Chapter 4

Nick

My cock is almost hard enough to break the glass I’m leaning against. Just watching how Penny responds to Eric’s treatment draws my balls up until they’re impossibly tight. Though I know we all discussed having a HuCow wing, I never expected it to be put into practice. Peter rocks back and forth on his heels as he stares at his prize, his cock tenting his pants. I shouldn’t feel anything for this female. I don’t even fucking know her, yet part of me wants her, craves her.

Peter and I are not alike. I don’t give two shits about her virginity. What I want is her body, her soul, and for some unfathomable reason, to father her child. I never get possessive about the girls in our club. Many of them are unattainable treats we dangle in front of our discerning clientele; however, the ones fit for those without bottomless pockets seem dull in comparison. It’s probably because those are the ones that are already used up.

Not Penny though. She’s still fresh, vibrant. Not cold and jaded like the other women. I want so desperately to have her before she gets to that point. Sure, I could have put my own bid in - God knows I make enough money to keep me content - but I know I could never outbid Peter. At one million, five hundred thousand dollars, I’d have to mortgage my home and sell what’s left of my soul to The Keep.

“I won a good one, didn’t I?” Peter slides his hand down to the front of his pants and rubs it against the taut fabric. “You guys know exactly what I like and always deliver. What do you think about my virgin?”

He glances about to make sure no one’s watching before snaking out his hand to cup my balls. Groaning, I lean into his touch, grateful for the release of pressure.

“She’s certainly beautiful, that’s for sure.” I look down at her wavy auburn hair as it spills about her shoulders. It’s not quite long enough to cover her breasts, but it could just be how they have her restrained. My cock twitches as I close my eyes and picture her kneeling before me, knees splayed with her cunt glistening with arousal and those delicious-looking nipples of hers poking out behind her curtain of hair.

“You want her.”

Snorting, I look back over at Peter. “Of course I want her. Only an idiot would turn that down.”

Smirking, he raises his hand a bit, brushing against my shaft. My cock jerks at his touch, and I resist leaning in to kiss him. Right now, I’m in a position of authority, and I don’t want anyone thinking my role had any hand in him winning. He stands there for a moment, once more rocking back and forth on his heels. “I only want her virginity. I don’t give two shits about fathering a child. What about you?”

I turn to look back down at Penny, nearly groaning as Eric loosens the straps and helps her off the table. Her legs wobble as she stands there, but Eric doesn’t keep her upright for long. Soon, he forces her to the floor and binds her hands and feet together in a simple hogtie.

“I didn’t think I wanted children, but God, what I would give to have my cum dripping out of her cunt until she’s fat with my child.”

Peter’s lips curl up into a grin. “And the whole lactation thing?”

“I haven’t tried it. Have you?”

He nods and slides his tongue over his lips. “It’s sweet. Much sweeter than you’d think. Tell you what. I have a proposition. I’ll take her virginity, as is my right, but you can breed her to your heart’s content. In exchange, I want unlimited access to her milk, but I want it straight from the source. Can you deal with that?”

“I’ll have to run it by Marcus -.”

Peter cuts me off. “No need. I’ll talk to him. Hell, with what he makes off of me, he will be accommodating. Besides, you’re a good kid. It’s about time you got rewarded for your hard work.”

His words are laced with double entendres. He’s made no secret of how much he wants me, wants to dominate me. The reward wouldn’t just be Penny, it would be him as well. Hell, I could even see all three of us turning into a small, content family.

Internally, though, I bristle at his words. Just because I’m not a silver fox like he is doesn’t make me a kid. I’m thirty-fucking-five. Well past even young adulthood. Still, he has a point. Peter is almost as revered as Marcus himself. Honestly, I wouldn’t even be surprised if they owned The Keep together and Peter was just a silent partner.

There’s also the matter of Peter himself. The thought of us three sharing her, using her. I nearly groan at the thought. It’s been months since I’ve had his cock up my ass while I fucked one of our girls. If he’s offering a similar arrangement, I’d be stupid to turn it down.

Still, just in case, I’ll keep it in my pants until Marcus gives me the go ahead. Since I’m in charge of preparing her for later tonight, it will be agonizing to keep my hands off of her; however, if Peter decides in the moment to add a second person to the mix while he’s fucking her, then I am under obligation to accommodate him.

Thankfully, Eric is in charge of roping her initially, giving me time and space to breathe before her creamy cunt is spread before me. Maybe I’ll be able to get myself under some semblance of control. Peter and I both stare as her limbs stretch backwards, and we groan simultaneously. Tonight is going to be torture.