Reed's Sex Academy 2: Hush Hush

REYNA

Calvin didn’t go back into his office for his second meeting. Instead, we went outside, and he took a cigarette out of a matte engraved case. I glanced over at it to pick up the text but couldn’t make out the words.

“It was a gift,” he said, sensing my curiosity as he put the cigarette between his lips and fumbled for a lighter.

“From a lady with impeccable taste,” I teased.

His lips curved into a smile, the other end of his cigarette finally catching fire. He blew out the smoke above his head and handed me the case. It smelled like jasmine, musk, and nicotine.

“She is indeed. My brother’s fiancée.”

“Oh?” I raised my brows in surprise.

I could feel his gaze analyzing me and the case that was still in my hands. The text engraved on it was in French. I pondered the best way to ask about its meaning without intruding too much. Not yet.

“She’s family,” he finally said, retrieving the object and tucking it back into his chest pocket.

Right.

I made a mental note to look up his brother’s fiancée when I got home. Maybe that would lead somewhere for Arthur’s benefit. And mine.

The next thing Calvin did was to take his phone out of his pocket and make a call. Thankfully, he did put the man on the other line on speaker, so I could hear too.

“Levi,” Calvin said, and I understood immediately that he was talking to his brother, the other man in the picture Arthur showed me. “You’re not going to believe this. I’ve got myself a brand-new pet this week!”

I jolted upright and almost slapped him.

Prick.

“Please tell me you didn’t call to tell me that,” Levi sneered, the sound of pages being turned on his end of the line indicating he was in the middle of something. Or preparing for something.

“Partly,” Calvin smirked, then looked at me. “Reyna darling, say hello to my brother.”

He raised his eyebrows in anticipation, and I played my role, stuttering my hello.

“Dumbass.” Levi loosed a sigh. “I’m so sorry for my brother’s behavior, Reyna. He’s a bit of a…”

“Wild spirit?” I said, and Calvin grinned, showing his white teeth.

“Couldn’t have said it better,” Levi concluded. “Now, can you please leave the poor girl alone and tell me why you really called?”

“He’s no fun,” Calvin said my way, blowing out his smoke once again. “The reason I called was to confirm the amount going out this month. It’s going to be nine hundred thousand dollars on my end.”

Toward what? I wanted to ask, but waited to see if they might reveal it. Silence filled the air as Calvin exhausted the cigarette between his lips.

“Two million dollars on mine,” Levi’s voice responded.

What the hell are they paying so much money for? was the only question on my mind.

Calvin only nodded, as if Levi were here to see it.

“I’ll see to it then. Wire it directly when you get a chance.”

And with that, the phone call ended, leaving me more confused than at the start of this conversation.

“Are your expenses that high for the Academy?” I asked.

“You could say that.” He smiled, the shadows flickering in his eyes telling me there was more.

I didn’t dare ask more questions about it now, simply because Arthur was likely to know if this was a lead worth chasing. As of lately, he’d started his own “business,” selling prostitutes to the highest bidders. Different from the Academy, but still under the same umbrella.

If anyone knew about the costs of running such a place, it’d be him. And if those costs didn’t match the numbers I’d just heard, that would be my cue to start digging for answers.

“Well, that explains the look of this place.” I pointed back to the manor, trying to play dumb.

“You can add that to your report,” was the last thing he said.

***

Before Calvin could drag me inside someone else’s dorm again, I made an excuse that I needed to go to the restroom and texted Arthur instead.

Within a few minutes, a new message came back.

A few moments passed, and then he replied.

And I knew I’d found it. The ticket to my freedom and the end of my family’s torment.

Hope sprung in my veins, and a sigh of relief escaped my throat. One last message popped up before I turned to exit the bathroom.

Right. With the USB he’d given me months ago, I could hack into anyone’s laptop, no matter the security they used. It was pretty incredible. I never left the house without it.

But I had to hurry. With Calvin being upstairs doing his rounds, that meant I had free rein over his office for probably no more than five to ten minutes.

Sneaking in now would be the perfect time.

I stormed out of the bathroom, then casually walked to the door of his office. I gave it a knock, just in case someone was in there.

But the room was empty. Just me and his laptop—not on his desk but forgotten on the couch on the other side of the room.

I closed the door behind me and took deep, steady breaths as I approached it. I’d done this millions of times before. And I’d never, ever gotten caught.

With shaky hands, I pulled the USB stick out of my pocket and inserted it into the laptop.

The screen turned blue, and lines of code started filling it at a rapid pace.

Faster, I urged it. ~Come on, come on.~

Once I was in, I started opening folders frantically, in search of anything that had to do with finances.

Pairings.

Events.

Sponsors.

Staff.

Nothing about finances. Still, the folder with sponsors seemed like the only one that could be tied up to finances. So I double-clicked.

A smirk found its way to my lips when I saw another folder inside, among the other crap I didn’t need.

Accounting.

“Got you,” I said out loud.

