by Jordan Marie
“I can’t believe you just said that in front of them.”
“If that embarrasses you—”
“I didn’t say I was embarrassed, just that I can’t believe you. I got to get off of here, Harvey is giving me mean looks. Take the boys to the house, got it?”
“Got it, Ice.”
“Love you, Liam.”
“Love you, too,” I tell her, hanging up and doing it while smiling.
“Fuck,” Devil hisses.
“You can say that again,” Rebel adds.
“What?” I ask.
“It’s just really good to see that look on your face again, man,” Devil replies.
“What look?”
“The look that says you’re a man who has his balls locked up tight in his woman’s purse but that you don’t give a fuck.”
“You got all that from the smile on my face?”
“I see it every day in the mirror,” he says with a shrug.
“Well, you two keep away from me. I like having my balls right where they are,” Rebel jokes, but Devil and I share a smile because we know exactly what Rebel is missing. All I can feel is pity for the asshole.
Wolf
I forgot how satisfying it is to spend the night fucking a warm cunt over and over until my balls cry out in protest. It helps when the cunt in question likes it dirty. I lean back against the headboard. The sexy redhead is on her stomach, a pillow pushed under her so my cum running out of her pussy is gathered there. I’m not about to sleep on the fucking wet spot. I did fill her full though. Partly because I could. I’d not had a good fuck in months, but I have to admit I did it mostly because it was fun to watch her bitchy girlfriend eat her pussy out and have to swallow down my jizz.
Dawn.
Raven hair, bitchy mouth, but big tits. She hates me. It’s clear to see all over her face. She despises me. She is only agreeing to this party because it’s what the redhead wants. What was her name? Glenna. Yeah, that’s it. She’s a good fuck, but she’s not the one I’m having fun with. That would be Dawn. It’s a pity that she hates me. Her and I are so much alike. Fuck, we could be soulmates. I see the darkness in her, I can fucking smell it. It makes my cock hard and that’s the real reason I was able to fuck the red head over and over. Each time I filled her pussy full of my cum, it twisted the knife inside of Dawn a little more. It fueled the anger inside of her and whether she realizes it or not…it’s drawing her closer to me.
I’m going to turn her into the perfect pet before the day is over.
The mere thought of that makes my poor, abused, slut-soaked cock instantly hard. I reach down and stroke it, stretching out the kinks and getting ready for round…hell, I don’t even know what number.
“Jesus, doesn’t that thing ever die?” Dawn snarls, coming back into the room. She got up early this morning to shower and gargle. I offered to join her and she threw her phone at me.
“Why don’t you hop on and I’ll take you for a ride? I’ve worn out your girlfriend’s cunt. You haven’t let me near yours.”
“Nothing gets inside of me that might kill me.”
I bark out a laugh, because really this bitch has no idea. But she might learn.
She begged her girl to use condoms last night. When I threatened to walk, the redhead immediately caved. Dawn wouldn’t come near my cock, but I doubt she would have even if I had gloved up. She sure as hell didn’t turn down eating out the cum-soaked pussy. She hated it, but she was desperate to remind her girlfriend that she was still in the room.
It had to be a blow to Dawn’s ego to realize the woman she loved couldn’t have given a fuck if she was here or not.
“Don’t tell me you’re that scared of dicks. I won’t believe that shit. Your girl told me you used to have a man, before her sweet little snatch lured you to the dark side.”
“Please, you’re making me sick,” Dawn mutters, flopping down on the bed beside me, although not too close. The redhead lets out a loud snore and I watch as Dawn narrows her eyes at her. She’s so fucking pissed, she could choke the woman herself. I see it.
Suddenly, I’m in an even bigger mood to play. I let my hand wrap in the pretty auburn strands of the sleeping girl, then I pull.
“Ow,” the bitch cries. She slowly focuses on me, smiling and practically purring, as her dilated eyes open wider.
“How’s my pretty playmate this morning?”
“Hungry,” she moans.
