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He led the two of you to the elevator. You hadn't even noticed his bodyguards until you saw them standing outside the elevator as the doors slid shut. Bobby noticed your surprise, so he leaned in and spoke softly into your ear.

"A man like me can never be too careful."

You could feel the waft of his warm breath on the shell of your ear, and it made a shiver run up your spine. You only nodded in agreement, not trusting your voice to utter a coherent response. You pretended to not hear the chuckle that reverberated in his chest.

The rest of the ride up was silent. When the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, he gently tugged his arm from your grip. You gave him a confused look. He merely smiled back and gestured you to exit first. He didn't seem like he would following you out. You took a few steps out onto the balcony, leaning slightly to look over the railing in front of you.

Your breath caught in your throat momentarily. Sat in a chair in front of a wall of many large monitors was a man who looked an awful like Robert House. You turned back to look at Bobby, and that was when it all clicked. His smile was amused, but also somewhat apologetic.

"So you must be the real Robert House," you said matter of factly, turning as you leaned your elbow onto the railing.

"Yes, Ms. L/N. I apologize for the secrecy, but-"

"A man like you can never be too careful?" you finished his sentence for him.

You looked back to the elevator when you heard its doors begin to close. Bobby was lighting up a cigarette inside as he leaned against the back wall. When his gaze caught yours, he gave you a lopsided smile and a wave. You waved back just before the doors slid shut completely.

"Don't worry, that won't be that last you see of him," you heard the real Robert House say below you.

You chuckled as you turned back to look over the railing. "He's quite the charmer, I have to admit."

"One of the reasons I hired him," Robert paused, gazing up at you smiling down at him, "Why don't you come down and join me? I promise I don't bite."

"Really? What a pity," you teased as you began your descent down the large staircase.

In a rare moment, you rendered him speechless. All he could do in response was stare with his mouth slightly agape as you walked down the rest of the stairs. He did his best to pick his jaw up off the floor as you made it to the last few steps. He hurried over, extending his hand out to you. You slipped your hand in his as you stepped down to stand in front of him.

You were shocked by how much his body double looked like him, but yet just different enough. It was fascinating to you. You had been dealing with rich men's antics for some time now, and this was strange, but no where near as strange as some of the other things you'd seen. Besides, he didn't seem to have that malicious intent behind his gaze that the majority of other men did when they looked at you. Like you were their little doll, a plaything to be dressed up and used before being tossed away when they got bored of you.

You stayed in Robert House's penthouse just talking for almost an hour. You had been expecting him to make some sort of move, but he seemed to be interested in picking your brain rather than taking off your clothes.

You had no idea how badly Robert was restraining himself. He was thoroughly enjoying your conversation. It really was stimulating him in ways he didn't even realize were possible. The problem was that he wanted it all too fast, but he knew that if he rushed things, he might never see you again. Or if he did, it wouldn't be in the ways he truly wanted.

So when he felt he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer, he bid you good night. He walked you back up the stairs to the elevator. He ensured he'd have a man accompany you to your room. You didn't bother to ask him how he already knew what your room number was.

You were pleasantly surprised to find that the man accompanying you was none other than Bobby. The elevator doors opened on your floor and he was leaned against the wall just a few feet away, a burning cigarette hung from his lips. The smoke had created a haze in the air. You inhaled deeply. You didn't smoke, but you didn't hate the smell.

"It's nice to see you again," you said, holding your hand out with a smile.

"It's nice to see you too. I've been instructed to escort to your room," he replied as he took your hand and linked your arm in his like he had done earlier. "Did you enjoy your time?" he asked after a beat of silence.

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell."

He scoffed playfully at you. "Your makeup isn't even smudged," he said as he reached out and pinched your chin with his free hand.

You swatted his hand away with a laugh. You could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up at the conflicting feelings you were feeling. You were extremely attracted to both Robert and his body double. You decided to ignore that for the time being.

It wasn't long before you made it to the door of your suite. You searched your bag, but you realized your agent had never given you the key. Without a word, Bobby pulled a key out of his pocket. He unlocked the door before handing the key to you.

"Thank you..." you paused for a moment. "What should I call you? I feel like it would be strange to call you both Robert," you said, making sure to speak quietly; there wasn't anybody out in the hall, but you never knew who could be listening.

"You can call me whatever you'd like, Ms. L/N," he replied.

"Alright, I think Bobby will do."

"Have a good rest of your evening," he said while nodding.

He turned and started to walk back down the hall towards the elevator. You just watched him walk away for a few moments before shutting the door.

You saw Robert a few more times on your visit to the Lucky 38. He wasn't able to take things as slowly as he wanted to, but you weren't sure when you'd be able to get back to Vegas. He was determined to find a reason for you to come back though. Offering you a job as the casinos resident performer didn't seem like such a bad idea.

He called you up himself and offered you the job barely a week after you had gotten back home from your trip. You were a bit hesitant to just pick up and move. You had done it before, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to do it again. You couldn't deny the alluring and charming man that is Robert House, however. It took a bit of convincing, but you accepted his offer.

Once you were back and settled in Vegas, he was taking you out at least once a week. He would watch every single performance from his monitors no matter how busy he was. Sometimes he'd take the risk of catching a performance in person just to see the smile on your face when you noticed him in the crowd.

As the two of you start having a more serious relationship, Robert isn't ashamed of his jealousy, and truly you aren't either. Even when punishing you for being a brat, he still has your best interest in mind, and in the end he wants you to be happy with him.

