THE DEVIL’S BABY

by Naomi West

  A smile over her shoulder let me know that she’d heard my request. Soon, she returned with another bottle of red and a washcloth. She popped open the bottle, poured us both another glass, and set to work wiping off the table.

  “Thanks for the food,” I said, taking another sip.

  “Don’t mention it,” she said with a smile.

  Once the table was cleaned off, I decided that I couldn’t do any more staring at Star. It was time for more.

  “Go into the lounge,” I said.

  Her mouth flat, she nodded and got up.

  She’s learning well, I thought.

  I grabbed the bottle of wine and headed in. Star was there waiting for me, standing still just like I’d commanded her to do. Taking a pull from the wine, I walked around her, looking her tasty little body up and down. Was tonight the night that playtime would be over? The night that I’d give this girl the fucking that I’d been holding off on?

  Possibly.

  “Take off your clothes,” I said, letting her take a long pull from the wine before I sat back down on the couch.

  She obeyed, and I could tell from her unsteadiness that the wine was getting to her, just as it was to me. Soon, she stood in front of me in nothing but a sexy little set of lacy red underwear, her eyes fixed forward. I wanted her so fucking badly, but I made sure not to show it.

  Sitting there, looking over her tight little body, I knew that it was time to take things to the next level.

  Chapter Eleven

  Star

  As I stood in the center of the lounge, waiting for Tank’s command, I couldn’t help but notice two things. The first was just how tipsy I’d gotten. The second was a curiosity at why he hadn’t just taken me in the way he clearly wanted. So far, he’d only made me … perform for him. I knew that it was just a matter of time before he took my virginity.

  And, as strange as it might sound, I was getting to the point where I wanted him to. I’d gotten so used to pleasing him that it seemed to only make sense that I continue to please him in whatever way I could. This thought was a little frightening to me—was I starting to see myself as the piece of property I’d been sold as?

  “Come here,” said Tank, beckoning me over with a flick of his fingers.

  I walked over to him slowly, stopping only a few feet away from him.

  “Let’s start with a lap dance,” he said, his face impassive.

  He flicked on the music, which sounded like Prince. The sleazy, sultry music played at a loud volume, and I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to let my body follow the beat. Soon, I began to rock my hips back and forth in time to the music, letting it flow through me. First, I danced in front of Tank, letting him get a long look at my body in motion. Part of me still went on alert at being objectified like this, but as our sessions went on, I found myself more and more enjoying his attention, enjoying his eyes on me, enjoying knowing that the mere sight of my exposed flesh was enough to get Tank unspeakably aroused. I’d never felt this kind of pull over a man before, and I was starting to like it.

  I continued to dance, eventually closing the distance between him and me, squatting down just a bit and lowering myself to his eye level. Dancing still felt a little awkward, but I was getting the hang of it. It was almost as though I had a natural sense of just how to move my body, and all it took was Tank slowly chipping away at my inhibitions. And, of course, the wine helped a bit.

  Moving closer to Tank, I dipped my ass onto his crotch, rubbing my rear against him. Through the thick denim of his jeans, I could feel his penis turn hard, like a sharp bump under the fabric of his pants. A strange sort of warmth began to radiate out from me; it felt … good to know I was turning him on so much.

  Tank put his hands on my hips as I ground against him, and I reached back to undo the clasps of my bra. Once it was done, I pulled the bra off and tossed it aside before turning and exposing my bare breasts to him. His eyes locked onto my boobs right away and that same warmth in me began to grow as he eyed my nipples hungrily. Then, taking a breast in each hand, he pressed his mouth to one nipple, then the other. Goddamn, it felt good. He lashed the sensitive skin of my nipples with his tongue, and I couldn’t help but let a little moan slip out of my lips.

  But before I could get too turned on, he spoke again.

  “Get on your knees.”

  I obeyed. I was now so close to his crotch that I could see his cock tenting the denim of his jeans.

  “Take it out.”

  I took in a deep breath, my heart racing as I went to work on his belt buckle and zipper. Once those were taken care of, I yanked down his jeans. My eyes went wide; if the mass straining against his black boxer-briefs was any indication, his manhood must have been absolutely enormous. I slipped my fingers underneath his waistband and pulled down.

  Sure enough, it was absolutely enormous.

  “You know what to do with that?” he asked, looking down at me.

  “Um, I—”

  “Don’t talk,” he said. “Just do.”

  I gulped, turning my attention back to his penis. I sized the thing up, trying to figure out how to best start. Just like I was a virgin with regular sex, blowjobs were also something I had zero experience with. I knew I needed to put my mouth on it, but that was as far as my understanding went.

  Might as well start and figure it out from there, I thought.