“What do you want, Pet?” I ask her, yanking her hair tighter pulling back so she can see Dawn. “You want to eat your girl’s pretty pussy?”
Oh if looks could kill, I wouldn’t be breathing right now.
Dawn makes pushing her buttons so much fun.
“Glenna,” Dawn says, but she’s interrupted.
“No,” Glenna whines, pulling on my hold to look up at me while licking her tongue.
“Does the pretty girl want more of my cock?”
Her body trembles like a fucking bitch pup in heat. When I glance over at Dawn, I decide it’s time to make this a little more interesting.
I reach under the mattress. I put a couple of things I knew I would need there. It seemed the best place to hide them. I find the small vile of coke—laced with a little surprise. I grab the cap between my teeth and open it. Glenna’s eyes are on me, but it’s Dawn who is watching me so close the heat from her glare makes pre-cum leak down my cock.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Like you don’t know,” I laugh. “I think it’s time to make this party even more fun.”
“Fuck no. I didn’t agree to that shit.”
“You can’t convince me you don’t party. I know better.”
“I didn’t say that, but I didn’t sign on for that this weekend,” Dawn growls.
“You need to unwind. This will help and think about how much fun Glenna will be once the edge is taken off. She’ll let you do whatever you want to her,” I bait her.
“She’ll let me do what I want, anyway. She loves me” Dawn says, and it’s fucking hard not to laugh out loud. I’ve done my research. I always do.
I use the firm hold I have on Glenna’s hair to flip her over on her back. The hungry little slut is so ready she instantly spreads her legs, bending them at the knees and opening wide for me. I know Dawn doesn’t miss that at all.
It makes her angrier.
“Strip, Dawn. Let me show you how much fun I can make things for you.”
“I don’t want your cock,” she mutters, her eyes still glued to her girlfriend’s pussy.
I put a line of coke on one of Glenna’s pretty little tits.
“I can’t reach it,” she whines, pulling on my hold.
“Stop fighting me, bitch. You can have yours off the lips of Dawn’s pussy. What do you say, Dawn?” I question her, my tone mocking.
“I need to check in with my sister,” she says, her eyes never leaving the coke. Yeah, she’s partied before and now she’s definitely interested. It never ceases to amaze me how good I am at understanding what drives people.
“Do a line. While you’re waiting for the hit to deepen, we’ll send her a selfie of the three of us showing her you’re both happy. Then, once that’s out of the way, we’ll let our little red-headed whore eat your neglected little pussy.”
“What you will be doing?” she says, as if she’s not convinced. We both know she is, but I push her even more. I know what she wants, even if I’m not sure she does. I’ll be glad to show her, however.
“Drilling her ass without lube to punish her for ignoring you.”
“You’re a sadistic fuck,” Dawn says, but I notice she’s not telling me that I can’t do it.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. Don’t worry. I’ll make her bleed for you. You’ll like that won’t you?” I ask her and I don’t miss the light that sparkles in her eyes in that moment. What do you say, Dawn?”
“You sure this is what you want, Glenna?”
“Quit fucking around, Dawn. I want to p
arty. You don’t like it, get the fuck out,” Glenna says, her words slurred from the hit of coke I gave her earlier. Dawn didn’t know about that. She wasn’t ready, but oh, she is now.
“Fine, whatever. You better make it good,” Dawn growls and I reach over to the nightstand and give her the small cut-off straw. She takes it begrudgingly and snorts her line.
“Now get undressed.”
“We have to take a picture for my sister,” she reminds me.
“We’ll get under the sheet.”
“I want my coke, damn it,” Glenna moans.
“You better hurry, or I’m going to fuck her without letting you play,” I taunt Dawn. “And I doubt she’ll notice you’re even here after that.”
“I hate you,” Dawn growls, taking her robe off, throwing it on the floor.
“Where’s your phone?” I ask her.
“Fuck that shit is powerful,” Dawn says, already starting to float into the land of happy. I’ll need to move fast if I’m truly going to enjoy this.
