OurLittleSecret
The water was warm. Almost too warm.
Rider sat on the submerged bench of the jacuzzi, watching steam rise in lazy spirals toward the vaulted ceiling of Caldwell's private spa room. The mansion smelled like chlorine and expensive cigars, the kind that cost more per stick than most people made in a week.
Caldwell sat across from him, his thick fingers kneading the bare thigh of a young woman in a white bikini. She couldn't have been older than twenty-two. Her eyes were vacant, her smile practiced. She leaned into his touch like it was choreographed.
"Pick one," Caldwell said, gesturing toward the wall.
Rider followed his gaze.
Five women stood in a line against the marble wall, each wearing a different colored bikini. They were all young. All beautiful in that manufactured, interchangeable way that came from expensive cosmetic work and personal trainers.
Rider's eyes moved across them with the same detachment he'd use to select a bottle of wine.
He pointed to the one in the red bikini. Dark hair. Tan skin. Full lips.
"Her."
Caldwell snapped his fingers. "The rest of you, out."
The dismissed women filed out silently, their bare feet padding against the wet tile. The door closed behind them with a soft click.
The woman in red approached the jacuzzi, her hips swaying slightly. She stepped into the water without a word, settling beside Rider. Her hand immediately went to his thigh beneath the surface.
Rider didn't acknowledge her. Not yet.
"Where's Leena?" Caldwell asked, his hand sliding higher on his own companion's leg. "I was hoping to see her tonight."
"She's at home," Rider said. "Preparing dinner for some guests."
Caldwell's expression soured. "Shame. I was hoping for a taste."
Rider's jaw tightened slightly, but his voice remained even. "Maybe next time."
"I'll hold you to that." Caldwell leaned back, his arm draping possessively around the woman beside him. His hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her bikini top. She didn't react. "But that's not why I invited you here."
"I figured."
"Crestfall Health." Caldwell's eyes sharpened. "How's it looking?"
Rider had been expecting this. The takeover of Crestfall Health had been in the works for months—a mid-sized hospital chain with locations across three states. It wasn't the biggest acquisition in the healthcare sector, but it was significant enough to put Rider's private equity firm on the map with the real players.
And Caldwell was his biggest supporter. His largest investor. The man who'd opened doors that would have otherwise remained locked.
"It's on track," Rider said. "We've secured commitments from most of the key investors. The partners at Crestfall are receptive. As long as no unexpected factors come into play, we should have the deal closed within the quarter."
"No unexpected factors," Caldwell repeated. His hand moved to the woman's hip, pulling her closer. "That's a lot of variables, Rider."
"I'm aware."
"Because if this falls through—"
"It won't."
Caldwell studied him for a long moment. Then he smiled. "Good. Because I've put a lot of money behind you. And I don't like losing money."
"You won't."
The woman beside Rider shifted, her hand moving higher on his thigh. Her fingers brushed against the waistband of his swim trunks.
Rider glanced down at her. She was looking at him with that same practiced expression—eager, submissive, waiting for permission.
He didn't give it. Not yet.
"The board meeting is next week," Rider continued. "I'll present the final proposal. If everything goes as planned, we'll have their signatures by the end of the month."
"And the financing?"
"Secured. The credit lines are in place. We're ready to move as soon as they sign."
Caldwell nodded slowly. His hand slid beneath the water, and the woman beside him let out a soft gasp. Her eyes fluttered closed.
"You've done good work, Rider," Caldwell said. His voice was calm, conversational, as if he wasn't currently fingering the woman beside him. "This deal is going to change everything for you. You know that, right?"
"I do."
"You'll have access to circles you've only dreamed about. Real power. Real influence." Caldwell's smile widened. "And all the perks that come with it."
The woman beside Rider leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Can I touch you?" she whispered.
Rider didn't answer. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking softly in the humid air.
The woman's eyes lit up. She slid off the bench and positioned herself between his legs, her hands moving to his waistband.
"An eager little slut," Rider murmured.
She pulled down his trunks just enough to free him. He was already half-hard, and her hand wrapped around him with practiced efficiency.
Caldwell watched with mild interest, his own hand still moving beneath the water. "You're going to need to expand your team," he said. "Once Crestfall closes, you'll have too much on your plate to manage alone."
"I'm already working on it," Rider said. His voice was steady, even as the woman's mouth closed around him. "I've identified a few key hires. People with experience in hospital administration and healthcare finance."
"Good. You'll need them." Caldwell's breathing grew heavier. The woman beside him was moaning softly now, her hips rocking against his hand. "And what about your personal life? How's Leena handling all of this?"