  I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around the thick girth of Tank’s cock, stroking it slowly as I prepared myself to take it into my mouth. Moving closer, I breathed in, taking in the strangely attractive musk of Tank’s manhood. Then I pressed my lips against his head. I just kissed it at first, figuring that would be a good place to start. Then I opened my mouth, letting my tongue slowly move over the surface of his cock. I paid most of my attention to his head, having heard once from a more experienced high school friend of mine that it was where men liked to be touched.

  I licked and kissed him as I continued to stroke his cock, now getting into something of a rhythm. But I knew that eventually, I was going to have to take him into my mouth.

  Now or never, I thought.

  I opened my mouth and brought it over Tank’s cock, wrapping my lips tightly around the ridge of his head. I held it there for a moment, getting used to the feeling of him in my mouth. Then I began to use my tongue, moving it along the ridge of his cock. Tank took in a slow breath through his nostrils, and I took this to mean that I was doing something right. I kept my hand stroking him as I held him in my mouth, giving his cock a good, firm tug.

  Tank ran his hands through my hair, getting a better look at the sight of me with a mouthful of him. I moved my head down, taking more and more of him into my mouth. Soon, I had half of his length in my mouth, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to take any more. I moved my head back, taking his cock out of my mouth and catching my breath.

  Okay, I thought, just keep doing that.

  I went back to work. I opened my mouth and took him again, this time going fully down his length and bobbing back up, repeating the motion over and over. It was a little tricky to balance this with the stroking of my other hand, but I was getting the hang of it. Eventually, I was able to suck him at a steady pace, and Tank’s breathing began to quicken. I didn’t know if he was going to cum in my mouth, but I prepared myself for the possibility.

  After a few more minutes of this, Tank wrapped his hand in my hair and gently led me back up to my feet. I looked down at his massive cock, which was now slick and sheened with saliva. He stood up, staring down hard at me.

  Then, something strange came over me, some sort of all-consuming passion that I couldn’t ignore. Looking up into Tank’s piercing eyes, I stood on my tiptoes, and brought his lips to mine, kissing him hard. He went along with it for a time, even returning the kiss. But before it could turn into anything more than that, Tank’s body tensed up. He placed hands on my hands and forcefully moved me away from him. His face was now in an expression of something resembling anger.

/>   Had I done something wrong?

  “Don’t ever do that again,” he said, his voice stern.

  “Do … what?” I asked.

  “No kissing,” he said. “Rule number fucking one.”

  “What?” I said, stepping back from him. “Why?”

  “I don’t need to explain myself to you,” he said, standing firm.

  He picked up the remote and killed the music. Then he pulled up his pants, zipped up, and did his belt.

  “That’s enough for tonight,” he said.

  Then he turned and headed out of the room, leaving me standing there as alone and confused as ever.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tank

  I was fucking kicking myself. I couldn’t believe that I’d let my guard down so much with Star that when she kissed me I went along with it. Stupid, stupid. I could’ve told her when it happened that I didn’t kiss the property, but was so goddamn mad at myself that I wanted to get right out of there as fast as fucking possible.

  So I grabbed a bottle of wine on the way upstairs and spent the rest of the night drinking and thinking about just what I’d gotten myself into. It wasn’t a catastrophic situation, sure, but it would require a retooling of how I was doing things. I blamed the dinner. I’d let Star lull me into a state of domestic stupor; the wine had definitely played a part, too. I had to figure out how I was going to balance the fact that I didn’t want her to get too close or comfortable with the fact that, well, I liked having her there.

  Fucking bullshit. That next morning I decided to focus my attention back to what I needed to get done that day. Namely, meeting up with Dakin and finalizing the arms deal. I was sure he was going to go along with it, but until those weapons were sitting in my warehouse waiting to be sold I wasn’t going to rest easy.

  Cruiser and I were meeting Dakin and the rest of his men some other location in the area, so I killed time around the house until around noon when I got the text with the details. I wasn’t sure where Star was; I figured that me putting her in her place last night probably had gotten her good and shook up. Likely, she was hiding out in her room until I was gone. I considered letting her know that I wasn’t pissed off, but I decided that could wait. I had more important shit to worry about at the moment.

  Still, as I rode down to the meeting place, I couldn’t help but find myself thinking about her more and more. It was like she’d hijacked my thoughts. The image of her grinding on me last night, my cock in her mouth … they were getting me all kinds of turned on. I decided during the ride that I’d settle the matter by giving her the fucking that I’d been holding off on. Pounding a girl to kingdom come was always a good way of letting her know just who was in charge.

  After an hour or so of riding, I came across the location. Dakin and his men were there, and I was eager to get the negotiations behind us. Cruiser pulled up a few minutes after I arrived, and the two of us greeted Dakin and the rest.

  But as I shook Dakin’s hand, I couldn’t help but notice that there was an edge to how he was acting. His expression was hard, and I didn’t detect a bit of camaraderie. I kept myself a little on edge, now wondering if this deal was gonna go sideways.

