So I decided to punish him the best way I possibly could.
With my mouth.
I worked his cock with my lips, with my tongue, with my throat. I felt so many pairs of eyes on me it made me feel dirty as fuck, but I didn’t want to stop. I had to suck him down, I had to suck him clean. I had to get every drop of his cum down my throat. I had to know what he tasted like.
Beau’s eyes grew cloudier, his hands gripping the armrests harder. I could hear Sandro pumping his own dick as he watched me work my man, his hands stroking the length of his huge cock, his mouth making appreciative sounds as I fucked my own throat with Beau’s dick.
“Good girl,” Beau groaned, and I sucked harder. I could feel him twitching in my mouth. “Good girl, babydoll, keep working. You’re doing a good job, come on, just a little bit more. Just a little bit…”
I sucked him deeper and he cursed out loud.
I moved away for a second, looking up at him.
“Like that, Beau?” I asked gently, but he wouldn’t answer. His hands left the chair and he wrapped them roughly in my hair, so hard I felt like he would tear my hair out of my head. He forced my head down, so deep I choked. And suddenly it wasn’t a game anymore, it wasn’t about me teasing him, playing around with his cock and trying to see how far I could push him. Now it was serious, and his hands weren’t letting go as he forced his cock deeper, groaning out loud when I choked and gagged on the length of him.
“That’s better,” Sandro growled. I could hear the sounds of his cock against his palm. Wet. He must’ve been soaked in precum, watching me like that. “Make her fucking take it. Make her fucking drink you down. Your girl would look so fucking pretty with a handprint on her face.”
Beau pulled me off and I struggled against his hands in my hair, desperate to get my mouth back on his cock. I knew I looked crazy, like a wild animal, struggling against him so he’d let me work his cock again.
He stood up above me, and I felt the tension in the room shift. I glanced at Sandro, who had one hand on his throbbing cock and the other at his waist where his gun was waiting to fire hot, bloody shots inside my body.
But Beau wasn’t focusing on the Georgians for once. His eyes were on me, only on me.
“Drink,” he ordered me, and shoved his cock so deep down my throat I felt it bulging through my neck.
Everyone watched as I choked, sputtered, trying to catch my breath but only managing to get his cock deeper down my throat. I couldn’t breathe. My eyes were watering so much I could barely make out the shapes of the men in the room anymore. I couldn’t even see Beau. All I knew was the sensation of having his dick throb in my throat.
I moaned against him and it set him off, his cock jerking, throbbing in my mouth while Sandro groaned out loud.
“Look at me,” Beau barked at me, and my eyes fluttered open, connecting with his. The tears fell, and my vision wasn’t so cloudy anymore. I stared up at him as he started moving his hips, fucking my mouth until I gagged so much my mouth sputtered saliva all over him. I couldn’t catch my breath. The part of my throat that was supposed to breathe was filled with so much cock I couldn’t even keep my eyes open from the lack of oxygen.
“Make her take it,” Sandro grunted. “Make her fucking take it.”
Beau grasped my head tighter and fucked it. He pushed inside me with so much force I cried around his cock. I struggled, even though I’d promised myself I wouldn’t. But panic took over, panic and adrenaline, and I struggled so much he had to hold me down so he could finish down my throat.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Come on, babydoll. Open the fuck up.”
I did, not because I wanted to swallow, but because I wanted to scream.
And then I felt him coming, spurting so much hot cum down my throat my eyes widened, and I lapped at it as he pulled out a little to watch me drink him down. I didn’t care about oxygen anymore. I wanted to swallow him up, I wanted to show him what a good girl I could be. I felt myself getting there, my pussy tightening impossibly, desperate for somebody to touch it. I needed to come. I needed to come with him.
“Fucking amazing,” one of the Georgians breathed, and Sandro just stared as I lapped Beau’s cum up, my eyes seeing stars as I stared up at him.
“Please,” I whispered, cum dripping down my chin. “Please let me come.”