“Where’s your phone?” I ask again.
“Night…nightstand drawer,” she says, her head going back as she lets the hit settle.
I reach over and get it, then settle on the bed with Glenna between me and Dawn. I hold out the phone, aiming it so all three of us are reflected on the screen.
“Say cheese,” I tell them and the bitches say it like my puppets, but then that’s exactly what they are. I quickly send the photo to Ellie, satisfaction flooding through me. “There that’s done. Let’s get this party started!”
I lean down spreading some coke on the bare lips of Dawn’s pussy. She’s wet, I can smell her. I think I’m going to fuck that cunt later, just for shits and giggles. I find the straw that Dawn left earlier and hand it to Glenna.
“Now?” Glenna pants.
“Definitely, now,” I tell her, with a wink at Dawn.
This is going to be fun….
Ellie
“You look way too happy, Ellie. I’m not used to that,” Harvey says when I hang up.
“Gee thanks, Harvey,” I mutter, getting a customer a shot of tequila.
“I mean it, what’s going on? Hell, Trina says you haven’t even complained of a migraine all week.”
I hold my head down as I think about that. He’s right. I’ve not really had a bad headache since I let Liam back in.
“I’m….” I stop for a minute as the gravity of what I’m saying hits me so strong that my knees threaten to buckle.
“Ellie?”
“I’m getting back together with my ex-husband.”
“Shit. I didn’t even know you had a man,” Harvey mumbles, looking at me strangely.
“Yeah. He lives in Tennessee.”
“Hold up. Is he dragging his ass up here?”
“I…We haven’t talked a lot about it yet, Harvey, but if things work out…”
“You’re going to leave me,” Harvey mutters.
“Yeah, I…I’ll go back to Tennessee.”
“Is he good to you, Ellie?”
“Really good,” I tell him, without so much as a pause.
“You’re going to have to introduce me to him, Ellie. I’m okay with losing you if he’s a good man, but I’m not letting some asshole get his hands on you and hurt you all over again.”
“Careful, Harvey. You almost sound like you have a heart there,” I tell him with a grin.
“You’re a good woman, even if your family is a little out there. At least they’re all hot to look at. How is that mom of yours? Still single?”
“Ew. Don’t even think about it.”
“What? You don’t think I’m good enough for her?” he demands, and I can’t tell if he’s upset or if he’s yanking my chain.
“You know better, but I know too much about you.”
“Like what?” he asks, but I can see the smile he’s trying to hide.
“Like the fact that you like sex a lot.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Ellie,” he says, laughing so hard that his belly shakes. Harvey is a big man, almost as tall as Liam. He’s also heavy and I don’t know a man around who wouldn’t worry about taking him on. He looks like a defensive lineman for the Dallas Cowboys—only his gear and padding are all real.
“It’s not unless the woman in your bed is my mother. Then, it’s just gross.”
“Everyone needs love, even moms.”
“I just don’t want to know about it. With you I would and I’ve worked here long enough to hear about your kinky side, too, Harvey. You and my mom? That would scar my soul.”
“Fuck you,” he laughs. “Get to work. For now, you still work here and I’m not paying you to sit around and destroy my sex life.”
“Yeah, right,” I laugh, feeling my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I frown, because I just got off the phone with Liam. I take it out and see a message notification from my sister and relax. She’s checking in. I mean I told her to, but I didn’t think she actually would. My sister usually ignores me—especially when I’m pissed, and she knows I am pissed about her and Mom hiding the fact Liam called me.
I open the message and she didn’t say anything, just sent me a picture. Proof she’s pouting at me. We’ll make up, of course, but I am hurt and it’s going to take me a bit to get past it. Which probably makes me a bitch, considering my history with Liam…but, I can’t help it.
I look at the picture and roll my eyes. Gross, they’re all in bed together. I start to shut off the phone, when something catches my eye. It’s the man that they’re with. I know that guy. Dawn gave me his name, it’s the one that Liam did the check on. Reggie. I know he came back cleared, but…
The guy in this picture is the same one that showed up at the club. He introduced himself to me. He’s the same creepy guy that set off every internal alarm bell I had and when he told me his name, he didn’t mention the name Reggie.