When the men in the audience are staring just a bit too intensely during your performance, he'll make you give him his own personal show later. You sing his favorite songs while takes your clothes off and reminds you that he's the only one who gets to see underneath the expensive clothes he buys you. You're not allowed to stop singing until he says so.

One of the worst instances of his jealousy was on a night when the Lucky 38 was full of investors and business men. Robert had tried to explain to you the convention that was going on, but you couldn't be bothered to fully understand why all these men were filling the casino to the brim. You had begged him not to make you perform. You whined until he almost gave in, but apparently most of the guests were expecting you to sing. You told him it would be a bad idea.

"What's the worst that could happen?" he had said, but you're sure he knew exactly what was gonna happen.

The casino was packed full of men who worked at random companies that you had never heard of. They all ogled you during your performance. You expected Robert's usual game of making you sing for him, and just the thought was making you excited. You were sure that's why he had made you go through with this show anyway. Usually you just had to bat your eyelashes at him and he'd give in to whatever you were asking of him.

Much to your dismay, a man stopped you with pointless small talk and random questions as you were trying to make your way through the crowd. His words were going in one ear and out the other as you smiled and nodded along. Bobby doesn't even need Robert to send him to your rescue. His security made a path for him to get to you.

"Ms. L/N!" Bobby called out to you. "Hope I'm not interrupting," he said, knowing damn well that he was.

The man still had his mouth open, stopped mid sentence by who he thought was Robert House. Fortunately this man had the sense to cut his losses. Once Bobby had stolen your attention away, the man turned to walk away.

"Thank you. I thought that conversation was never gonna end!" you said as you rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Would you like me to sweep you away?" he offered, his hand resting on the curve of where your hip met your waist.

You tried to push down the butterflies in your stomach. You weren't sure if Robert was in Bobby's ear, but ninety-nine percent of the time he was. You knew he was at least watching. He always had a camera pointed at you. Sometimes when you were out on the casino floor, you liked to look around and find which camera he was watching you from. You'd wink and blow a kiss to him just to rile him up. If all the men ogling you at your performance didn't rile him up, then you flirting with Bobby definitely would.

"Yes, please. I was wondering when you were going to save me," you joked as the two of you started to walk through the crowd.

Bobby wrapped his arm around you, resting it on the curve of your hip again. You had your hand on his upper back, slightly gripping his suit jacket.

"Don't I always save you from pushy men?" he replied.

"As you should!" you said with a laugh. "He wasn't even that pushy, he was more boring."

"Well, I'll save you from conversations with unwanted men whenever you need me to."

“Thank you, Bobby.”

You looked around at the sea of faces as you made your way to the elevator. A few men were looking with wide eyes at the two of you. Some started to whisper amongst themselves. You assumed it was because Bobby’s hand had crept a little lower.

“Are you trying to get us both in trouble?” you muttered under your breath.

“Maybe,” he replied with a shrug.

His security made a path to the elevator for you. One of them pressed the button to call it down. You turned to look at Bobby, and he finally lets his hand fall back down to his side. You left your hand resting on his shoulder, letting it slide down to his chest.

You heard the ding and the doors slide open to the elevator. One of the security guys held the doors open as you talked to Bobby.

“You should probably go up by yourself,” he said.

You laughed. “Are you really that scared of being in trouble?” you were only teasing, but his response didn’t make you laugh.

“No, but you probably should be.”

You scoffed and swatted his chest playfully before walking into the elevator. The security guy moved his hand so the doors would close.

“Good luck. You’re gonna need it,” he said as the doors began to slide shut.

You only rolled your eyes stubbornly in response, but you had no idea what was awaiting you upstairs. The ride up to the penthouse was long enough to have you start thinking about Bobby’s words. The doors slid open before you had time to fully contemplate what punishment Robert might have in store for you.

You stepped out onto the balcony, trying to peek over the railing to see if he was sitting in his chair. He was, in fact. He was faced away from you however. Usually he’d be turned around and already up on his feet to greet you. Not tonight though, and that had you somewhat worried.

You gripped the railing tightly as you started to walk down the staircase. You didn’t realize until you were at the bottom of the steps, but the large monitor on the wall displayed video of Bobby sat at the bar. You assumed it was live. He must have gone to have a drink at the bar after taking you to the elevator.

“Robert?” you said tentatively as you walked toward his chair.

“Come here,” he said flatly.

You walked around his chair to stand in front of him. He looked up at you with an unreadable look. His gaze raked down your figure, then back up to your face. Robert chucked darkly at your widened eyes.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” he said so sweetly that it lulled you into a false sense of security.

You should have known better. In an instant, Robert was on his feet. He spun you around and pressed a hand flat against your back. He forced you to bend over and you put your hands on his desk in front of you.

“Robert, please. I-“ he cut you off by gripping the hair at the base of your neck, yanking your head back.

He leaned in and pressed his nose to your throat, inhaling deeply to get the scent of your perfume. He promptly licked a stripe up the side of your neck. His lips stopped right by your ear.

“You’re not to speak unless spoken to. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” you replied immediately.

“Good girl,” he said, leaning back but still keeping his grip on your hair.

Your head was pulled back so you could see Bobby up on the screen. You could see his lips moving before he took a sip of his drink, and you had a sudden thought that was confirmed by Robert’s next words.

“I know my ear piece is still on. You’re going to sit there and listen to me give Y/N their punishment.”

