All Chapters of Playing with the Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“You here alone?”“What if I am?”“Wanna head over to that corner? It's empty,” the young man replied, leaning close to my ear.I leaned back, eyeing him. I did a quick assessment: $100,000 watch, $5,000 haircut, $300,000 suit.“Sure,” I commented with a smile. Loudly. The club was packed tonight, and the music was blaring.I moved in front of him, directly to the spot he had indicated with a nod. I turned to face him as he approached. He was tall. My height, maybe taller.He was slouching and glancing around. I knew the look.He stepped up to me, then moved to face the wall. I stopped him.“Ummm, I usually do that,” I stated casually, keeping my tone friendly. The kid looked like he needed a friend, and I needed a little fun myself; I didn’t want to scare him away.“Ah. Oh…can you…switch tonight?” he asked, his eyes trembling slightly. Even in the dimness of the room, with the flashing neon strobe lights, his eyes were bright.He was younger than me, but of age.I was safe.“Nah,” I

My phone buzzed and I almost ripped my pocket pulling it out.I stared at it. Marcus Sullivan, my keeper, my prisoner. The man my mind recalled in the face of that bastard.It was the first Monday of the quarter. I knew the drill.We've been doing it for seven years. I didn't need reminders, but he sent them anyway.I wanted to go to him immediately. That's how irritated I was. I wanted him to do what he did so well – fuck me blind, deaf, and dumb.The man was a beast, both in bed and out of it. Mafia kingpin, five years running. I'd been waiting for someone to take him out, free me from his hold, but right now, I wanted him inside me.My phone squeaked in my hand, and I loosened my grip, exhaling long and low through my nostrils as I leaned on my car with one hand.It's not like I couldn't walk away from the client and his sons, but I needed to get out of the hole I had dug for myself thirteen years ago.Thirteen!I had kept track, kept score, thirteen fucking years of clawing back t

My secretary was deep throating me and clamping so hard, I knew she wanted me to finish quickly. It was almost noon, I had a meeting in five minutes, and… she was a really good secretary.I shuddered. She swallowed. My head was tilted back as I swallowed air into my lungs; not because I was ecstatic, but because a different face and mouth were in my mind’s eye, and I didn't want to sully it.I exhaled, pulling my pants up and standing straight, as I pushed off the edge of my desk. My secretary got off her knees, wiping her lips, picking up the folder she had come in with for my signature.She glanced back, sultry, as she headed to the door. I winked at her. She smiled and swayed her slender hips out, leaving my door open.I went to my private bathroom to clean up. I pulled out my still hard cock and stared at it. I glanced up at my reflection in the mirror over the gold-trimmed sink surrounded by various grooming and cleaning products, and a few other special items, but those were in