Rider's hand moved to the back of the woman's head, guiding her deeper. She gagged slightly but didn't pull away.
"She's fine," Rider said. "She understands what's at stake."
"Does she?" Caldwell's smile was knowing. "Because women like that—they need attention, Rider. They need to feel valued. If you're not careful, someone else will give her what you're not."
Rider's grip tightened in the woman's hair. "Leena knows her place."
"I'm sure she does." Caldwell leaned back, his eyes half-closed. "But just remember—loyalty is a two-way street. You take care of her, she takes care of you."
The woman between Rider's legs was working faster now, her head bobbing rhythmically. Soft, wet sounds filled the space between their conversation.
"I appreciate the advice," Rider said. His voice was tight now, his control slipping slightly.
"Just looking out for you." Caldwell's hand moved faster beneath the water. The woman beside him was gasping, her fingers digging into his shoulder. "You're going to go far, Rider. I want to make sure you don't fuck it up."
Rider didn't respond. His hand pushed the woman's head down harder, holding her in place as his hips thrust upward. She choked, her hands bracing against his thighs, but she didn't resist.
"That's it," Rider muttered. "Take it."
Caldwell watched with detached amusement. "You always were a quick study."
The woman's throat convulsed around him, and Rider felt the pressure building. He pulled her head back just enough to let her breathe, then thrust forward again.
"Fuck," he breathed.
The woman's eyes were watering, mascara running down her cheeks. But she kept going, her mouth working him with mechanical precision.
Caldwell's own breathing had become ragged. The woman beside him was moaning louder now, her body trembling.
"Come for me," Caldwell growled. "Now."
She obeyed, her body shuddering as she cried out. Caldwell followed moments later, his grip on her hip bruising.
Rider was close. He could feel it building, the tension coiling in his spine.
He pulled the woman's head back, his hand fisting in her hair. She opened her mouth obediently, her tongue extended.
Rider came with a low grunt, his release painting her face in thick ropes. She didn't flinch, didn't close her eyes. Just knelt there, waiting.
"Fuck. You got a good one here, Caldwell," Rider said, his voice hoarse.
He released her hair, and she sat back on her heels, her face a mess.
Caldwell was already reaching for a towel, wiping his hands with casual indifference. "Clean yourself up," he told his companion. She nodded and slipped out of the jacuzzi, disappearing through a side door.
Rider's woman followed without being told.
The two men sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the gentle bubbling of the jets.
"Don't fuck it up.," Caldwell said finally
"I won't."
Caldwell smiled. "I know you won't. That's why I invested in you."
Rider stood, water streaming off his body. He grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist.
"Thanks for the hospitality," he said.
"Anytime." Caldwell leaned back, his arms spread across the edge of the jacuzzi. "And Rider? Bring Leena next time. I meant what I said."
Rider's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "I'll see what I can do."
He left without another word.
***
The suite smelled like garlic and rosemary.
Rider stepped through the door, loosening his tie as he took in the scene. Leena was in the kitchen, her hair pulled back in a loose bun, an apron tied around her waist. She was stirring something on the stove, her movements precise and practiced.
"You're back," she said without looking up.
"I am."
"How was Caldwell?"
"Fine. The usual."
Leena glanced at him, her expression unreadable. "Did he ask about me?"
"He did."
"And?"
"I told him you were busy." Rider crossed to the bar and poured himself a drink. "He was disappointed."
"I'm sure he was." Leena turned back to the stove. "We could have just hired a cook, you know. This is a lot of work for a dinner party."
"It wouldn't be genuine," Rider said. He took a sip of whiskey, letting it burn down his throat. "The Reeds need to see us as real people. Relatable. Not just some wealthy couple throwing money around."
"Right. Genuine." Leena's voice was flat. "Because that's what we are."
Rider ignored the sarcasm. He set down his glass and crossed to her, his hands settling on her hips from behind.
"You've done a good job with them," he said softly. "David and Sarah. They trust us now."
"They're nice people," Leena said. She didn't lean into his touch. "They don't deserve whatever you're planning."
"Everyone deserves what they get." Rider's lips brushed against her ear. "And speaking of what they deserve—I need you to do something for me tonight."
Leena stiffened. "What?"
"I need you to fuck David."
The words hung in the air.
Leena turned slowly, her eyes searching his face. "What?"
"You heard me." Rider's expression was calm, almost gentle. "I need you to seduce David. Tonight."
Leena stared at him. Then understanding dawned in her eyes.
"You want Sarah," she said quietly.
