The Irresistible Bundle (112 page)

"Like the ones that are all over the walls heading down to the dungeons?" Carina inquired.

"Oh like the one with the red lipstick against the black and white photo of a woman licking a guy's dick" Desirae's eyes widened with excitement.

"Just like that" Nicholas confirmed. "Aren't you the one complaining that there aren't enough penetration photos?"

"You'd do that" Jaxon's body vibrated with fervor.

"Any poses you'd like" Nicholas reiterated, "But you have to complete this challenge including whatever photo op she has planned for you."

"Nothing can go public" Valentino warned. Carina had been through enough and he sure as hell couldn't afford for this game to become a PR nightmare. It wasn't like he was found in the society pages or anything but since he owned several nightclubs and attended plenty of events, people and the media knew his name. He tolerated the occasional photographer since he hosted high-end parties, VIP events, and well-known names came to his club and the estate but he never welcomingly encouraged the paparazzi or anything.

"Scouts Honor" Desirae held up her fingers in mock gesture.

"That's not at all reassuring" Valentino challenged.

"What if I retained possession" Nicholas offered.

Desirae's head snapped in his direction. The last thing she wanted was for Nicholas to delete the pictures or require a favor in order to access
her
pictures.

"You two can work out the details later" Leticia waved her bathing suit like a white flag. She knew Desirae wasn't thrilled but they were going to remain there all night if they had to negotiate every aspect of this command. "The gist of this is... We get dressed, we pose, they take pictures..."

"And whoever stays till the end gets what they want" Andrea added.

"Including Nicholas' offer and Carina's" Desirae reminded them. Whatever it took to sweeten the pot and seal the deal. "Now Desirae says get dressed and let's go!"

Carina and Leticia instantly threw off their clothes shamelessly slipping into their bikinis. The guys sat there stunned at their brazenness. Jaxon's eyes bounced between Leticia's naked form and Carina's. He had no qualms about letting everyone know how much he loved looking at their bodies. Marco was the first one to brave the suit. He took off the boxer brief that he believed belonged to Nicholas and stepped into the boy shorts. Curses erupted from his lips as he kept trying to adjust himself. No matter what he did his balls wouldn't cooperate.

"Let me help you with your top" Desirae snorted. If Marco was having this much trouble she couldn't wait to see what Jaxon would do. She didn't really think he'd make it to the end but Jaxon was as competitive as the crazy Lobos siblings.

"Thanks" Marco dryly replied. It wasn't the top that was the issue.

"Fucking hell" Nicholas roared before covering his eyes. Andrea and Sati pushed him aside trying to get a better view.

"What the fuck is this" Jaxon shrieked. Yes he shrieked because he was seconds away from getting castrated. "This is floss for your ass!"

"So next time you see a girl wearing a g-string you can understand the sacrifices she makes" Desirae replied nonplussed by him.

"Dude tuck in your sac" Marco scoffed. He knew his nuts were barely hanging in there but Jaxon was showing all his shit. And it wasn't pretty.

"You want to wear this" Jaxon challenged. He kept adjusting himself to the middle, to one side, then the other. Nothing worked. The damn bottom barely covered his limp dick.

"That is definitely not sexy hot stuff" Leticia looked away mortified for her man. "Des can't you have him wear a clubbing outfit instead?"

"I know just the right one" Andrea gleefully shrilled. She tore away from the group eager to get her hands on a tight little number.

"I need at least three poses in this before you can switch off" Desirae compromised.

"That's two too fucking much!" Jaxon retorted.

"You're supposed to strut your stuff and take a photo shoot in your suit" Desirae hotly reminded him. "You can just as easily quit and sit this one out. I'm being more than nice by letting you shake your ass in the outfit Drea picks out rather than the g-string. What'll it be?"

"Fine" Jaxon muttered. He eyed Desirae already warning her with his eyes that the three poses better be reasonable.

"Since Jaxon has to change outfits let him go first" Nicholas helpfully suggested. Jaxon shot him the bird making the others laugh.

"Don't make me laugh" Marco scrunched his face, "It makes my balls slip out of place. It's a bitch tucking my shit in just right."

"Do you want to adjust me" Carina purred. She grabbed his hands letting him cup her barely covered breasts.