“Come for me,” Beau ordered, and my body dissolved in a mess of moans, cum dripping down from my chin and onto my pushed-up tits. I came apart at his feet, with his hands firmly in my hair and his cock leaking the last of his cum all over my chest. I’d never come like that. Like waves crashing me against a sandy beach, pulling me under, nearly making me drown. I cried. I cried so much it wasn’t even soft little sounds, it was choking, and begging, and my pussy quivering impossibly as I folded into a little ball at his feet.
Beau dragged me back between his legs by my hair and I curled into his crotch, desperate for another lick of his cock. But he put it away, zipping up his pants and stroking my hair gently as I cried.
“She’s new,” he said to Sandro. “But she’ll fucking learn better than any of your drugged-out whores.”
13 Beau
I laid down my cards and everyone sighed in exasperation. Another fucking win. I was going to leave there a very rich man.
I could tell this wasn’t alright with some of the men in the room. The men who had been watching me since I arrived, their eyes on my hands, trying to see if I was cheating, if I was trying to game the system. I looked at them with an easy smile, my hand still resting on the top of Lucy’s head, stroking her hair gently.
She was at my feet, still dressed up in my favorite little outfit. She had been a very good girl all night.
“You seem to like taking risks,” Sandro told me with a smile as I collected my winnings. I was just about to call it a night. Better to quit when I was ahead, and we still needed to find out as much as we possibly could about Charli and her whereabouts.
“How about a real fucking risk, uts’kho?” Sandro went on, leaning across to stare at me over the table. His own pets were sprawled between his legs, sucking his dick still, even though they’d made him cum several times already. It was fucking terrible watching their expressions, barely changing when they got another load out of the enormous Georgian.
“What are we talking about here?” I asked absentmindedly, still stroking Lucy’s hair. I had special plans for her once I got her home. I was going to treat her like a real whore before I tucked her into bed.
“A risk. One million,” he said with a grin. “Yours, if you dare to do it. No matter the outcome.”
“The game?” I asked, suddenly feeling curious. Sandro grinned at me, motioning towards one of the guards.
“Why, Russian Roulette, of course,” he said easily, taking a gun and a bullet from one of the guards. He got up from his seat, kicking the two girls between his legs to the side and smiling cruelly at Lucy.
I fucking wanted him dead.
He approached my girl easily, as if he fucking owned her. He slipped a thumb inside her mouth and made her open up, looking at him drowsily, still recovering from her orgasm. I had to bury my hands in her hair so I wouldn’t slap Sandro for touching my property.
He examined her mouth, turning her face side to side, and when he was pleased with what he saw, he placed a bullet between her front teeth. Lucy’s eyes widened as she bit into it.
“You want me to play Russian Roulette?” I asked Sandro, trying to hold back my rage. “I’ve done it before. I’m not fucking scared.”
“So we’re on?” he asked with a sly grin, exposing all those disgusting gold teeth. He held the gun out towards me.
“Yes, we’re on,” I smiled wide. “Let’s play.”
“One more thing,” he said with a wicked grin. My heart plummeted. I knew this wasn’t going to be good. “You’ll be pointing the gun at her head, not yours.”
My blood chilled in my veins. I looked down at Lucy, but she was still so fucking out o
f it she probably didn’t even know what was going on. I wanted to take it back, say I’d never hurt my girl, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. None of the Georgians would take us seriously if I backed down now. I had to fucking go through with whatever game they wanted me to play to amuse themselves.
He pulled on Lucy’s hair and she whimpered. She was still so out of it. So fucking dazed. Her beautiful eyes were on mine as Sandro held her head back. Big, pleading, watering already. Don’t do this, please. Her teeth chattered around the bullet in her mouth. Don’t. Do. This. Please.
I stroked Lucy’s hair thoughtfully, then reached for my zipper. My cock, which she’d sucked half to death, was getting hard again, the veins in it throbbing and making me lightheaded. Lucy’s eyes widened so nicely as she looked up at me, searching my eyes for an explanation.
