by Charity B.
“Are you still doing this for her?” She whispers.
Her tears are falling, and I can’t stop myself from touching them.
“No, Nikki. I’m doing this because it’s fucking fun.”
She gives me a look that makes me feel like what I am, what he made me: a monster.
I lift her off the bed. “Come on, let’s go take a shower.”
While I wash our bodies, she kisses my chest and stomach. If she needs the tenderness after the violence, I’ll give it to her. Once she is in her clean clothes, I search inside the duffle and sure enough, there’s a clear baggie of sour tarts and a works kit. I set the tarts on her bed before I prepare her for injection.
“If you would just give in to me, this could be quite pleasurable. I made you come, didn’t I?”
She barely gives me a nod.
I clutch her chin, pinching and forcing her to look at me. “Acknowledge me with words, Lotus.”
Her glare is venomous.
“Yes, Toben.”
Tavin’s body is pressed against mine and we move together so naturally it’s not even a thought anymore. The lights are pulsing in cohesion with the music as Christopher dances in front of her. He won’t get too close, though. Not after I lost it when he told me he kissed her. Punching him may have been an overreaction, but we’re constantly hanging all over each other, it doesn’t take a genius to see she’s off fucking limits. I didn’t let Tav off the hook either. I went off. She didn’t tell me because she knew I’d be pissed and that just pissed me off even more. So hopefully, I made myself clear to both of them.
I know Logan says to not buy drugs, he can be stingy as hell, though. Besides, it’s just a little extra coke. It’ll be gone before we leave tonight. I hold out the carved ivory stash necklace Logan gave me.
“You want some, Love?”
I have to scream over the music and she still can barely hear me. She leans back against me and nods. I spoon out a hit for each nostril, giving her the bump that loosens her all the way up. Hurrying to get a couple hits in, I hand the necklace to Christopher before she wraps her arms around me and gives in to her high.
I’ve wondered if she would let me inside her if I try while she’s coked out or at least let me taste her pussy. She allows herself to fully relax when she’s high and she might not stress out about it so much. She would hate me for it though, and I would hate myself. I want her completely aware and willing when I am finally with her. She rocks her pelvis toward me and I’m not even sure she’s aware she’s doing it. God, I’m hard. I try to adjust myself and I just make it worse.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom, so dance with Christopher. Nothing dirty.” She flinches when I say ‘dirty’ and it’s too loud to explain, so I just yell, “That’s not what I meant.”
She nods and I make my way to the bathroom with every intention of jerking off in the stall, when I bump into a red head in the hallway.
I actually poke a random girl with my boner.
“Shit. Sorry. I was just…gonna take care of that.”
Now I just admitted to the same random girl that I am going to beat off in the bathroom like a creep. She looks me up and down before she presses her body against me and rubs my cock through my jeans. She’s probably close to ten years older than me and hot as hell, while I’m high and horny.
“Why don’t you let me ‘take care of that’?”
Seriously? I must have nodded because she drags me into the women’s bathroom and shoves me into a stall. Next thing I know, she’s on her knees with my dick in her hand. Her tongue swirls over the head before her mouth takes half of it and starts sucking. Oh yeah, this feels awesome. I fist her hair to hold her head in place as I shove myself deeper down her throat. I can’t stop myself from pounding her face.
“Eat my cock, you filthy whore.”
She’s gagging and all I care about is coming. She tries to pull herself off of me, but I’m about to finish, so she isn’t going anywhere. The final pulse pushes my orgasm down her throat. I make sure every drop is out before I release her.
“What the fuck, psycho?!” Her tears meet my come at her chin.
“You’re willing to suck a complete stranger off and now your feelings are hurt because I treat you like the cum-dump you are?” I pull up my pants. “Whatever. You suck good dick, so…thanks.”
I step past her to wash my hands. That was exactly what I needed, I feel much better now. When I get back, Christopher and Tavin are dancing closer than I’d like, although, I just came in some skank’s mouth, so I’ll let it slide.
I come up behind her, wrap my hand around her throat and push her head back to press my mouth against hers.
Five months later—September, 2010
I HATE NEW CLIENTS. I never know what to expect. The type of clientele is a little different since we turned eighteen and this one in particular has me a little on edge. I’ve never been to a Client’s home before. Playdates are mostly in hotels and offices or sometimes they prefer my house for discretionary purposes, but never in their own home. The cab has to get let through a gate before he can drop me in front of a huge, stone castle looking place. There’s a big knocker and there’s also a doorbell. Crap. I was never told which one to use. I stand there, contemplating which would be the safer option, when the door opens.