Rider smiled. "I've always wanted Sarah. You knew that."
"I thought—" Leena's voice faltered. "I thought we were just being friendly. Building a relationship. I didn't realize you were planning this from the beginning."
"Of course I was." Rider's hand moved to her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. "Everything I do has a purpose, Leena. You know that."
Leena pulled away from his touch. "David won't cheat on his wife. He's too vanilla. Too loyal."
"Then make him disloyal." Rider's voice hardened slightly. "That's what you're good at, isn't it? Seduction. Manipulation. Breaking down resistance."
Leena's jaw tightened. "And if I refuse?"
"You won't."
"How do you know?"
"Because you never do." Rider picked up his drink again, his eyes never leaving hers. "You'll complain. You'll push back. But in the end, you'll do exactly what I ask. Isn't that right?"
Leena wanted to argue. Wanted to tell him to stop treating her like a common whore and like the queen she was.
But she couldn't.
Because their were moments. Moments where he treated her like his queen. Those were enough.
She turned back to the stove, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. "He's not going to make it easy."
"I don't expect him to." Rider moved to the dining table, straightening the place settings. "But you'll find a way. You always do."
Before Leena could respond, there was a knock at the door.
Rider's smile widened. "Showtime."
***
David and Sarah Reed looked exactly like what they were—a wholesome, upper-middle-class couple trying to navigate a world slightly above their pay grade.
David was in his twenties, with a soft belly that spoke of too many desk lunches. He wore khakis and a button-down shirt, the kind of outfit that screamed "middle management." His smile was genuine, his handshake firm.
Sarah was younger—early twenties—with blonde hair and a nervous energy that made her seem perpetually on edge. She wore a floral dress that was pretty but not expensive, and she clutched a bottle of wine like it was a life preserver.
"Rider! Leena!" David's voice was warm. "Thanks so much for having us."
"Of course," Rider said, ushering them inside. "We've been looking forward to this all week."
"It smells amazing in here," Sarah said, her eyes darting to the kitchen. "Leena, did you cook all of this yourself?"
"I did." Leena smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. "I hope you're hungry."
"Starving," David said. He handed Rider the wine. "This is from that little vineyard we told you about. The one we visited last summer."
"I remember." Rider examined the label. "This is perfect. Thank you."
They settled into the living room, drinks in hand. The conversation flowed easily—work, travel, a funny story about Sarah's mother. Rider and Leena played their parts perfectly, laughing at the right moments, asking the right questions.
But beneath the surface, Leena was working.
Her eyes lingered on David just a fraction too long. Her hand brushed against his when she passed him a drink. She leaned forward when he spoke, her body language open and inviting.
David noticed. She could see it in the way his gaze flickered to her, then away. The way his smile became slightly uncertain.
But he didn't pull back. Not yet.
Dinner was perfect. Leena had outdone herself—roasted chicken with herbs, garlic mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables. Sarah gushed over every bite, and David ate with the enthusiasm of a man who rarely got home-cooked meals.
Leena made sure his wine glass was never empty.
"This is incredible," David said, reaching for his fourth glass. "Leena, you're a magician."
"Just practice," Leena said. Her foot brushed against his under the table. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."
David's eyes widened slightly. He glanced at Sarah, but she was deep in conversation with Rider about some renovation project.
Leena's foot moved higher, pressing against his calf.
David shifted in his seat, his face flushing.
After dinner, Rider suggested a game.
"Twister?" Sarah laughed. "Are you serious?"
"Why not?" Rider was already pulling the box from a closet. "Boys against girls. It'll be fun."
"I don't know," David said. He was swaying slightly, the wine catching up with him. "I'm not exactly in shape for—"
"Come on," Leena said, her hand on his arm. "It'll be fun. Don't be boring."
David looked at her. At the way her fingers lingered on his skin.
"Okay," he said. "Sure."
They spread the mat on the floor. Rider spun first.
"Right hand, red."
The game started innocently enough. But as the positions became more complicated, bodies pressed together in ways that felt deliberate.
Leena made sure of it.
When the spinner landed on "left foot, blue," she positioned herself so that her ass pressed against David's hip. When it was "right hand, yellow," she arched her back, her breasts brushing against his arm.
David was sweating. His breathing had become shallow.
Sarah noticed, but she laughed it off. "David, you're terrible at this!"
"I'm trying," he muttered.
Leena's hand landed next to his, their faces inches apart. She looked directly into his eyes.
"You're doing great," she whispered.
David's face went crimson.
