Page 9 of His Turn

I realize I’m still holding the door open, so I close it and walk over to get my drink. My bare feet thud heavily across the floor. Nadia turns her body to watch me pass, and that pisses me off too. “Why did you bring her here?” I ask, taking my glass and sipping the drink. “Take her up to the apartment and I’ll be up later.”

“No,” Jordan says. Cool as can be. I have to admit, he’s a better player than I first thought. I thought I’d have to teach him to stand his ground and be more assertive. But he’s got no problem with aggression. We’re equals in this game and he knows it.

I like it, but hate it at the same time. I’m not used to playing with Jordan, even though we’ve been doing this for a while now. I’m used to Smith and Quin. I know them. And we always complemented each other’s personalities. They both had their assertive moments, but it was understood that I pretty much run the show. I’m the game master, if you will. The arbitrator. The one in control.

Jordan isn’t about to bow to my demands. Just one more thing to tick me off.

“I don’t feel like playing tonight, Jordan,” I say. It comes out as a sigh. “Maybe tomorrow.”

“Tonight,” Jordan says, walking over to Nadia. “Get on your knees, Nadia,” he says, just before kissing her mouth.

She closes her eyes and enjoys the kiss. But the moment Jordan pulls back, she’s dropping to her knees. Her head is turned up, eyes on his. Glued to him. Her hands go behind her back as Jordan walks around her and stands in front of me.

“You need a game, brother,” he says, then takes a sip of my good brandy. “And this is the perfect player for us. She’s willing, Bric. She’s got some fight in her, I’ve seen it. So whatever happened last night…”—he growls those words out as he reaches for Nadia’s hair and gives it a tug hard enough to make her head jerk—“won’t happen again. Will it, Nadia?”

He looks down at her as she looks up. “No, sir,” she says, just loud enough. With just the right amount of submission, but not too much. Because, as we both know, she’s not really submissive. He pulls her hair towards me, making her pivot in place, until I can see her face.

“He’s your master now too, Nadia. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she replies, eyes darting away from his and landing on mine.

“You will obey both of us. Unconditionally. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” Jordan says. He looks at me as he takes off his suit coat. I watch him as he drapes it over a nearby chair. Then he untucks his shirt from his pants and begins to unbutton it. A moment later, it lands on top of the coat. He smiles at me.

But his smile reminds me of Quin when things finally fell into place with Rochelle, and I look away. Down at Nadia. I have her full attention and I don’t like it. “Close your eyes,” I say.

She obeys. Chin still lifted.

“And lower your fucking head, whore.”

She lowers her head.

I look at Jordan to see if he’ll say anything about this, but he doesn’t. He’s too busy unbuckling his belt. A second later he’s got his cock out. Fists it, then pumps it. It’s hard and thick in his hand.

“She’s going to suck your dick,” Jordan says to me.

“Is she?” I laugh.

He nods. “And I’m gonna help her.”

I raise my eyebrows at that, then shake my head so Nadia won’t know I’m rejecting the offer.

Jordan smiles and nods back a, Yes, I am. “Watch me,” he says, walking over to Nadia. He grabs her hair and says, “Keep your eyes closed, Nadia. And crawl forward a little.”

She crawls. Jordan guides her by the hair and then yanks on it to signal stop. She’s right in front of me. Jordan reaches down, takes one of her hands from behind her back, and places it over my cock. When his eyes meet mine again, he has a look on his face that says, See.

“Take out Bric’s cock, Nadia.”

She uses the one hand—and only the one hand—to pull my pajama pants down and take me out. I’m half hard already just from the little show Jordan is putting on. But it only takes a few pumps of her warm palm to get me all the way there.

“That’s nice,” Jordan says. “Now put it behind your back again.”

She obeys just as Jordan scoots closer, so he’s standing directly behind her. His cock is hard too, and he presses it to the back of her head as he places his palms against her temples.

He pushes her face towards me and says, “Open your mouth, Nadia. Wider.” He chuckles. “Bric is bigger than that.”