I stroked her cheek and made her hand me the bullet with her teeth. I took it out of her mouth, muttered a ‘good girl’ and smoothed her hair down. She was being such a fucking treat. I bet she didn’t know how much my heart was thumping inside my chest, trying to please the Georgians. I’d never been more scared in my life, but I hid it well.
“Lucy,” I said gently. “I have a choice for you, okay, pretty girl?”
She nodded, her eyes fluttering open so fast. She was terrified. So was I.
“Do you want to suck my cock again?” I asked her, putting the bullet inside the gun in my hands. I could her hear swallow, she did it so fucking loudly. “Or do you want to suck the barrel?”
The entire room was perfectly silent. Every man in there had his eyes on me, on my girl. They were waiting for her to rebel. Waiting for a chance to shoot her in her pretty head and blame it on her damn disobedience. If I wasn’t trying to feign braveness, I would’ve turned to hit Sandro’s face on the spot. I wanted them all dead for what they were making my girl do.
“I…” Lucy whispered, but no more words came out of her mouth. So fucking scared.
“Make her suck the fucking gun,” Sandro growled, and I glanced at him easily, as if this whole game meant nothing at all to me. But it did. It meant fucking everything. This could make me lose Lucy. My girl. The only light in the darkness that enveloped me, the only light at the end of the tunnel I’d seen for years.
“I… I want you to decide,” Lucy whispered, and my blood chilled in my veins. So fucking trusting. So ready to please me. She would’ve done anything for me. Here was my proof, sprawled between my legs with a loaded gun resting in my lap. She was mine. So perfectly, absolutely mine, she was ready to die for me then and there.
Lucy watched me silently as I nudged the gun closer to her. Scared tears wet her face, sliding down her cheeks in waterfalls that made me feel guiltier than ever.
“Start on my cock,” I told her gently. “Suck my cock a little to get ready for the gun.”
She did a better job than last time, her mouth wrapping round my shaft just so, sucking me down, pulling me into her throat. She was amazing. Perfect. I had to reward her for everything she’d given me that night.
That is, if we got out alive.
“It’s okay,” I told her gently, slowly stroking her long blonde waves. “You’re such a good girl, Lucy. Such a good fucking girl.”
The room was silent as ever. Everyone’s eyes were locked on her, even the whores’. They waited. They waited for her blood to spill.
She looked up at me, her eyes so full of trust it killed me to lift the gun, spin the cylinder and place it on my lap, with the barrel pointed towards her.
“Come on, babydoll,” I told her gently. “Suck the gun now. Be good for me, okay?”
She whimpered, her mouth latching onto my cock, not wanting to let go. I grabbed her chin and gently forced it off my cock. She was crying already.
“You trust me, slut.” My voice was dark, but strong. I hoped she believed me. “Trust me and it will be okay.”
She stared with her soul so broken I wondered if we’d ever be able to get all the pieces from the floor in that wretched fucking building.
Finally, Lucy nodded, her tears barely held back. Some of them still slipped down her cheeks, gently, slowly. She looked so fucking sexy in tears, with her black eyeliner smudged, her lashes thick and long against her cheeks.
“Suck it,” I told her again gently, slowly guiding her mouth to the gun. She closed her eyes tightly when her mouth made contact with the barrel. She licked it tentatively. Scared. So fucking scared. My own heart was pounding so loudly I wondered if anyone else could hear it.
“Harder,” I barked at her, and she cried out as I made her wrap her mouth around the barrel, all the way. It was inside her now. One shot, and my girl could be dead.
But Lucy did as she was told. The perfect little slut, my sweet little fuck-toy. There was nothing she’d say no to anymore. She was fucking mine, and she was proving it with each sucking motion on the gun in her mouth. My cock hardened next to her and she eyed it with so much need it made me twitch.
She closed her eyes so tightly, and I could tell she was picturing us somewhere else, somewhere safer. She wanted the gun to be my dick, but she didn’t say a word. Just sucked it deeper.
“What a bad toy,” Sandro grunted, his cock firmly in his fist. “Can’t even look her damn master in his eyes. You going to let that fly, uts’kho?”
I forced her chin up, as gently as I dared.