I only realized how loud the steps coming toward this office got when I finished copying the contents of the folder onto the USB. I then jolted upright, put the laptop back where it was, and…

“Found what you were looking for?” Calvin asked, closing the door behind him. He was still smiling with that usual snarky smile of his, and all his attention was on me.

“No,” I lied, my heart beating in my chest so loud I could’ve sworn he was hearing it too.

“No? Interesting.”

“Y-you weren’t here,” I lied again, and hated myself for doing what I was about to do. “I came looking for you.”

“And why was Reyna darling looking for me here, all by herself?”

“You know why,” I whispered.

A low laugh escaped his lips as he inched closer, and I walked backward, until he caged me against his desk with his entire body. He was warm, and hard everywhere, the wall of muscle underneath his suit staring back at me.

We’d never been this close to each other. I had to tilt my head backward to look at him from how much taller than me he was.

Shaky breaths crawled out of my throat as my thighs slowly parted.

This wasn’t part of the plan. It wasn’t, yet it was the only thing I could think of to get myself out of the situation.

“Interesting,” he said, looking down at me. His big hand wrapped around my chin, holding it in place as he asked, “Is this what you want?”

Yes. No. I didn’t know.

My pussy throbbed under my pencil skirt, but my brain kept begging me not to do this. I didn’t listen.

I nodded slowly and guided his other hand to my thigh carefully, making sure he was up for the task.

His gaze lowered as he watched me guide him. And then, without any warning, he let go of my chin and slid both of his hands under my skirt, on the crease right next to my pussy.

My hand fumbled for his erection, but I gasped in surprise when he lifted me up and set me down on top of his desk, dragging my panties down to my knees.

I wasn’t ready when his finger touched my warm clit. I gasped again, but my legs spread wider, allowing him to move down toward the opening of my cunt.

“Is this what you came here for, pet? Hmm?”

I nodded, my breath scattered in front of me.

“Say it.”

I choked on the words. All I could focus on was the warmth of his finger pulsing at the entrance of my wet pussy.

“Calvin…”

“Say it.”

My hips pushed themselves forward on their own accord, taking his finger deeper inside as I breathed, “I-I came here…so you’d fuck me.”

A lie, but not truly a lie. The way I was begging him in my head to press his lips to mine proved that.

Pulling his finger out of my pussy, Calvin laid me down on the table, and I let him. He then used his hands to pull up my dress to my waist, revealing my naked pussy to him.

Embarrassed, I turned my face to the side, avoiding his gaze.

“No, no, no, Reyna darling,” he purred, wrapping his fingers around my cheeks. “Eyes on me when I fuck this pretty cunt.”

“Please…”

“Begging me already?” He smiled. “Such a good girl for me.”

He tapped my clit with gentle, evenly timed pressure, my legs shaking from the pleasure building up deep in my core.

He spent the next few minutes drawing circles around it, spreading my wetness around and filling the room with the sound of my heavy breathing. As if playing with my pussy was his new favorite habit.

This was embarrassing, demeaning, depraved, arousing, dirty, hot, and everything in between. I’d never been in this situation before. Not like this…

“Oh my God,” I said through repressed moans.

I couldn’t close my eyes if I wanted to. Because when I did, his hand stopped teasing me, and my pussy couldn’t accept that. So I kept them open, looking at him while he was buried knuckle-deep inside me.

I couldn’t control the whimpers crawling out of my throat. My body hiked up and down on that cold, sturdy table as he fingered me, and all I could think of was wanting to come.

Was he even going to fuck me at all? He had to. Because if he didn’t, that meant I owed him. It meant we’d probably do this again. And we couldn’t. I could never, ever do this again with Calvin, not unless I wanted Arthur to put a bullet in my head.

“Calvin, please,” I said, cringing internally at how desperate I probably sounded. “I want you.”

My pussy pulsed under his touch, and my legs quivered, my orgasm building up faster than I could control it.

And God-fucking-dammit, I had to control it, at least until he got naked too.

“Contrary to what you may have heard about me, pet, I don’t participate in the activities here at the Academy. You came to me wanting to fuck you. And I am. You’ll take what I’m giving you and come for me on my desk like a good girl.”

His hand traveled from my cheeks to my neck, wrapping around it and taking my breath away as he held me down and pumped two fingers into my warm pussy.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t get enough of this, despite how utterly embarrassed I was.

I placed both my hands on top of his, straightened my legs, and surrendered to whatever he was willing to give me. I was going to hate myself for it later, but not right now.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, as if this, the whole thing, was for him, for his pleasure, not for mine.

He let go of my neck and lifted my shirt while I inhaled huge heaps of air. Squeezing each nipple between his fingers, my back arched with a soft moan before he slapped my breasts, hard enough to make me whimper and arouse my pussy even more.

Moans kept coming out of my throat with no way to stop them.

His fingers slowed down, teasing me once more, as if he could tell I could no longer hold back from coming all over his hand.

As if on cue, I shuddered right there on the desk, with my bare pussy in full view, as waves of pleasure washed over me one by one.

Involuntarily, I gripped the hand that was still on my pussy and pressed it down, trying to squeeze every bit of pleasure out of the feel of it.

Fuck.

What have I done?