Free Insurmountable (Serpentine #1) by Skye Callahan Page A

hell else might be there.
    “I’d try to get us out of it, but I need on Ross’s good side.”
    “What will I have to do?”
    “Likely, sit at my feet and look pretty.” He kissed my temple.
    “It cannot be that simple.” I knew it, and when I thought of the possibilities, I wanted to vomit.
    “Okay, then, while you’re sitting there, come up with a plan to get the other slaves off your back while you’re at it.”
    “Yes, Master,” I mumbled, sliding off his lap. I rolled my eyes as soon as he couldn’t see my face. He’d added yet another impossibility for me to worry about.
    * * *
    If only I could have imagined how right Miles had been. I followed him up to the Overlook, trying to keep my head down as we walked through the club-like atmosphere of the surrounding twelfth floor. Music pounded, colorful lights decorated the walls and floor, and crowds of men walked with drinks in hand and women at their sides or feet.
    This was a place where almost anything went. No inhibitions and very few rules.
    The Overlook stood at the center, a daunting structure of glass that, just as the name suggested, looked out over the entire club. The perfect place for a boss to spend his evening.
    Miles didn’t stop or even hesitate once as we navigated the floor and entered the glass room. He took the seat at the end of a long glass table, and I obediently knelt at his feet and kept my head down as the room filled behind me. Chairs scraped the floor, feet shuffled, and high heels clicked until the door closed and the room quieted.
    I raised my eyes, hoping no one else saw my movement except Miles. He reached down and traced my jaw with his thumb, assuring me without words that he’d keep his word.
    “Good of you to finally grace us with Alley’s presence, Miles,” Ross said.
    And it begins .
    Miles will protect you . I kept repeating to myself. I knew I could get through it. I’d done it before, but with emotions running so high the last few weeks, I found it more difficult than ever to compose myself.
    Above me, the men continued to talk, Ross, Miles, and four voices I didn’t recognize, and as the conversation drifted far away from me, my mind drifted as well. Throughout dinner, Miles slipped me little bites of food, and as they wrapped up the meal, the familiar sounds of sex rose up behind me. I looked up to Miles, waiting for his order, his cue, but he slid his chair away from the table and pulled me up into his lap. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the sounds were coming from above the table, where three other slaves, on their knees, had replaced the dinner settings and were now putting on a show of kissing, sucking, and licking each other.
    Miles kissed my neck, drawing me closer as his hot breath hit my ear. “Up for a show of our own?” His words were only for me. I bit my lip and nodded.
    He resituated me so that I straddled his legs, and I unzipped his black dress pants, freeing his thick cock. With my back to the rest of the crowd, I ran my fingers down his growing erection and squeezed the head. His hands tightened on my ass, keeping me steady while his mouth explored my neck and the tops of my breasts.
    I kept my eyes on him, my mind focused on every sensation until the rest of the club faded. It was a trick I’d perfected over the years. A way of shutting down the world so I could get the job done. But this time, I was shutting the world out of my pleasure.
    Miles pushed the material of my shorts aside and guided his engorged dick into me. When I’d taken all of him inside me, he held me there, slipping my left breast from my top and sucking at it until I arched and squirmed with need. My hips rocked as much as his tight hold on me would allow as he bit down on the tip of my nipple, sending a rush through me.
    His hands moved to my hips, and he guided me along his cock a couple of times to set the rhythm and motion. I held his shoulders to ground myself as I took over, matching his rhythm at