You looked up to see Bobby’s reaction. He surprisingly showed no reaction. He just took another swig of his drink. You squeezed your eyes shut out of embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t get all shy now, darling. Keep your eyes open for me,” you did as you were told. “See how easy it is to just behave?“ you only whined in response as he began to slowly unzip your dress.

Your dress fell off your shoulders because you were leaning over. You heard Robert let out a shuddering breath when he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, more to himself.

He slowly pulled your dress down until it fell the rest of the way off. You shivered from the cold and the anticipation. Robert leaned down to be at eye level with you. You looked to the side at him, and he was grinning wide at you.

“I want you to count each one out loud,” he said.

You didn’t need him to clarify what he meant. He didn’t give you time to prepare before a loud smack reverberated through the penthouse. You yelped in surprise and pain.

“One,” you forced yourself to say.

“I wonder how many you deserve?”

Another smack to your other ass cheek. You jolted forward, your head hanging down as you sucked in air through your teeth.

“Two.”

A third slap had your pussy clenching around nothing. “Three!” you squeaked out.

“It’s not too much already, is it, darling?” he asked you condescendingly.

You shook your head no, but he gripped your hair and pulled your head back. “Use your words.”

“No sir! I can take it!” you insisted.

“Alright then. Be a good girl and show me.”

Robert continued his punishment. If you forgot what number you were at, he’d add an extra spank. Thankfully you only forgot once. When you had counted to twenty, you weren’t sure how many more you could take. Your pussy was leaking down your thighs. Your legs were quivering with how long you’d been bent over.

You got your one extra for forgetting to count. “Twenty one,” you said with a sigh, almost collapsing against the desk.

Robert wrapped an arm around your middle to keep you up while he kneaded your ass soothingly. He praised how well you had taken your punishment as he maneuvered you so you were kneeling in his chair. He spun the chair around so you were facing the wall of monitors.

“You did so well for me, love. Now let me reward you for being so good.”

You could hear him fumbling with his belt and the zipper of his pants before he was pressed up against your back. You held onto the back of his chair, and one of his hands covered yours as he held on for stability. He used his other hand to line his cock up with your pussy.

You moaned together as he bottomed out with one slow thrust. He reached around and cupped your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at the screen in front of you. You had forgotten up until that moment that Bobby was still listening to all of this.

“You think he’s enjoying the show?” Robert asked as he began to move, a steady but strong pace that had you shaking already.

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question, sweetheart,” he punctuated his words with a hard thrust that took your breath away for a second.

“Y-Yes,” you replied.

“I think so too.”

Robert sped up the pace, keeping his hold on your face so you could see Bobby squirming in his seat at the bar. You watched as he downed the last of his cocktail in one drink before gesturing for the bartender to get him another. He had his hands clasped together tightly in front of his mouth. You were embarrassed, but you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t turning you on.

“I’m getting close!” you cried out. “Right there, don’t stop!”

“You don’t get to cum until I say you can,” he said, not letting up on his cock practically pounding into you at this point.

“Please! Please, can I cum? I’ll be good! Please, I’ve been so good!” you babbled out whatever came to your mind first, desperate for him to let you cum after teasing you for so long.

He let go of your face to reach down and start rubbing circles on your clit. “Cum for me, my love,” he said, finally.

That was all you needed to come undone. The dam broke and your orgasm washed over you in waves. All you could do was moan as your body shook. Robert fucked you through it. It was only a few more thrusts from him until he was cumming inside you with a groan.

He pressed his chest against your back, his cock still deep inside you as the two of you panted, trying to catch your breath. You glanced up at the monitors to see Bobby still sat at the bar. Whether this was a punishment for him or not, you felt a bit guilty that he had just listened to you and Robert have sex.

“Robert, let Bobby have his freedom for the night,” you said, trying to turn to look at him.

“Freedom? Are you sure? I had a reward for him in mind too,” he said mischievously.

“Is that so? What were you thinking?” you questioned.

“Well, I was thinking he could come join us,” you felt Robert’s cock twitch inside you at this suggestion. “What do you think of that, darling?”

"Darling?" Robert's voice echoed through your dream.

Your eyes fluttered open as they took a moment to adjust to the light. You lifted your head slowly as you tried to register the fact that you had fallen asleep.

"I told you not to wait up for me," he teased with a laugh.

You could feel him rubbing your back as blinked the sleep from your eyes. "I did not mean to fall asleep," you replied, still sleepy enough that you don't catch that he was joking.

"I know, my dear. Let's go to bed," he said.

"What time is it?" you asked as you swiveled in the bar stool you were sitting on.

Before you could set a foot on the floor, Robert had his other arm under your legs. He hoisted you up and you quickly hooked your hands around the back of his neck. He carried you to your shared bedroom. He set you down on the bed with a gentleness that was only reserved for you. He pulled the blanket over you up to your chin.

"I'm going to change, then I'll join you," he said.

"Alright, I'll be here," you said, your eyes already falling shut.

You heard Robert's footsteps as he walked across the room to the connected bathroom. He was in there for a few minutes before you heard him walk back in and over to the bed. You opened your eyes as he climbed under the blanket next to you. He opened up his arms and you happily laid against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, and you let your heavy lids fall shut again.

"It's nice to actually have you in bed with me," you said sleepily.

You could feel his chest rise and fall under your cheek as he sighed deeply. One of his hands began to rub up and down your arm soothingly.

"I apologize for being so busy lately, my love."

