Chapter 1
She was pretty, Selene could give her that. But the audacity to claim legacy? Emily Prentiss didn’t seem to have the confidence to even speak of the club without blushing, let alone enter through its doors.
But Selene wanted a pet. Emily was docile, willing. She was perfect.
It was their third date, Selene having the sophomore cornered in the back of a bar just off campus. Her hand wouldn’t leave Emily’s thigh as she brought up the club.
Emily’s nose wrinkled. “The sex club?”
“The elite sex club.” She emphasized her point by curling her fingers into Emily’s jeans.
The sophomore’s eyes faltered, her lips parting as Selene’s fingers itched along her leg. She dropped her gaze to her drink, her fingers pinching the straw as she stirred it. “I don’t think so.”
“You’re a legacy.” A double legacy. Fascinating.
Emily tried her best to hold her grimace back, pushing the thought of her parents in that club away from her mind.
Selene licked her lips. “You’d be welcome with open arms.”
“What’s the point?” She laughed, noticing the senior leaning into her. “Sex in front of a bunch of random people I don’t even know?” Emily let Selene nudge her nose against hers. “For what?”
Selene brought her other hand up to tangle in Emily’s hair, moving a curl from her eyes. “You don’t look down on me, do you?”
“Of course not.” Her answer was quick.
The senior grinned. Emily would already do anything to please her. She curled her hand in the hair at the base of Emily’s hair and tugged. “I want you to join.”
Emily let out a breath.
Selene leaned in and kissed her, the sophomore’s mouth ready and waiting with her head already forcibly tilted back.
Refraining from moaning into the older girl’s mouth, Emily pinched her fingers tighter around her straw.
“Sex and power,” Selene whispered, nipping at Emily’s bottom lip. “Being someone in the know to everything happening around, not only on this campus. A ticket to the top, because everyone who’s anyone in a position of power has been in this club.”
She could feel her date’s fingers pressing firmly against the stitching of her jeans, slowly and surely slipping closer to her zipper. The hand in her hair curled itself around her throat and Emily wasn’t sure why she denied the other girl in the first place. She knew from their first night together it wasn’t something she liked.
When she obeyed, Emily was rewarded. “Sex and power?” she asked.
Chuckling darkly, the older student nodded her head. “Everything I make you feel in the bedroom I can make you feel every moment of every day.”
Selene leaned in and bit hard on Emily’s bottom lip.
A moan slipped past Emily’s lips before she could stop it. “What do I have to do?”
The senior laughed, forcing Emily closer. “Say yes.”
…
Tony tucked his shirt back in his pants as he left the red velvet chair in the middle of the room, throwing a leg back to kick at the college student who had clearly failed his evaluation. Poor kid had gotten a hard-on the second the upperclassmen began to laugh at him but couldn’t shove a dick down his throat to save his life.
Sighing, the senior boy slipped his glasses back on his nose and took a glass of champagne from where they sat waiting on the bookcase.
“Don’t look like a kicked puppy,” he heard a familiar voice sneer. “At least you got your dick sucked.”
He turned, noticing Selene with a pretty brunette tucked possessively against her side. Emily – he was pretty sure that was her name. Selene’s hand was gripping her skin, clawing just beneath her breast, but with the look on the sophomore’s face, Tony wasn’t sure she even noticed.
He laughed, walking over as he downed half his glass. “Please.”
“Not good enough for you, Tony?”
“Bitch was like a blender with lips,” he cursed, adjusting himself in his jeans. “I’d rather be celibate.”
Selene grinned like a cat with a prize, turning a shocked Emily in her hold to face the other club member. “Oh, poor little Tony,” she mewled, taking a moment to press kisses to her girl’s cheek. “We know the first rule of blowjobs, don’t we Emily?” She barred her teeth. “No teeth.”
The sophomore tried for a laugh. She was sure they could still see the shock on her face; her heart was racing after watching student after student practically beg for a spot in the club by fucking or sucking whoever asked for it. Her thighs rubbed slightly, an uncomfortable ache between her legs.
“Name?”
Emily’s eyes met Tony’s. She watched him smile at her and suddenly Selene’s hands on her were quite noticeable. “Emily Prentiss.”
His brows shot up.
Selene nodded, her hand reaching up and cupping the twenty-year old’s breast underneath her shirt. “Prentiss,” she repeated.
Emily wiggled uncomfortably in Selene’s hold, but another hand slipping beneath her skirt stopped her.
“Do what I ask of you and I’ll eat you out later,” the older girl promised.
It was embarrassing, Emily thought, looking around the room to see if anyone was looking at them. She knew Selene had plenty of friends – enemies – and just as she suspected, a good portion of the people in the room kept glancing over to their trio backed in the corner.