The game ended with everyone collapsing in laughter. Rider suggested karaoke next, and Leena made sure David's drink was refilled before he could protest.
By the time they'd gone through three songs, David was slurring his words.
"I think I need to lie down," he said, his hand on the wall for support.
"Guest room is down the hall," Rider said. "Second door on the right."
Sarah looked concerned. "Maybe I should—"
"Let him sleep it off," Rider said smoothly. "We'll keep you company. One more song?"
Sarah hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. Just one more."
David stumbled down the hallway, disappearing into the guest room.
Leena waited exactly thirty seconds.
"I need to use the bathroom," she said, standing.
Leena walked slowly, her heart pounding. When she reached the guest room, she paused, her hand on the doorknob and opened the door.
The room was dark except for the faint light from the hallway. David was on the bed, still fully clothed, his breathing deep and even.
Leena closed the door behind her, plunging the room into darkness.
She moved to the bed, her hands finding the edge of the mattress. She climbed onto the bed, moving slowly so as not to wake him.
Her hands found his belt. She unbuckled it carefully, then unzipped his pants.
David stirred but didn't wake.
Leena pulled his pants down just enough to free him. He was soft, and she took him into her mouth, working him slowly.
It took time. But gradually, she felt him harden against her tongue.
When he was fully erect, Leena pulled back. She hiked up her dress, pulling her panties to the side.
Then she straddled him, guiding him inside her.
The sensation made her breath catch. He was thick, and she had to adjust her angle to take him fully.
She began to move, slowly at first. Her hips rolled in a steady rhythm, her hands braced on his chest.
David's breathing changed. Became faster.
Leena moved harder, her body rising and falling.
David's eyes opened.
For a moment, he was disoriented. Still half-asleep, still drunk.
"Sarah?" he mumbled.
Leena didn't answer. She just kept moving, her hips grinding against his.
David's hands moved to her waist. He was waking up now, his mind clearing.
"Sarah, you feel—" He paused. His hands moved higher, feeling the shape of her body. "Wait. You're—"
His eyes adjusted to the darkness. He saw her face.
"Leena?" His voice was sharp with panic. "What the fuck—"
Before he could yell, Leena leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his face. His muffled protest was lost in her cleavage.
"Shh," she whispered. "It's okay. Just relax."
David's hands pushed against her hips, trying to lift her off. But Leena was stronger than she looked, and he was still drunk, still disoriented.
And despite his protests, he was getting harder.
Leena felt it. The way his body betrayed him.
She moved faster, her hips rolling in a way that only someone with her experience could manage. The bed began to shake, the headboard tapping against the wall.
In the living room, Rider reached for the remote and turned up the volume on the television.
David's resistance was weakening. His hands were still on her hips, but they weren't pushing anymore. They were gripping.
"Leena, we can't—" His voice was strained. "Sarah is—"
"Sarah doesn't have to know," Leena breathed. She pulled down the front of her dress, freeing her breasts. "This can be our secret."
She guided his mouth to her nipple.
David hesitated for only a moment. Then his lips closed around her, and he sucked hard.
Leena gasped. It was one of the few genuine reactions she'd had all night.
"That's it," she whispered. "Good boy. You're doing so good."
David's hips began to move, thrusting up to meet her. His hands slid to her ass, gripping hard.
"You're so much tighter than Sarah," he groaned against her breast.
"I know," Leena said. She was moving faster now, chasing her own pleasure as much as his. "You feel so good inside me."
David's hand came down hard on her ass—not intentionally, just a reflexive motion born of desperation.
The slap made Leena squeeze involuntarily, her inner muscles clenching around him.
David cried out, his body going rigid.
"Wait," he gasped. "I need to—I'm going to—"
"Inside me," Leena said. She pinned his hips down with her weight, holding him in place. "I want to feel you come inside me."
"Leena, no—"
But it was too late. David's orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body convulsing as he emptied himself inside her.
Leena kept moving, milking every last drop from him until he collapsed back against the mattress, gasping.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Then David's hands came up to cover his face.
"Oh god," he whispered. "What did I just do?"
Leena climbed off him slowly, adjusting her dress. She leaned down, her finger pressing against his lips.
"It's okay," she said softly. "It can be our little secret."
David stared at her, his eyes wide with horror and shame.
Leena smiled.
Then she slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
In the living room, Rider and Sarah were still singing karaoke, their voices blending in a cheerful duet.
Leena smoothed down her dress and rejoined them, her smile never faltering.
"Everything ok?" Sarah asked.
"Perfect," Leena said. "Thanks."
Rider's eyes met hers across the room.
He smiled.