"It's alright, I understand. I appreciate all the time you spend with me, honey," you replied, trying your best in your tired state to form coherent sentences.

"You always know the right thing to say," he said fondly.

You only hummed in response, sleep starting to overtake you again.

"Sorry, darling. I'll let you get back to sleep," he said before kissing the top of your head.

Robert turned and walked into the other room until he was out of your sight. You went to stand at the bottom of the stairs. You leaned your elbow against the railing, jutting your hip out slightly. It was only a few more minutes before the elevator doors opened. Bobby took one large step out onto the landing. He peered over the railing with furrowed brows, scanning the room until he saw you. He smiled warmly down at you, but you could see the skepticism behind his gaze.

"Where's House?" he asked.

It was then you realized why Robert had left the room. He had been fairly possessive throughout your relationship, but he had never really shared you with Bobby before. At least not in private. You and Bobby had been flirty in public before, giving the press something to talk about on more than one occasion.

"He's just in the other room. Don't worry," you replied with a chuckle.

He walked down the stairs tentatively. Your eyes raked down his slender but fit figure, and you grinned mischievously when you found what you were looking for. There was an obvious tent in the crotch of his slacks. You took a few steps up the stairs to meet him in the middle. You reached out and took his hand before he could protest. You promptly turned and began leading him toward the adjacent room.

Robert was to the left, sat on a stool at the bar with one leg crossed over the other. He had a cigarette hanging between his lips. The room already had a smokey haze to it. You kept your hand in Bobby's as you looked to Robert for what he wanted you to do next.

"Bobby's tie is looking a bit constricting," Robert said before looking past you. "Would you like them to loosen it for you?"

"Yes sir," Bobby replied.

Robert laughed. You had uttered those words to him no more than ten minutes prior. "I'm truly thankful for my two obedient pets. I couldn't ask for anyone better," he praised as you turned around.

You released your grip on Bobby's hand in order to reach up and grab the knot of his tie. You pulled down slowly as you looked up at him through your lashes. There was a pink tinge across his cheeks that almost made him look sunburnt. You giggled, wondering what had him so nervous.

"Stop," you froze at Robert's stern tone.

He didn't speak another word for a few moments. You stared up at Bobby with wide eyes, still gripping his tie with both hands.

"Down on your knees. Now."

You knew who he was talking to. You instantly dropped to your knees with enough force that you knew they would be bruised tomorrow. Bobby barely had any time to react, and he exchanged a look with Robert, who laughed again.

"You look so nervous, Bobby! We're just having some fun, are we not?" Bobby nodded in response, but you knew that wouldn't be enough for Robert. "How am I supposed to know you're having a good time if you don't tell me?" Robert questioned.

"Well, if I'm being honest, I haven't done much yet to enjoy myself this evening," Bobby admitted.

"Let's do something to remedy that, shall we?"

Your knees were already starting to burn, but you couldn't be bothered to care, because you had a feeling you knew what Robert was going to make you do. You heard him stand up behind you and take a few steps forward.

"This one here claims to have some... special skills. I think you're the perfect specimen for them to prove it," Robert said. "How would you like that?" he asked when Bobby didn't reply.

"I... I would like that, sir."

"I thought so. Have your fun, darling."

That was all you needed to start moving. Your hands flew up and started pawing at Bobby's belt. You got it undone quickly, not even bothering to take it fully out of the belt loops before unbuttoning his pants. He helped you push them and his underwear down. They hung low enough that his hard cock sprung free.

You were practically salivating. You licked your lips in anticipation. You gripped the base and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. He let out a shuddering breath at how suddenly you touched him. His left hand shot out to grip the bar and steady himself. You gathered the saliva in your mouth and spat on the tip before wrapping your lips around it. You bobbed up and down slowly, never going any farther than halfway down. Bobby was breathing heavily as you worked his cock with your mouth.

You didn't realize Robert was standing directly behind you until he gripped the back of your neck. He started to move your head, pushing your mouth further down. Once you reached the base of Bobby's cock, you couldn't help but gag at how full your throat was. He groaned at the vibrations it caused. You heard Robert chuckle in satisfaction as he pulled your head back slightly so you could breathe.

"Stop being a tease, for once," he said into your ear before letting go of his grip on your neck.

You immediately sped up your pace, bobbing your head faster as you held onto the back of Bobby's thighs for leverage. You did your best to hollow out your cheeks and take all of Bobby's cock in your mouth. His knees almost buckled out from under him. He couldn't help the moans, groans, and obscenities that fell from his lips.

"Holy shit! Your mouth feels so fucking good," he moaned out as his free hand went to grasp the back of your head.

It wasn't much longer before you could feel him shuddering under your touch. You knew he was getting close.

"I'm gonna fucking cum!" he practically shouted, any nervousness having dissipated from his body the second you put your lips around his cock.

He used the hand on the back of your head to push his cock all the way down your throat, and keep it there as he came. He shot ropes of his seed down your throat as you did your best not to gag again. After a few seconds he pulled out with a satisfied sigh. He dropped his hand back down to rest at his side. Before you could swallow, Robert's hand replaced Bobby's on the back of your head. He pulled it back until you were looking up at him.

"Let me see."

He loved how quickly you always followed his commands. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. Some of Bobby's cum dribbled out and down your chin. You watched as Robert had a full body shudder, his eyes rolling back momentarily before he nodded down at you. You took that as permission and closed your mouth to swallow. He leaned down to swipe his tongue across your chin before kissing you roughly. He pulled away after a few seconds, leaving you breathless.