He said Charlie.
Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe I’m overreacting. But the longer I stare at this picture, the more I can feel the panic build up. Why would he lie about his name? I mean, maybe he’s like Liam and Charlie is a first name and Reggie his middle. But, if he goes by Reggie….
I text her, thinking if she texts back I’ll relax, that it’s all just a big misunderstanding.
Are you okay, Dawn?
It feels like forever while I wait for a return message. When nothing comes, I look to make sure I have signal. I miraculously have a full bar lit up.
But still no reply.
Then, I take in the fact that in the picture they’re all smiling but the guy—whoever, he is—his smile is different. It’s harsher, darker, and he looks…
Evil.
“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Harvey asks. I stare at my sister’s picture, use my fingers to enlarge it. Something isn’t right with her. She looks out of it. My heart squeezes in my chest.
“Harvey, I have to go. Something is wrong with Dawn,” I tell him. I move from the bar, never looking up at Harvey. I stop moving at all when a text comes back. My heart is pounding, blood thundering in my ears, almost drowning out the notification, as I check the message.
Dawn’s a little busy. See you soon, Eleanor.
My hand is so tight on my phone it’s painful. My entire body is trembling.
Did I tell this guy my full name?
The whole conversation is a blank right now.
I want to talk to Dawn.
He doesn’t reply. The message shows delivered, but not read.
Fuck this.
I dial the phone. It goes straight to voicemail. With shaking hands, I try again.
Same thing.
There’s a slim chance they’re all having sex and I’m being the moron sister who likes to control shit too much, but I know in my heart something is wrong. I could call Liam, but I don’t know how to explain it. He might think I’m getting upset over nothing. I just know that I’m not. Something is wrong.
I know it.
I make it to my car
, with Harvey yelling after me. It’s only then that I realize I’d been running. Still, Harvey is about to catch up with me, but I am in my car and peeling out of the parking lot before he has a chance to stop me.
Please, God, let my sister be okay. Let me be wrong.
Wolf
I shut off Dawn’s phone, wishing I could see Eleanor’s face at the moment. It’s sad that I can’t. She’s smart enough to know this is going to go bad. She’s probably running to her little fuck-buddy now. I’ve stayed ahead of the Savage Brothers for over a year now. They’re so useless. If she thinks they are going to be able to help her now, she’s in for a big surprise.
The two bitches I’m with are moaning on the bed. For Glenna, I’m thinking it’s all about the drugs coursing through her system, she’s had far more than Dawn. For Dawn? She’s finally got her woman back. I’ll have fun taking that from her in a bit, but for now let her have her fun. I carry Dawn’s phone over to the cheap dresser and using the pocket knife I put there earlier, I pry open the back panel of her phone and take the battery out.
I can’t have them trying to trace the fucking thing and ruining the party too soon. I already threw Glenna’s away before we even began our fun.
I walk back over to the bed and I can tell Dawn is close to coming. Glenna has her head buried between Dawn’s legs, and Dawn has her fingers wrapped in her lover’s hair. She looks so happy, pleasure and drugs thrumming through her. It’s time to introduce her to a little bit of pain.
“I’m starting to feel left out girls,” I announce, smiling when Dawn opens her eyes to glare at me.
Glenna looks up from Dawn’s pussy, letting out this overly-loud annoying giggle.
“We can’t have that. Lay down and I’ll climb on board,” she tries to purr. Her words are slurred, even though I weakened her last dose. If I gave her just a little more, it might kill her. There wouldn’t be much fun in that. What I have planned for this little redhead is much better.
“But then, you’d have to give up eating Dawn out and she was enjoying that. Aren’t you, Dawn?”
“Come back down here, Glenna,” Dawn says, she’s trying her best to sound pouty, but I hear the thread of anger that she can’t disguise no matter how high she is.