"Marco" Valentino chuckled. "Don't let her distract you. You look hot as fuck in boxer briefs with a raging hard on but this isn't anywhere remotely close to it." He motioned to Marco's erection pressing against the bathing suit bottom. His tip threatened to peek out of the waistband making it look more creepy than sexy.

"Give me sexy" Desirae barked as Jaxon awkwardly stood there. Nicholas turned his back unable to contain his laughter. Leticia called out naughty promises trying to get him to comply.

"I'll give you sexy but you gotta take a picture of Marco twerking" Jaxon huffed.

"Fuck no" Marco shouted just as Desirae emphatically agreed.

Tears streamed down the others' faces as Jaxon puckered his lips while rubbing his body. Desirae kept clicking the camera capturing every gesture. He shouted "pose two" as he changed positions.

"Oh God this is great" Nicholas howled. "Better you than me."

"You're a freaking genius" Sati praised just as Jaxon got in a squatting position.

"Drop it like it's hot" Carina catcalled as he shook his ass. Desirae barely managed to take a few good pictures because the camera was shaking so hard. Jaxon dancing on a Friday night in a club was usually sexy but this... This was grotesquely hilarious. Desirae didn't let him know she'd zoomed in on his hanging nut sac for a few shots.

"Done" Jaxon ran full speed toward Andrea grabbing the scrap of material that would at least cover more of him than the g-string did.

"Marco you're up" Desirae snapped her fingers. "Let me see you twerk..."

Book Three: Irresistible Series

Senayda Pierre

PROLOGUE

~ DESIRAE ~

My birthday is in three days! Just three days! In three days I will be fourteen years old! A lot's happening for me this year. I'm entering ninth grade. The boys will finally notice me because I have an awesome rack. That's what they say. I've heard them whisper it to each other. The morons forget to close their mouths and turn away when I look at them. They're too lost in my perky tits. But I don't mind. This year I'll be damned if they tease me about my freckles. This year I won't be boyfriend-less. This is my year.

Daddy has another of his business functions tonight. I know we live in like a freaking mansion but I don't understand why he always has to throw his parties here. It makes Mother extra OCD and the staff mean as hell. But I'll suffer through tonight because in a few nights Daddy is throwing me a party! The house will be filled with my friends and anyone else who wants to enviously join. I might throw them out. Or I might let them stay so they can tell all their friends how effin' awesome my party was. Decisions... Decisions...

But first I have to get through tonight. Daddy's functions are so stuffy and rarely have kids my age in them. I actually prefer to be the only non-adult in the place. Usually when someone comes with their parents they're absolute shitheads about everything. They act all stuck up like this is their place and they're too good to even look my way. Humph. Don't even care if one of
them
attends tonight. Can't ruin my mojo. I'm in my happy place. I have three days!

Janet enters my room from the servant's entrance. I scowl at her in disapproval. She knows that's my pet peeve. They all still have to knock like they would if they were entering Mother and Daddy's room. Janet curls her lip at me. She doesn't think much of me. I've never really done anything to sway her one way or another but it does bother me some. Why do the servants of this place act so hostile towards me? If I was a spoiled brat I'd totally understand but I'm not. No really I'm not. I try to do and get things without their assistance. I am pretty self-sufficient considering my parents globe trot without me for long periods of time. I'm alone so often that I don't even expect anything from anyone during Christmas.

"Your Father has provided you this dress to wear for the evening Miss Desirae. I trust you can get yourself ready before the main course." Janet briskly announces. She places a white dress on my bed. She stalks out of the room as if it had been me who'd inconveniently summoned her. Seriously, what is it with these people? And since when does Daddy dictate what I wear to his parties? I have a specific section in my massive closet dedicated to clothes that are approved by Mother.

My eyes travel over the dress. It really surprises me to see something so simple yet sassy resting before me. The white dress and cute bow in the front scream innocence but the strapless top and short length whisper young woman. I'm not sure which role Daddy wants me to present more tonight. I need to balance both sides carefully until Daddy communicates his needs and wants. I've seen him and Mother dance that dance. He'd whisper his expectations and she'd follow them to a tee. I haven't always liked what he's instructed her to do but Mother always obliges and never complains which means I have to do the same.