"What a good little thing you are," he was saying it more to himself, but Bobby replied anyway.

"That's putting it mildly."

You and Robert both looked over at him. He leaned against the bar, his underwear pulled back up but his pants were still open. They hung low on his hips, and you could see the bulge of his semi hard cock. He didn't miss the way you were eyeing him down.

"And how would you describe them?" Robert asked.

"They're an angel from heaven."

If you were a cat, you would have been purring. All the attention you were getting was definitely going to your head, and you were fairly certain the night was far from over. Robert could tell as he looked down at your smiling, lust clouded face.

"I suppose that is better. I don't even think they're tired yet. Are you, darling?" he asked condescendingly, already knowing the answer.

"Nope," you said as you shook your head.

"Well then, why don't we continue the fun?" he suggested.

You both looked back up to Bobby, who seemed a bit stunned. He must have expected this to be a one and done thing. You and Robert were shamelessly staring him down though, and he suddenly was feeling exposed.

"Well, I..." he trailed off, wondering how to answer. "Are you sure?"

Robert looked down at you with an amused smile. "Let's show him we're sure, hm?" He said as he let go of your head to stand up straight.

He gestured for you to stand. You had some trouble because of how long you'd been kneeling. He held out a hand to help you stand, which you happily took. He kept your hand in his as he pulled on the strap of your robe. The knot came loose and the fabric parted slightly to show a strip of your skin. Robert dropped your hand to pull the robe the rest of the way off. He let it fall to the floor at your feet.

Bobby had assumed you were naked under the robe, but now that you were standing completely bare in front of him, he couldn't help the way his jaw dropped. You had put on enough shows in your life that you weren't embarrassed or nervous. His eyes scanned down your figure, just as you had done to him earlier that night. He suddenly frowned.

"Oh, your poor knees," he said sympathetically.

You didn't even bother to look. You had been able to ignore the sting up until he mentioned them. You could only imagine how bad they already looked if he could notice from a few feet away. Robert took a few steps to stand in front of you. He looked down to check your knees. He tutted as he shook his head.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of you, darling," he said before kissing your forehead.

He turned and took a few steps toward Bobby, who stood up straight. Robert leaned in close but he spoke loud enough so you could hear him.

"Tell me how badly you want them."

"May I answer honestly, sir?"

"You may."

"I've wanted them since the first time we met."

You and Robert were both surprised by that answer. He turned to look at you, as if he was checking to see if you heard that. The wide smile on your face told him all he needed to know.

"I appreciate the honesty," he said as he turned back to his double. "Now, why don't you take them to the couch?"

Bobby didn't waste any time walking over to you. He swept you up in his arms bridal style and carried you over to the couch on the other side of the room. He placed you down across the cushions. You looked past him towering over you to see Robert lighting up a cigarette at the bar.

"Take your clothes off," he told his double.

Bobby started with his suit jacket, pulling it off and tossing it behind him. Next he hurried to undo all the buttons on his white over shirt. All the while he was staring down at you like you were his prey, and he was going to eat you alive.

He shed the rest of his clothes until he was just as bare as you. He glanced back at Robert, who had already started to walk over. He stopped on the other side of the coffee table. He took a long drag from his cigarette before holding it out. Bobby reached up to pinch it between his fingers, but Robert pulled it away, shaking his head. You chuckled.

Robert leaned over the coffee table and held his cigarette out to you. You sat up slightly to catch it between your lips and sucked in the smoke, the tip blazed brightly. He pulled it away once he was satisfied. You blew the smoke out into the air. Normally he would have you kiss him and blow the smoke into his mouth.

He held the cigarette back out to Bobby, who hesitated for a split second, before leaning forward to repeat what you had done. Robert had a triumphant smirk on his face as he pulled the cigarette away. Now it was your turn to enjoy the show. Seeing the two men next to each other always stirred up something deep inside of you.

"Having fun, darling?" Robert asked when he noticed you staring.

"So much fun," you replied.

He walked around the coffee table to sit on the couch by your head. You leaned back to look at him upside down. He gestured for you to roll over with his pointer finger. You did so, wincing when you flopped onto your stomach and your knees hit the cushions. It obviously didn't hurt as badly as the floor, but they were raw, and any touch had them stinging. You tried to recover quickly, but Robert noticed.

His pointer finger was still outstretched, so you tried to lean forward and capture it in between your teeth to distract him. He pulled it back before you could though. You pouted and he only laughed. He reached out and gripped your jaw. He used his thumb to push past your lips and you let him without any resistance, until it was resting on your tongue.

"Up on all fours," he ordered.

He kept his grip on your jaw as you maneuvered to rest on your hands and knees. You whined around Robert's thumb when your knees sank into the cushion.

"You'll forget all about that pain in a second," Robert told you before gesturing for Bobby to get on the couch behind you.

You felt the cushions dip as he slotted himself between your legs. He gripped your hips and started rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs.

"Are they ready?" Robert asked.

One of Bobby's hands was suddenly gone from your hip, and the next thing you knew he was rubbing a finger up your slit. Your moan was muffled by the finger still in your mouth.

"More than ready."

"Alright. Then let's proceed. Don't go too fast though," Robert said as he looked back down at you, "I want to savor every moment of this."

