties out of her mouth.
"Oh god," she moaned, her eyes never leaving Rider's. "Your dick is so big, King. So fucking big."
Rider's expression shifted. His jaw clenched. His hand gripped the armrest so hard his knuckles turned white.
But he didn't say anything.
Jack's hand shot out and grabbed Leena by the hair, yanking her head back.
"You lost the bet," he said.
He dragged her by her hair across the floor. Leena scrambled to keep up, her hands and knees scraping against the hardwood.
Jack pulled her to the mini bar and forced her to her knees. He shoved his cock down her throat, his hand gripping the back of her head.
Leena gagged, her hands coming up to his thighs, trying to push back.
Jack ignored her. He reached for a bottle of whiskey on the bar and poured himself a drink with his free hand.
He took a sip, savoring the burn.
Then he pulled his cock out of Leena's mouth and tilted her head back.
He spit the whiskey into her mouth from a distance.
The liquid splashed across her face, into her mouth, down her chin.
Leena coughed, sputtering, her eyes watering.
Jack set the glass down. Then he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her.
Leena's legs came up automatically, her body folding in half as Jack positioned her in the air. Her knees were pressed against her chest, her ass exposed.
Jack pushed back inside her.
Leena's scream was muffled by her own thighs pressed against her face.
Jack started walking.
Toward Rider.
Each step sent shockwaves through Leena's body. Each thrust was deep, brutal, unrelenting.
"Say it," Jack said, his voice low. "Say you're a slut."
Leena shook her head, her voice muffled. "No."
Jack's grip tightened. He leaned closer, his lips near her ear, his voice dropping to a whisper only she could hear.
"Say it," he whispered. "Or I won't give him the deal."
Leena's breath caught.
No. No, he can't—
But she could hear it in his voice. He meant it.
"I'm a slut," she whispered.
"Louder."
"I'm a slut."
"Louder."
"I'm a filthy slut!" Leena screamed, her voice breaking.
Jack smiled.
He thrust one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go.
Then he came.
Hard.
His cock pulsed inside her, filling her with heat. Leena's body convulsed, her own orgasm crashing through her—the second one tonight.
Jack pulled out, and some of his cum spilled out with him.
It splattered across Rider's shoulder.
Rider jerked back, his expression twisting with disgust.
"Apologies," Jack said, his tone insincere. He tossed Leena toward Rider like she was a discarded toy.
Leena stumbled, catching herself on the arm of the couch. Her legs were shaking. Her body was slick with sweat and cum.
And then she felt it.
The pressure building again. The final wave.
She squirted, the liquid splashing across Rider's lap, soaking his pants.
Rider's face went red. His hands clenched into fists.
But he didn't move. Didn't speak.
For the deal, he told himself. For the money.
He wanted to beat Jack right there. Wanted to wrap his hands around the King's throat and squeeze until there was nothing left.
But he was in Jack's territory. Surrounded by Jack's people.
Once I get Crestfall Health, Rider promised himself. Once I have the power—I'll come back. And I'll make him pay.
Jack straightened, adjusting his pants. He picked up his whiskey glass and took another sip, his expression calm.
"So," he said. "The deal is done. I'll support you."
Rider stood slowly, his movements stiff. "Good. I'll have my people send over the paperwork."
"Looking forward to it," Jack said.
Liar, he thought. You'll never see a fucking dime.
Rider grabbed Leena by the arm and pulled her to her feet. She was still trembling, her legs barely able to support her weight.
"Let's go," Rider said, his voice tight.