The white satin material softly kisses my skin as it caresses my body. The sweetheart neckline makes my boobs pop out. I try pushing them back in but the dress is too tight at the waist. The large bow in the front only calls out more attention to my girls spilling out. I would've never picked something like this for myself. I know my limitations with my freckled skin and busty chest. I try not to cringe. I really do... but the dress barely covers my ass. Forget innocent. This is borderline trashy-cute. My foot taps nervously as I stare at the girl in the mirror. Am I really going to wear something like this?

I grab the house phone not caring if they whisper about me. The phone makes several clicking sounds before someone answers.

"Yes" Janet barks into the phone. Does she know it's me calling? What if she'd answered the phone to Daddy or Mother like that? She wouldn't be working here for long if that was the case!

"Did Daddy offer any alternatives? This dress is a bit short on me." I hate the way my voice quivers a bit at the end but the truth is that I feel immensely self-conscious in this dress. There will be grown men and women out there mingling with Daddy and Mother.

"Your Father is already on his way up to see you" Janet haughtily replies. "I suggest you finalize whatever else you have left to do." She doesn't wait for me to say anything else. She just hangs up on me.

My shoulders droop. Can I even sit in this dress without revealing too much thigh or cleavage? Mother is going to throw a fit! I scurry into the bathroom tying my hair up into an elegant knot in the back with loose tendrils falling onto my shoulders. Mother says men always love a woman with a few loose strands. It shows her quiet wild streak while screaming self-control.

Makeup takes a little longer to do. I begrudgingly apply concealer because Mother balks at my attempt with sheer foundation. The sheer foundation blends with my skin but still shows some of my freckles while the concealer makes me look like I have an entirely new face. I like my freckles but apparently no one in high society does.

"There you are" Daddy strides into my room without knocking. I smile politely at him glad that I'd put on the dress first and did my hair and makeup afterwards. This order only spells disaster but Daddy's walked in on me in only bra and panties on one too many occasions. Now that I'm turning fourteen I promised myself since I can't lock the door that I would dress first no matter what. Daddy's carelessly flung comments about me working out more because I'm becoming too curvy and soft in unattractive parts not only hurts but I burned with humiliation for days afterwards. Why was he looking at me like that anyways?

"You appear presentable" he states in his businesslike tone. I inhale slowly, deeply; knowing tonight is all business and no fun. I won't be able to get away early and go to sleep. Daddy will show me off like he does Mother and all his other worldly possessions.

"Thank you" I reply knowing he expects one. "Where would you like me this evening?"

"I want you to meet some people tonight. I expect you to be on your best behavior and assist me with finalizing the contract. This is the one I've been working on for over a year. Your Mother's tried to win him over but she's been unsuccessful in her endeavor. I expect you to shine like a diamond tonight."

"Of course Daddy" I smile. It hurts like hell to keep up the fake expression plastered on my face but my night is only just beginning.

Daddy holds his arm out expecting me to loop mine into it like a perfect young lady would. I pull my shoulders back, straighten my spine, and hold my head high knowing that the moment we step down those stairs all eyes will be on us. Daddy expects perfection from me in all areas of my life; from academics, extracurricular activities, community service, and right down to the prized only child.

We've barely descended halfway down the stairs when my body tenses sensing danger. I've learned to trust my instincts. My heart hammers violently against my ribcage, my fingers close into a fist against my thigh but no one will see or notice these things.

My gaze remains forward, my breathing even and under control. This indifference is what I've been taught all my life. I look around until I find the source of my unease; an older man with salt and pepper hair, facial hair, and great taste in designer suits. If my eyes aren't deceiving me he's wearing a Canali wool twill suit that puts almost every other gentleman's attire to shame.

"Mr. Pearce" Daddy greets the intimidating man. People give this man a wide berth. His gaze alone can cause heart failure. "I'd like you to meet my daughter Desirae."

Although this isn't the right moment, it's really good to hear the slight tremble in Daddy's voice. This man makes him nervous. Daddy mentioned he'd been trying to woo him for a while now but how much is at stake? Is Daddy at risk of losing something or does this man have that much to offer?

"Exquisite" Mr. Pearce replies. His eyes peruse every inch of my body. I stare at the floor unable to meet his gaze. This man sees too much. He paralyzes with just a look from his black eyes. I kid you not. The man's eyes are all black, no iris color; all pupils.