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, but kept his hold on your jaw. Before you could let out a whine of protest, he pulled you up for a kiss. Your lips moved together as Robert kissed you roughly. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, and you could taste the nicotine. Bobby took the moment while you were distracted to slip his cock into your hole. You moaned into the kiss while he slowly eased his way in. Robert continued to make out with you as Bobby bottomed out with a groan. He stayed still for a moment just watching the scene below him.

Robert pulled away from the kiss to speak. "Best not to keep them waiting."

With that Bobby started a slow but brutal pace that had you feeling every inch of him inside you. You couldn't help the whines that were escaping you every time you were filled to the hilt. Robert kept his grip on your chin to keep your head up so he could see your fucked out expression. He still held a cigarette in his other hand, occasionally taking a drag from it.

Bobby's fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he pulled you back to meet each thrust. Your mouth was hung open but any noises were getting caught in your throat. Robert was looking down at you with an almost unreadable expression, as if he was analyzing you. The only way you really knew he was enjoying the show was the obvious tent in his slacks.

You eyed him down for a moment before sliding your hand across the couch towards his leg. He pretended to not notice as your hand made its way up his thigh. All the while, Bobby was still fucking you from behind. You could barely hear his moaning over the pounding in your ears. Robert squeezed your face gently, and you stopped your movements.

"You want to touch me?"

You nodded furiously. "Yes, please."

"I don't know if I should let you. I don't think you deserve it," he said in a low voice as he leaned in close.

"Please! I'm sorry, please. I'll be good, I promise," you whined out.

Bobby slowed his pace as he leaned over you slightly. "Come on, boss. I think they've more than made up for earlier," he said in your defense before he placed a few kisses on your shoulder blades.

He leaned back and went back to fucking you roughly without any warning, making you cry out in pleasure as you squeezed Robert's thigh. He took one last long drag from his cigarette before leaning over to press it into the ashtray on the nearby coffee table. He used his hold on your face to pull your lips up to meet his. He blew the smoke into your mouth as he kissed you. You sucked in the smoke while he ate up your moans as Bobby was practically pounding into you at that point. You weren't sure how much longer you were going to last.

You tried to focus when Robert used his now free hand to unbutton his pants. You watched through lidded eyes as he freed his cock from his underwear. He held his hand under your mouth, and you spit into it without him having to say a word. He froze momentarily before regaining his composure. He brought his hand back down to his cock and started to stroke slowly as he watched you lick your lips. He laughed at how insatiable you were.

"Such a needy little thing. Tell me how close you are," Robert said, finally letting go of your face, only to snake his hand down your front to roll your nipple in between his fingers.

"So close!" you whined.

Your gaze went from his face, down to his hand stroking his own cock. He had sped his movements. You looked back up to see his flushed cheeks. Somehow it clicked that he was debating something. Robert looked from you, to Bobby, then back down to you.

"Don't pull out, Bobby," he said loud enough for his double to hear.

You felt Bobby's hips stutter, and when he readjusted slightly, he was hitting the spot that had your vision blurring and your whole body thrumming. You felt Robert's hand wrap around yours that was still gripping his thigh. He brought your hand up to his mouth to lick a wet strip along your palm before guiding it back down to wrap around his cock. You took the opportunity you were given, and you started to stroke him in time with the fast pace that Bobby had set. Robert let out a low moan, and that sent you over the edge.

"I'm cumming!"

Your legs started to shake as you slumped down against the cushions, your second orgasm of the night hitting you much harder. Bobby wrapped his arms around your middle to hold you up as he fucked you through it. He was close behind you, pumping into you a few more times before he came inside you with a groan that reverberated deep in his chest. You somehow managed to keep jerking off Robert as you came, and the sight before him had his cock twitching as cum came out in ropes all over his pants and suit jacket.

All three of you were slumped and spent, panting as you tried to catch your breath. You had enough sense even in your blissed out state to bring your hand up to your mouth to lick Robert's cum off your fingers. He suddenly reached out and grabbed your wrist.

"Better clean up the rest of this mess. It will be difficult to get the stains out of this suit," he said coldly.

"Next time you should cum in my mouth then," you said before lapping up the mess you had worked from Robert's cock. He let out a scoff of a laugh at that.

Bobby pulled out as you were preoccupied, and you felt the cushions shift behind you. A silent exchange must have gone down between the men while you had your head down, because before you even had time to process, Bobby was flattening his tongue against your pussy to clean you of his cum dripping out. His arms wrapped around the underside of your thighs to keep you in place.

He was working you up all over again. Robert clearly approved though. He was rubbing a hand up and down your back soothingly as Bobby tongue fucked your hole. You let out a choked sob of a moan as Bobby moved down to sucking your clit as his nose bumped your hole that was clenching around nothing. You couldn't stop your whole body from shaking as your final orgasm of the night hit you like a train. He licked up all of your juices as you came on his face.

After a few more moments, you finally had to try to wriggle free of Bobby's grip. He loosened his hold and you were able to turn away so you were lying on your back. You rested your head against Robert's lap as you draped both of your legs over one of Bobby's thighs. He was knelt sitting back on his heels. You ogled his toned chest and arms before you looked up at Robert above you. He was looking down at you with a satisfied smile.

"Was that as enjoyable as it looked?" he asked you earnestly.

"Oh, yes it was very enjoyable," you replied. "How about you? Was that as enjoyable as it looked?" you asked Bobby, echoing Robert's words with a teasing smirk.

"Definitely," he said simply.

He looked like he had more he wanted to say though. So you raised an eyebrow at him. Robert must have had a similar face. Bobby hated how perceptive the two of you were. When you were together, he was unable to hide anything. He shook his head with sigh as he looked down at your knees, as if he was trying to think of anything else to say.