“Open them,” I told her, my voice sounding rough and foreign as I ordered her around.
Her lashes fluttered open, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. So beautiful. So vulnerable. Fucking mine.
“Good girl,” I muttered, and pushed the gun deeper down her throat.
Tears poured down her cheeks. I kept going. Kept getting her so fucking close with my eyes on hers and her tongue flicking along the cool metal of the gun, sucking it until she moaned and whimpered like a little whore.
Her eyes found mine, and spoke to them in whispered promises neither of us could keep.
I might die tonight, but it’s okay. I’m yours. Keep me safe. Keep me yours, her eyes said. And that’s all that matters, that I belong to you.
I tucked my finger against the trigger, my heart beating painfully.
All eyes were on me, the silence deafening.
It was now or never.
I wanted to close my eyes, but knew that I couldn’t.
My hand tensed. My whole body tensed.
And then I pulled the trigger.
And she was still there. My beautiful little slut was still there.
Still breathing, crying hysterically, her mouth spitting out the barrel, a barrage of curse words rolling off her pretty pink tongue.
Sandro laughed out loud and several of the men in the room clapped at the sight in front of them.
Lucy never shut her eyes once when I pulled that trigger. Didn’t even fucking flinch. Her eyes were still wide open, and she kept looking at me as I sent the bullet that could have been down her throat.
I threw the gun across the table with everyone’s eyes on me.
“I think we’re done here, gentlemen,” I said roughly, tucking my cock back inside my pants and pulling Lucy’s shivering body to her feet by her hair. I had to drag her towards her exit, because her lithe body didn’t seem to work anymore.
“I’ll see you some other time. Thanks for the cash.”
14 Lucy
Beau dragged me out of the building. My legs buckled with every step, but he didn’t make any effort to help me. Just dragged me out by my hair while the Georgians stared, and kicked the door shut behind us.
The moment we were alone, he let go of my hair and caught me before I slid onto the gravel. He held me close, pulling me up into his arms and pressing me against his strong chest. My eyes were on his face, staring blankly at the scars that made him so unique and so fucking frightening at the same time.
“It’s okay,” he told me softly. “It’s all okay now, Lucy, you’re going to be fine. I fucking promise. I’m so sorry, babydoll.
I’m so fucking sorry.”
I couldn’t say a word, just let him hold me in his arms and pretend it was going to be alright, even when my mind was screaming at me to run the hell away from him. But I couldn’t. I craved his closeness, craved for Beau to make it all better for me.
“I’m so sorry,” he kept saying over and over again. “Stand up for me, Lucy. Please. Let me see you stand up.”
I tried to pick myself up, tried to stand on the too-high heels I was wearing, but stumbled. Beau caught me before I made contact with the ground and held me up.
“You’re okay,” he told me gently. “It’s all okay. We’re going to get you home. We’ll make sure you’re alright.”
He walked me away from the building, and once we were on the street again, I found some strength inside my body, and I pushed him away with everything I had. Beau stumbled away as adrenaline surged through my veins and I pummeled him with my fists. I was so angry. So angry he’d let that happen to me. I could’ve killed him on the spot, and he was letting me, too. He didn’t even try to stop me from hitting him.
“You almost killed me!” I shouted at him. “I could have died! I could be gone right now!”
“Lucy!” he shouted back at me, finally trying to grab hold of me, but I wouldn’t let him. I hit him like a madwoman. I wanted to draw blood. I wanted to see him fucking hurting for what he’d put me through. “Lucy! Calm the fuck down and listen to me. Please, baby, listen to me, just fucking listen…”
But I wouldn’t. I hit him over and over again until he finally took hold of my wrists with one hand, and slapped me with the other one, hard.
He slapped me so fiercely I stumbled back, but before I could fall down, he caught me in his arms again.
“Shut the fuck up!” he barked at me. “Look here, babydoll, look in my palm, look what’s inside it.”
My body was shaking with pent-up anger, so much frustration inside me I could barely hold it all in. But I still did him that last favor, and looked at his outstretched hand where a single bullet lay on his palm.
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