"Does she meet your approval sir?" Daddy asks him. He shifts side-to-side while Mr. Pearce slowly walks around us. Why does Daddy care if I meet the man's approval?

"And you're absolutely certain she's untouched?" His deadly voice makes my blood turn cold. I look at Daddy panicked at what they're discussing. We've barely made it to the bottom of the stairs before this man pounced. Mother has everyone corralled in the main area but she's watching for us from a distance. The one time I need her to make eye contact with me and she's busy playing hostess to the other guests.

"The paperwork I provided you is legitimate. Hymen intact. Pure." Daddy replies.

Bile shoots up my throat like an out of control roller coaster. I take small even breaths trying to appear unaffected. I can't vomit in front of this man. I can't pass out either! Hymen. I should know that word. Something niggles at the back of my mind but I can't quite place it. This conversation is important.

"If everything is as you say" Mr. Pearce steps closer. "Then the executed contract will be delivered to you first thing tomorrow morning and your application to Champion's will be approved."

"Thank you" Daddy breathes with relief. He pushes me toward Mr. Pearce. "Do everything he says. I expect utter perfection."

"If she's worthwhile I will make her a repeat and reward you with each satisfactory union." Mr. Pearce adds. "Of course that isn't in our original agreement and I'll decide what the form of payment will be each time afterwards... but I'm usually a good judge of the finer things." He eyes my body from head to toe once again but doesn't complete his sentence.

I see dots dance in front of my face before a painful pinch to my inner arm snaps me out of my fainting spell. "You will not pass out." Daddy hisses in my ear.

Mr. Pearce escorts me to one of the guest rooms on the second level of a place I used to consider safe. Mother watches him take me away. I'm terrified and in shock while Mother appears angry and ousted.

"Don't mind her" Mr. Pearce motions towards Mother "She's upset more with herself than with you. She doesn't have the stamina and drive like I know you will. She envies your youth and beauty. We're going to have so much fun together."

Each word flays me. Mother and Father know exactly what's going to happen but they failed to let me in on the plan. Something bad is about to happen, with their consent. I numbly enter the room. I shouldn't be in here alone with him but my parents have allowed it. My mind screams at my body to shut off. Be a good girl; be Daddy's perfect girl. My body tenses as he unzips my dress. What does an older man like him want with a 13 year-old girl like me?

My fear doesn't affect him like I'd hoped. Instead it acts like an aphrodisiac to him. Even before my dress hits the floor he's managed to remove his suit jacket, dress shirt, and shoes. We say nothing as he flings my strapless bra off. My heavy breasts bounce without the support causing his eyes to flare with uncontrolled lust. He rips off his belt, pants, and briefs. He rips away my beautiful lace panties never noticing their intricate design.

Mr. Pearce was not gentle. He didn't kiss me. His idea of touching was twisting my breasts until I whimpered in pain or pulling my hair until I cried a river of tears. And when he entered me... it was raw, violent, and forceful. If tearing someone's hymen was a rite of passage then Mr. Pearce was a fucking God. He ripped through my hymen, obliterated my virginity and innocence, and shredded any dreams of love and pleasure I had during my short thirteen years.

Daddy got the contract, his exclusive membership to Champion's, and more because that wasn't the first or last time Mr. Pearce came for me. And it wasn't the last time Daddy used me as an incentive or pawn to gain access to contracts and the luxurious world he believed he merited. Mr. Pearce may have been the first but he wasn't the only one either. Daddy had many friends and lots to gain.

But it was the last time I considered him Daddy. A Daddy wouldn't do that to his beloved daughter. I expect nothing better from the frigid woman I call Mother. She tolerates my presence but doesn't love me. I know that now. I understood the score even then. It doesn't mean I liked it. I hated hearing about all the wonderful mothers in this world and regardless of how many material possessions I had... I didn't have the one thing most people took for granted. I didn't have a woman who loved me unconditionally. I didn't have someone who considered me as their child with no strings attached. I didn't have anyone in this world.

I hadn't only lost my innocence that day. I'd lost my Daddy too. He was forever known as Father after that night. He'd also lost all the love, trust, and admiration I'd bestowed upon him all my innocent life. Daddy, no Father, had used me. He'd sold, bartered, and ultimately broken me. He created the monster I am today.