"I don't know if any other person will ever compare to the two of you," he finally admitted, somewhat sheepishly.

"Well you're in luck, because I was hoping to make this a regular thing," Robert proposed. "As long as you'd both like that?"

"I vote yes!" you said excitedly.

Bobby looked back up at the two of you, and he nodded. "Yes, I'd like that."

"Thank you," you tried to reply nonchalantly.

He knew you all too well though. Even if you hadn't told him you were feeling lonely the day prior, Bobby still would have noticed the way you tried to hide your smile. He was incredibly perceptive of your feelings and needs. You were appreciative of this. Your relationship was mutually beneficial as well. You and Bobby always managed to find each other when Robert was too busy for the both of you.

"I missed you," he said affectionately as he placed his hand on your lower back.

"Careful, you're going to get us in trouble," you teased.

You knew Robert was busy with whatever project he had been engrossed in for the past week, but you didn't know if he took a break to keep an eye on Bobby. You assumed that after working for Robert for so long, he might give his double a reprieve from the commands.

"I don't think he's paying us any mind," he said as he eyed you up and down. "His loss," he added after a moment of your disappointed silence.

You laughed bashfully as you lightly swatted his chest. "Just don't let your hand travel too low there, don't want to be causing a scene now, do we?"

Bobby knew what you were referring to, but he couldn't care less about what the public thought of your relationship with Robert House. All they knew was that sometimes you performed at the Lucky 38. You were a special guest, however, prying eyes saw the way Mr. House looked at you.

"Let's take a stroll. Don't want to linger," he said as he held his hand to help you off the stool you were sat on.

He linked your arms together and placed his hand over yours. You had been able to ignore the stares up until that point. Once you started walking through the crowd, you could see many pairs of eyes shamelessly staring you down. Bobby's security made people get out of the way as you walked along. Most people had enough sense to step off the side. Many of them didn't even pay you any mind. They were too busy staring at Bobby.

"Jealousy truly is a disease," he stated matter-of-factly.

He said it as if he was saying it to himself, but you knew it was to reassure you. It worked surprisingly well. All these people really were just jealous of the fact that you were the one with Mr. House, and they weren't. The two of you walked through the crowd of people until you found a spot that was somewhat empty. There were still people milling about, but you didn't have the desire to go upstairs just yet. Bobby had refueled your confidence with his comment.

You chatted about his business trip. It was merely small talk, but you didn't care. You were just happy he was finally back. You stood there like that for a while just passing the time in each other's company. More people had started walking by you. Bobby's security wasn't surrounding you, but they were close enough to keep an eye on the two of you.

You were so distracted watching Bobby light up a cigarette, that you didn't notice a man approaching until he was right next to you. He said your name so angrily that it shocked you into turning to look at him. Unfortunately, you immediately recognized the man to be your ex boyfriend. Your controlling and manipulative ex boyfriend who was the entire reason you fled to Vegas in the first place. You felt your blood run cold at the sight of his fuming face.

"Of all the places I find you..." his voice trailed off as he shook his head at you.

"Harry, I really don't think-" he cut you off with a sarcastic laugh.

"You don't need to be doing any thinking. I'm here to take you home," he said as he took a step closer, invading your personal space.

"W-What? No!" you sputtered out, rendered almost speechless.

"I think you need to back off before we have a problem," Bobby butted in, already waving to one of his security to come over.

"I don't think so," Harry said as he reached out and gripped your bicep tightly.

"Hey! Let go of me!" you shouted as you tried to yank your arm away, but his hold didn't loosen.

Without another warning, Bobby reeled back and punched Harry square in the jaw. The sickening crack of bone against bone made you flinch. He staggered and fell back on the floor. A couple of the security guys were quick to yank him up off the floor and drag him away. You were left stunned, barely able to process what just happened.

"Are you okay?" Bobby asked, somewhat frantically.

"Yeah, I think so," you replied, still in a state of shock.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. The two of you walked back through the crowd of people to the elevator. Now people were really looking. You could hear whispered conversations as you passed by. You tried to ignore them and keep your head down as the remaining security made a path. You didn't have to wait long for the doors to slide open. You and Bobby stepped inside the elevator. Once the doors slid shut, he turned you to face him. He rubbed his hands up and down your biceps comfortingly.

"Is your hand okay?" you asked him suddenly.

He laughed in disbelief. "That's what you're worried about right now?"

"Of course I'm worried about you. Who knows what Robert is gonna say about this. Now, let me see," you said before reaching for his hand.

You held his large hand in both of yours. His knuckles were already starting to turn red. You glanced back up at him to see him with furrowed brows, deep in thought. You realized he was probably contemplating what you said about Robert. It was your turn to comfort him now.

"I'm sure it will be fine!" you said, unconvincingly. "For what it's worth, I appreciate what you did," you brought his hand up and placed a gentle kiss against his knuckles.

"Anything for you. Even if I do get reamed, I suppose it will have been worth it," he replied with a sigh.

"I won't let him do that," you said sternly.

He chuckled before leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Thank you, sweetheart."

You briefly wondered if Robert had even seen what happened. Your question was answered when the doors to the elevator slid open, and he was standing on the balcony, wringing his hands anxiously. You rarely ever saw him like that.

"Are you alright?" he rushed forward, gently taking one of your hands to pull you close.

"I'm fine!" you told him as he held your elbow in his hand so tenderly, as if you were made of glass.