  “We ready to do this?” I asked, my eyes on the shipping container packed full of goods.

  “Little change in terms,” said Dakin.

  “Oh?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

  “Price is up fifty percent.”

  “What?” I asked, the words coming out in a snarl.

  Dakin’s men tensed up, their hands moving towards the guns at their hips.

  “Price is up fifty percent since last time?” I asked. “Why the fuck is that?”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Cruiser looking at me with an expectant expression. He was just as knocked on his ass by this as I was.

  “I’ve been doing a little thinking,” said Dakin, hooking his thumbs into his belt and pacing with leisurely steps back and forth. “And I realized that this little deal we’re cooking up is the perfect chance for me to get my hands on something that you have that I want.”

  “Oh?” I asked. “And what the hell do you want exactly besides my money?”

  “You need to ask?” asked Dakin, stopping and turning towards me. “It’s that little piece of ass that you bought out from under me. Duh.”

  I stopped cold.

  “The fuck you say?”

  “You heard me,” said, Dakin, not bothered a bit by my objection. “I want that blonde piece. And you’re not getting your hands on so much as a BB gun from this shipment unless I do.”

  “Dakin, are you kidding me?”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Dakin was holding up what might be one of the biggest money-making opportunities he’d have just to … what, get back at me?

  “My man,” I said, evening my tone and trying to talk some sense into him, “I bought Star fair and square.”

  “Oh, ‘Star’?” he asked, scoffing. “You and the meat are on a first-name basis? Cute.”

  I ignored this and kept on. “I bought her fair and square. That deal’s long done, and there’s no point in bringing it into what we got going on here.”

  “No point?” he said, clearly getting a little pissed off that I hadn’t just agreed to it right off the bat “I’ll tell you what does or doesn’t have a ‘point’. I wanted that girl, and you knew it. That’s the only reason why you swooped in from under me and bought her.”

  He was dead wrong, but what was I supposed to say—that I had a strange compulsion to buy her?

  “Listen,” I said. “Maybe when this is all said and done, I’ll buy you a girl at the next auction—kind of a little bonus on top of everything.”

  “Nah, fuck that,” said Dakin, a wildness glowing in his eyes. “I want that girl—Star, whatever the fuck her name is. And this deal’s just gonna get more and more expensive until you agree to my terms. Got it?”

  I could see that there was no negotiating with him.

  “Got it,” I said.

  “Good,” said Dakin, a smart-ass little smile on his mouth. “I’ll give you a little time to think it over. You know how to find me when you make the right call.”

  With that, he turned, whistled, and waved his hand, directing the driver of the truck to which the shipping container was attached to move out. The rest of the members of Dakin’s gang climbed onto their bikes, and within a couple of minutes they’d torn out of there, leaving just me and Cruiser.

  “I need a fuckin’ drink,” I said through clenched teeth as I started off towards my bike.

  Cruiser scrambled after me, and about twenty minutes of hard riding later, we were in some shitty nearby dive.

  “Fucking bullshit!” shouted Cruiser, banging his hand on the table bar, attracting the attention of the people there, the sort of low-life drunks who’d be slamming beer at two in the afternoon at some run-down bar in the middle of nowhere. “Why the hell does he is that he thinks he can hold up this deal over some piece of pussy?”

  To my surprise, I felt my hackles rise at this. Though that’s all Star was, a piece of ass that I’d bought for a premium price, something about Cruiser referring to her as such didn’t sit right with me. But I let it pass.

  “It’s fucking unprofessional is what it is,” I said, taking a sip of my drink. “We all stand to make some serious money from this deal, and he’s holding it all up just because he needs to get his nut. Can’t believe this shit.”

  “So, when you gonna hand the girl over?” asked Cruiser.

  “Huh?”

  “Whaddya mean, ‘huh’?” he asked. “Dakin wants the girl, simple as that. Just sell her for whatever he wants and let’s get this deal going.”

  “You remember I’m the one leading this club, right?” I said, jabbing a finger in Cruiser’s direction. “You wanna give a suggestion, fine. But don’t presume to tell me what to do.”

  “But … what’re you gonna do, then? You think you’re gonna just tell him no or something?
”

  I slammed a shot of whiskey, winced, and followed it with a chaser of beer.

  “Letting Dakin have her just like that wouldn’t solve a damn thing,” I said, flagging down the bartender for another shot. “In fact, it’d be just the beginning. He’d know that he could tack on whatever terms he wanted to any deal from here on out and we’d have to go along with it.”

  I was being disingenuous and I knew it. Sure, there was some truth to what I was saying, but the main thrust behind my words was not wanting to give up Star. Especially to a fucker like Dakin. I knew how he treated his girls, and I didn’t want Star to be any part of that. She was … different. There was an innocence, or something, to her that I felt like I needed to protect. I had no idea where these thoughts were coming from; they were weird fucking things to be thinking about an auction girl.