Holding in her sigh, Emily relented.
“So I heard that right?” Tony asked her, smirking as he watched his friend toy with Emily’s thong, skirting her hem up so the lace was visible. “Prentiss?”
The sophomore kept her eyes on Tony, her head tilting as Selene bit down her neck. “Yes.”
Selene’s fingers pinched the second they found her girl’s nipple.
Emily hissed.
“Yes what?”
Brown eyes flickered up to see Selene almost glaring down to her. The pleasure that came with the pain Selene granted her with made Emily vulnerable; consenting.
“Yes what?” she repeated.
“Sir.” Emily let the older girl turn her head so she was facing Tony once again. “Yes sir,” she told him, her voice barely above a whisper.
Selene chuckled in Emily’s ear, feeling her shiver as she did. “Good girl.”
Tony’s look between the two girls didn’t go unnoticed.
“What were you saying, Tony?”
He shared a smile with Selene. “Emily,” he nodded, turning to her. “A legacy, right? Your parents are still talked about.”
The sophomore smiled shrewdly. “Are they?”
“Not impressed?”
Selene smacked the back of her hand against Emily’s ass, feeling vigor surge through her at the gasp she received. “You’re not even going to ask the boy his
name?”
Tony looked taken aback. “Boy?”
“No need,” the brunette affirmed. “Tony Stark; you’re practically infamous.”
That made revel, a smile spreading back over his face. “Well what’s a pretty little legacy doing at evaluation night?”
Another chuckle from Selene. “She was invited.” She snuck her fingers beneath Emily’s panties, stroking her roughly.
Emily felt her legs shake at the sudden touch, her hand coming out to hold onto the bookshelf at her side. “What are you doing?” she breathed, her voice trembling as she asked. She was almost too scared to look up and meet the other girl’s eyes.
Selene’s lips brushed over her girlfriend’s ear. “Did you want me to stop?”
The eyes on them were once again at the forefront of Emily’s mind, her eyes darting around the rest of the room to see how they reacted. Her gaze landed back on
Tony, her cheeks flushing.
He shook his head. “I don’t mind.”
“And why would you?” Selene shifted her weight and took Emily’s hands, pushing her back against the bookshelf. “She’s a pretty girl.” She hiked the brunette’s leg around her hip without warning, laughing at the surprise in Emily’s eyes. Leaning in to steal a kiss, she slid two fingers into Emily.
“Selene- “
“No, no,” she tsked, curling her fingers until the younger girl whimpered against her lips. “What were you told to call me?”
Emily’s eyes darkened.
Selene used her thumbnail to scrape against Emily’s clit. “Say it.”
She let Selene kiss her, her head falling back against the shelves. “Mistress.”
“Very good,” the member complimented, rewarding her girlfriend and quickening her pace. “Now I know it’s hard, but I want you to pretend I'm not even here. Keep talking to Tony.” Seeing the question in Emily’s eyes, she smiled. “Keep your eyes on him while you cum.”
Tony smirked behind the rim of his glass, waiting patiently until the sophomore turned her head to him like she was told. “You’re new to all of this, aren’t you?”
Emily’s nod was quick, her foot flexing as Selene’s fingers raked inside her. “Yes sir.”
“Anxious?”
She shook her head.
Stepping toward her, Tony took another sip of his champagne. “Embarrassed?”
Emily inhaled sharply.
“Hot?” He brought his hand up and ran a thumb over her bottom lip. “Aroused?”
“Yes sir.”
He hooked his thumb behind her bottom teeth and pulled her jaw, smiling as she opened her mouth. In his other hand he held his champagne flute up to her lips.
“Drink.”
She did, her head tilting as Tony poured the liquid into her mouth. Her fingers curled as best they could into the wood of the bookshelf, nails scraping against the dark finish.
Selene circled her thumb quickly around Emily’s clitoris, pressing her body into her girlfriend’s and taking pleasure in the hurried pants she heard escaping her lips.
“Cum.”
She did.
…
Slapping the pen out of her hand, Tony’s head shook. “Selene, don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
He sighed. “The contract is the contract, it’s been the same for two decades. She’s already getting in so what do you care?”
Selene stole her pen back from the younger boy and glowered. “I’m club president and I’ll do as I please.” She uncapped the pen with a flick of her thumb. “It’s not as if I’m adding it to all contracts.”
“Just Emily’s.”
She looked to her friend with a grin. “If she goes through initiation, me and me alone will be in charge of her.” Her hand scribbled the new clause just above the signature lines, a smile flashing down to the paper.
She would own her.