He lifted your arm up to examine your bicep. You glanced down to see there was barely any evidence that you'd been grabbed. Bobby had thankfully reacted quick enough that your ex didn't have a hold on you for very long. Robert still had a concerned look on his face.

"Really, I'm okay. Bobby was my savior," you said, trying to get ahead of him being irritated at his body double.

"I know, thank goodness he was there. I'm going to have to assign you some security, and have a talk with them about paying better attention. That man shouldn't have not have been able to simply walk up to you like that," Robert was fuming, but fortunately it didn't seem to be at Bobby.

You saw him let out a sigh of relief. He was standing a few feet behind Robert with his hand out to keep the elevator doors from closing. You smiled at him and gave him a quick wink. He only shook his head at you with an amused smile. Robert wrapped his arm around your middle once he turned around to face Bobby.

"Thank you for doing what I would have wanted to do," he said before looking down at you. "No one gets to touch my love and get away with it."

"Of course, sir," Bobby responded.

"Take the rest of the night off. No one will be expecting you to come back down after that."

"Thank you. Have a good night, you two."

You and Robert exited the elevator while Bobby stepped back inside. You waved to him as the door slid shut. He merely winked back, making you chuckle. Before you could start your descent down the stairs, Robert stopped you.

"Are you sure you're alright? I heard what that man said to you. I already sent a message out to the rest of the security that he's never allowed to step foot in my casino again," he added the last bit through gritted teeth.

"Yes, I'm alright. Bobby was there to rescue me, after all. And don't worry, I don't have any other crazy ex boyfriends. I'm honestly still shocked he came all this way to find me..." you admitted, your voice trailing off.

"Well I'm not going to let anything like that happen again, anyway."

He reached up to caress your cheek softly with his thumb. You leaned into his touch and brought your hand up to hold his against your face.

"Oh, darling. I'm sorry I've been so busy lately. I've been careless. Will you let me make it up to you?" he said as he leaned in until your lips were almost touching.

'Angels... Why did it have to be angels?' you thought.

You had fallen right into their trap. They wanted you to get to Castiel. Unfortunately for them, they were going to get just what they wanted.

"Castiel!" you called out for him again, and the angel in front of you laughed before smacking you across the face.

"Shut up. You already did your job."

The single lightbulb above your head suddenly popped, sinking the room into darkness. You heard shuffling footsteps before the sounds of punches landing. A few more moments of fighting before you heard the squish of a blade stabbing into flesh. A few feet away, three lights slowly emitted from the darkness. You could see a brief glimpse of the rage in Castiel's eyes as the angel died. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned away once it was too bright to bear.

Then it was silent. All you could hear was the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. The smell of blood wafted through the air. You sucked in a breath and held it. You heard footsteps come over to you and around to stand behind you. You felt hands tugging at the ropes that were tied around your wrists. You were still terrified even though you knew who it was.

"Castiel?" you asked, your voice wavering.

"I'm here," he said as he finally got the ropes untied.

You brought your hands into your lap and rubbed your sore wrists. Castiel rounded the chair you were sitting in. You heard shuffling as he knelt down in front of you. Your eyes were slowly adjusting in the dark. He reached out and gently held your hands in his. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles in an attempt to calm you down.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I-I don't know."

"It's alright. I'm going to make it all better," he said softly.

You felt two fingers press against your forehead. "Castiel, wait!" you reached up to grab his wrist and try to pull his hand away, but it was already too late.

You could feel the ache in your muscles subsiding. The tingling on your cheek from where the other angel had slapped you was gone. You could breathe evenly again. You pulled Castiel's hand down, and he let you; you were already healed. You could see a faint smile on his face through the darkness.

"I'm sorry-" he cut you off quick.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. This isn't your fault," he reassured you.

"I fell right into their trap. I should have seen it coming!" you insisted. "And your grace..." you added sadly.

"It doesn't matter. What matters now is that you're safe," he said as he cupped the side of your face.

You leaned into his touch. Your eyes fluttered close, but it wasn't much difference to the darkness that surrounded you.

"Let's get out of here," Castiel said.

His trench coat rustled as he stood. He held both your hands, and you knew what was coming next. Usually you'd protest him teleporting you, but you just wanted to be out of that room. You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for teleport and for the incessant questions you were sure to get from Sam and Dean. With a quiet whoosh of Castiel's wings, the two of you were out of that stuffy room.

You were surprised to smell fresh air. You shivered as the wind blew over you. You opened your eyes, and you're a bit disoriented when you realized you were standing. You stumbled on your shaky feet. Castiel was quick to place his hands around your waist to keep you upright. You put your hands on his shoulders for leverage as you tried to force your legs to work.

"I'm sorry. I thought you'd want to come back to the bunker instead of..." his voice trailed off.

"It's alright. I actually would rather be here. It's just, next time have me stand up beforehand," you said as you finally managed to regain your balance.

"My apologies. I'll remember that for next time."

"It's okay," you said with a chuckle, "Thank you for the rescue. I don't know what I'd do without my angel," you added.

You noticed the way his head cocked to the side at 'my angel.' You didn't even mean to say it, it just sort of came out. You hoping he doesn't acknowledge it.

"Your angel?" his pleased smile says he's not annoyed, but you can't help the embarrassment that burns your cheeks.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean-" he cut you off before you could dig yourself into a hole with your rambling.

"I'd be your angel forever if you asked me to," he said smoothly.