Chapter 12: Echoes of Chaos

Jed Lambert woke Thursday morning in his Phoenix condo, the desert sun slicing through the blinds like a blade, his body aching from yesterday’s playroom adventures.

He showered, the hot water failing to wash away the dread knotting his gut. Dressed in a crisp navy suit, he drove to Nexlify’s sleek downtown tower, the Phoenix skyline a molten haze. His office, all glass and steel, felt like a cage as he resolved to find Karen and Rachel, to apologize for pulling them into Theo’s world. The inner circle’s seductive grip was ironclad, but guilt gnawed at him. Had he betrayed their trust?

First, he sought Karen, her office a fortress of files and frosted glass. She was at her desk, her long dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail, her toned curves sharp in a black pencil skirt and white blouse, her blue eyes sparking as she typed. Jed knocked, his throat tight, and she glanced up, her smile immediate, wicked, and utterly disarming.

“Jed, you fucking legend,” Karen purred, leaning back, her voice husky with a familiar hunger. “Yesterday was a goddamn apocalypse. You and Theo fucked me into oblivion. Those thrusts, that cock of yours pounding my pussy? I’m still sore in the best way.”

He shifted, his rehearsed apology faltering under her gaze. “Karen, about yesterday. I’m sorry. I didn’t know Theo would be that intense. I shouldn’t have dragged you into his world without warning.”

Her laugh was raw, cutting through his guilt like a blade. “Sorry? Jed, are you fucking kidding? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Theo’s a beast, Jed. That 10-inch monster and those gray eyes fucked me senseless, and you matched him. I came so hard I thought I’d black out. Rachel’s still hyped up, texting me about how you both owned us. You didn’t drag me anywhere. I’d dive back in headfirst.”

Jed’s jaw tightened, relief warring with unease, her praise stoking a fire he’d tried to douse. “You’re sure? It was brutal. I thought I’d fucked up, putting you through that.”

Karen stood, sauntering closer, her perfume flooding his senses. “Brutal’s my language, Jed. You and Theo gave me a front-row seat to chaos, and I’m fucking addicted. Your cock in my pussy, his in my ass? I’m ruined for anything less. Apologize again, and I’ll spank you myself.” Her grin was feral, her fingers brushing his tie, sending a jolt through him. “Next time, give me a heads-up so I can brace for it. But don’t you dare hold back.”

He nodded, his dread easing but not gone, her enthusiasm a siren’s call back to the abyss. “Alright, Karen. I won’t. You’re something else.”

“Damn right,” she said, winking as she returned to her desk.

Leaving her office, Jed’s pulse still raced, Karen’s words praising his performance alongside Theo’s deepening his entanglement in Nexlify’s chaos. He headed to the legal department, where Rachel’s cubicle was tucked among a maze of low partitions. She was there, on a Zoom call, her red hair scraped into a severe, plain bun. Her curvy frame was hidden beneath a shapeless gray dress that hung like a sack, its high neck and long sleeves giving her an almost Amish austerity. Her freckled face, bare of makeup, looked pale and unadorned, her green eyes the only spark of life in her stark appearance. She spotted Jed, gave a quick wave, and mouthed, “One sec,” pointing to her headset.

He nodded, leaning against her cubicle wall, waiting as she wrapped up her call. When she clicked off, her smile was instant, mischievous, and electric, belying her dowdy exterior.

“Jed!” Rachel said, her voice bright but dripping with a sultry edge. “Holy fuck, yesterday was unreal. You and Theo fucked us so hard I thought we’d break the damn playroom. My pussy’s still throbbing from it.”