Wicked Favor (The Wicked Horse Vegas #1)



I stroll into The Silo Room, my gaze sweeping the patrons. It’s early, so it’s only about half full, which lets me easily lock eyes onto Steven and Helena. They came tonight at my request because after three days of Trista working as a cleaner, it’s time to start pushing her boundaries a little. She’s not only getting promoted up to the condiment tray, but she’s also going to understand her boss a little bit better tonight. Because what I have planned for her can’t come as a great surprise, so I’m going to start exposing her to the dirty side of Jerico Jameson.

Joining Steven and Helena at the circular bar in the middle of the room, I quickly give him a handshake and press a soft kiss to Helena’s cheek.

Next to The Orgy Room, this would be my favorite spot to fuck. I don’t do any of the BDSM or fetish shit, but I admit it’s interesting and arousing to watch sometimes. Admittedly, I’m not down with some of it, but most of it is erotic, so I like the vibe here.

This room is a smaller replica of Bridger’s club in Wyoming. It’s circular with little rooms on the perimeter done all in glass. Some rooms cater to fetishes, BDSM, or various other kink. Others are for members who just want to star in their own personal porn show. The main difference between this Silo and the one in Wyoming is that two of the rooms here offer privacy by long curtains that can be closed along the glass. This is usually done by a couple who comes in together and want to perhaps have a threesome. Their kink is the threesome and not in being watched, so I thought it was a nice touch to add.

“Want a drink?” Steven asks before he lets the last of his bourbon slide down his throat. I shake my head in the negative as he sits his glass back down. Helena’s wineglass is empty, but I bet it’s her second as I told her I only had limited time at seven, so I know she’s ready to go.

It just so happens that seven is when Trista will come on duty. My cryptic text to her should have her showing up in this room in the next five minutes or so. All I texted her was, New duties tonight. Find me when you get here.

I’ve not seen her much the last two nights as she was able to work on her own and any more “training” by me would probably be considered stalking. So she worked, and I ignored her for the most part.

But not tonight.

“So what’s your pleasure?” Helena asks in a husky voice as she steps into the front of my body. Steven comes up behind his wife and presses in tight, grinding his dick against her ass. I think it’s a subtle suggestion I fuck her pussy while her husband gets her ass.

I smile at her, but then lift my eyes to Steven to get his permission. “I’d just love Helena’s beautiful mouth on my cock tonight. I don’t have a lot of time to play.”

“I still think I’ll take your ass, love,” Steven whispers in Helena’s ear. She shudders because that woman loves ass play.

“Then let’s get to it,” she murmurs as she takes my hand to lead me over to a low, black bench covered in buttoned vinyl. It sits directly in front of the glass room that houses the stocks, which are currently in use by two men. One has his neck and arms firmly enclosed in the hinged, swinging board while he’s sucking his partner’s cock. I’ve learned over the last year that Helena loves watching two men together, so it’s no surprise she decided to set up shop in front of this room. I know she’d love for Steven and me to get physical with each other during our threesomes, but that’s not my thing. Nothing against it, just not my cup of tea.

Because time is of the essence, Steven takes control of getting his wife ready. While feathering kisses along her neck, he removes her dress, bra, and panties while leaving on her high-heeled shoes. My dick doesn’t start to get hard until Helena crawls onto the bench. With a sultry look, she crooks her finger at me to step closer. I do as requested. Coming to her knees, she starts to work at my belt and zipper. While I don’t pay close attention to him, I can see Steven moving behind her with a bottle of lube in his palm.

Helena makes short work of pulling my cock free and with a few hard strokes of her hand, I’m ready to go. My eyes stay glued on her mouth as she takes me inside it, and I can’t help the groan that rumbles out of me when the head of my cock slips into her throat. She hums in appreciation, and I feel that sensation straight through to my balls.

Helena bobs up and down on me for a few moments, but then her entire body jerks forward and my gaze rises to see Steven behind her with his dick against her ass. He rotates his hips and gently works himself into her before he sets up a leisurely pace as he is never in any hurry to get off. Because he always wants his wife to get off first, his fingers go between her legs and she makes more moaning and groaning sounds that feel amazing on my cock as she sucks me slowly but very deeply. She is a fucking master at blowing a guy.

My hands come up to cradle Helena’s face so I can hold her in place. Because she has no problems with taking me deep, I take over and start to thrust, going faster than the pace she set. Helena breathes in through her nose to ensure she has adequate oxygen, but I know this isn’t completely comfortable for her as her eyes start leaking tears. Had this been the first time I’ve been down her throat, I would be worried, but this is normal for her.

I can feel my orgasm starting to tingle as Helena brings a hand up to roll my balls. My head falls back with a deep groan and when I let it fall forward again, my gaze catches Trista standing in the doorway. She doesn’t see me looking at her as her own gaze is riveted to where Steven is plowing his wife’s ass. But then Trista’s gaze slides slowly along Helena’s body to where she’s enthusiastically sucking my dick.

My orgasm starts to burn hotter and as I dig my fingers into the side of Helena’s head, I fuck her mouth faster. I keep my eyes locked on Trista, and she finally dares to look at me.

My breath is coming out harshly, but I still manage to give Trista a wicked smile. She gives me nothing in return except wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth. She never does drop her gaze from mine and I’m guessing it’s because she’s too embarrassed to do so now that I caught her staring.

But I know she wants to.

I can also tell she wants to look more.

I know this because I can see her chest rising and falling, and her cheeks are flushed. She runs her tongue over her lower lip a few times and her hands are clasped together so tightly her knuckles are white. Add onto that, she’s fidgeting by stepping from foot to foot and pressing her legs together slightly. I’d bet my life if I were to stick my hand down the front of her jeans, I would find her soaking wet.

And just the thought of my hand between her legs causes my climax to slam into me. I shove deeper into Helena’s mouth and shoot my load straight down her throat with a long groan I know Trista can hear from across the room.