Betrayal *
The lights in the club were dimmed, the music slow and sensual. It was a nice club, lots of rich people came here. Former or current drug dealers were usually taken to the VIP rooms where Steve Rogers’ crew engaged in typical mob money-making activities.
The room went deadly silent as your boss entered the club just before closing time. He poured himself a good measure of whiskey while everyone hastened out of the room.
He came here for you.
Rogers sat on one of the large velvet sofa and finished off the remaining whiskey in his glass in one swallow. He was wearing an expensive three piece suit with a red tie. The red tie meant trouble. Your shift had ended five minutes ago, but you were still on stage, clad only in your lacy bra and short skirt.
You might have been standing on a platform, but he was the one in charge.
Without saying a word, he got up and slowly removed his jacket before he draped it over the arm of the sofa. Then he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows.
You swallowed hard.
“I saw you with Barnes,” he spoke calmly while adjusting the sleeves. When you remained quiet, he threw a quick side glance at you. “At least you have the decency not to lie.”
He sat back on the sofa with his legs spread wide and took a moment to look you over. You tried not to squirm, but the intensity of his gaze caused goose bumps to break out on your skin.
“We flirted,” you spoke timidly. “Nothing more.”
He laughed, though the sound held no humour. “Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? Come over here, I’ll show you.”
He reached behind his back for his gun, pulled it out, and played with it a little. You didn’t move an inch. Fear and, much to your surprise, exhilaration kept you rooted in place.
Without taking his eyes off his gun, Rogers shouted, “Sarge!”
You held your breath when you heard the sound of heavy boots coming along the corridor. The double doors swung open slowly as the second-in-command entered the room. His icy blue eyes found yours and narrowed into a menacing squint.
Barnes oozed sexual confidence and danger. He wore a pair of black leather trousers with a navy blue see-through shirt and a black leather jacket. His dark hair was tied up in a bun at the nape of his neck with a few loose strands framing his face.
He strutted over to Rogers at the same time you headed down the platform, the sound of your high heels resonating in the room. His eyes still focused on the gun, Rogers patted the empty spot beside him and Barnes obediently sat down.
You shared a panicked glance with Barnes, wondering what was going to happen next. Rogers placed his gun on the small table in front of him and looked up at you.
“You know sometimes I wonder,” he said, cocking his head, his eyes lost in thought, “why do we let the ones we love hurt us?”
Slowly, his hand travelled up your thigh and you drew in a sharp breath at the unexpected contact of his large warm hand. He grabbed a handful off your ass and squeezed hard. You knew this was coming and yet, you still let out a tiny yelp.
“My best girl and my best friend flirting under my roof,” Rogers tutted, turning his head to look at Barnes. “So it’s true what they say: betrayal comes from the ones closest to us.”
As he let that thought sink in, your eyes flickered over to Barnes.
He looked tense, scared even. It did nothing to calm you down. The man everyone called the Winter Soldier was never scared.
“Before we get started,” Rogers spoke, pausing briefly to look at you, “does anyone want to get out?”
Even though his words made you nervous, you were glad to hear that safety always came first. Your safety. If you said yes, he’d let you walk out of the room. But if you said no… You snapped out of your thoughts when Barnes grumbled the word ‘no’ under his breath. They both raised their gaze to your face, expecting an answer.
“No,” you whispered, looking down at Rogers’ arm. You traced the outline of his veins with your finger and gave him an innocent smile when he shuddered.
“Lay across his lap,” Rogers ordered brusquely, giving you a quick swat on your behind. You didn’t miss the way he stroked toward the inside of Barnes’ thigh. “He’s already hard.”
You did as he asked and settled yourself across Barnes’ lap. Rogers shifted closer to Barnes and casually draped his arm over his shoulders, his free hand lifting your skirt.
“If you need me to stop, you say his last name, got it?” He caressed your exposed skin when you nodded. “I guarantee I’ll stop right away. No one wants to hear another man’s name when they’re with their best girl.”
You could have argued that not a lot of men wanted to have a three-way with another man, but you were already in trouble. No need to add fuel to the fire.
“Now, Barnes, tell me what you wanted to do to my baby girl.”
Breathing hard through his nose, Barnes looked up at the ceiling and let out a shaky sigh. This made Rogers laugh quietly.
“I-I wanted to kiss her.”
You yelped when Rogers smacked your ass hard with his right hand. “Kiss her? Oh, c’mon, you can do better than that.”
“I wanted to touch her,” Barnes said, meeting your eyes. “I wanted to have her breasts in my hands. I wanted to get my mouth on them and use my teeth on her nipples.”
Rogers kissed his temple and hummed to himself. “Mmmh, that’s the spirit!”
As soon as the words passed his lips, he delivered three hard swats to your ass, eliciting sharp gasps from your mouth. You clenched your legs together, contracting your muscles as you squirmed in Barnes’ lap. Rogers told Barnes to pin your hands to your back while he pulled your panties down your legs. You pressed your forehead against the armrest and struggled to catch your breath.
“More,” Rogers growled. His rough breaths filled Barnes’ ears as Rogers pressed his forehead against his temple.
“I’d let her suck my cock,” Barnes whined, rubbing his erection against your stomach. “I bet she can take my cock all the way down her throat. I’d stroke my hand down her throat, feel the imprint of my dick sliding in and out of her.”
Rogers’ palm came down onto your cheek with a sharp crack, the sound echoing in the room. Your cries told him you enjoyed your punishment. He kneaded your sore cheek, savouring the heat coming from your body.
You started to grind yourself against Barnes’ erection, desperate for some friction. A strangled groan tore from his throat, his grip on your wrists tightening as he thrust up.
“Stop that!” Rogers ordered, swatting your ass hard enough to make you choke on your own breath. “You okay, sweetheart?” You nodded. “Good,” he replied, massaging your abused cheek. “Barnes isn’t done yet.”
Barnes whimpered, the words stuck in his throat.
“Hurry up, we don’t have all day.”
“I want to bend her over the bar, lift her skirt and fuck her from behind,” Barnes fantasized out loud, his head fell back against the sofa. “Oh, God, I’m gonna come.”
You were surprised when Rogers stopped spanking you, but you figured Barnes’ climax meant that your punishment was over. Now it was his turn…
“You did so well, sweetheart,” Rogers said, kissing your bare bottom. “I’m proud of you.”
Rogers effortlessly took you in his arms and carefully turned you over. You laid your head on the armrest. The praise went straight to your core. You were still so wet, so desperate to come, you could have cried. Rogers made sure you were comfortably laid on your back before he stood in front of Barnes.
“Now, I’m going to do all those nasty things you just said and you’re gonna watch as I take care of my girl,” Rogers said, a sly smirk curling up his lips. “When I’m done, I’ll let you clean my mess. Tell me Barnes, have you ever tasted another man’s come?”
Barnes shook his head.
“Would you like to?”
Looking up at his boss, Barnes felt so small. He nodded his head in affirmation, then remembered he had to give his verbal consent. “Yes, boss.”
“Atta boy!” Rogers smirked, already pulling down his zipper. “Let’s get started.”