Another suit. I look up to see the head on the suit and it’s a pretty one. He’s probably in his late thirties to early forties with tan skin, thick dark hair, and a short dark beard. He’s tall and huge with wide shoulders. His eyes are chocolate brown and his face is completely unreadable.
“Is knocking a foreign concept for you?”
Suit? Check. Rich? Check. Condescending jerk? Check, check.
“No, Mr. Saxon.”
He glowers down at me. “Well, come inside.”
This place is kind of ridiculous to be honest. The décor reminds me of old times when there were still Kings and Queens. Does this guy think he’s royalty or something?
I follow him past the huge staircase to a little alcove.
“Have you ever seen a playroom?”
Oh, good Lord this is going to suck.
“No, Mr. Saxon.”
He spins around on me, pinning me against the wall in the narrow passageway. “While I appreciate your respect, you will address me as Master. Is that understood?”
Wow. Really? Not ‘your highness’? I have to refrain from rolling my eyes.
“Yes, Master.”
He releases me and leads me down a set of twisted stairs to a wooden door. When I step into the room, I’m inside an actual torture chamber. I wonder if Logan has seen this. There are tools everywhere and the larger equipment pieces include a giant wooden X and a wooden horse with a big, black pad across it. There isn’t a bed, just a large lounge in the center of the room. What really gets my attention, are the chains hanging from the ceiling.
“Dispose of your clothes and kneel.” I slip off my skirt and tee before I bend over to untie my boots. Suddenly, my panties get ripped from my body.
Great. Now what am I going to wear home?
“Next time wear clothes easier to remove.”
“Yes, Master.”
He slips off his jacket and undoes his tie as I roll down my thigh highs. Throwing my bra onto the pile, I drop to my knees and place my hands on my thighs. He relieves his shirt of its straining, to reveal a well-kept body. Lifting a rope off the wall, he wastes no time tying my wrists behind my waist. He keeps his hand in contact with my skin constantly, as he circles around and crouches down in front of me.
“Your back is a little more marked than I would have preferred,” his hand traces over the lotus, “this though…this I like.” He pushes my legs apart, trailing his finger along my slit and slides it inside. I know I clench around him. My body naturally reacts, further confirming my filth. “Very nice.” He’s almost smiling, but I have a feeling this guy doesn’t do that. “You’re already dripping for me. There aren’t any scars here
and you have quite the vice grip.” He takes out his finger.
After standing, he unzips his pants, and there it is. Another cock. A big cock. I take it in my mouth as deep as I can. I relax my throat and allow it to slide down, as I use all my force. He startles me as a growl rips from his gut, as he grabs a fist full of my hair.
“Fucking Christ.” His thrusts are deep, and still I don’t gag. I don’t make any noise other than the unavoidable wet sounds. It isn’t long before I feel the hot streams as he rumbles out a groan. He pulls out of my mouth and brushes the hair away from my face and lifts my chin. “Oh, I’m going to like you.” He walks to a small dresser before he opens one of the drawers. “Have you ever tried suspension before?”
“No, Master.”
He places multiple packages on a metal tray just before adding four big ol’ hooks on a cart and wheeling it over.
“Stand.”
I obey, even though I’m a little wobbly at first without the use of my hands. I feel something cold and wet wiping across my back, causing some of the newer cuts to bubble with a delicious sting.
“While it might seem scary, it can also be extremely soothing if you let yourself relax.”
He slips on gloves and rips open a package that has a large needle in it. He lightly pinches a piece of skin right by my shoulder blade and I feel the stick of the needle as it punctures through. My pussy clenches and I release a small moan. He repeats the process three more times, going across both shoulders.
Once he’s done piercing my back, he lifts up one of the hooks and slides it through the fresh holes. As soon as all four hooks are in, he leads me to the chains and picks up a stool. He tells me to stand on it while he connects the hooks to the chains, attached to the ceiling. Walking away, he takes off his pants and finishes undressing. While I hate to admit it, at least the view is nice. He strides back to me and I’m almost eye level with him. I like that. Flattening his tongue against my sternum, he licks my lotus before he wraps his massive arms around the top of my thighs to lift me up.
He kicks away the stool beneath me and my heart starts racing. What if my skin rips? Taking a deep breath, I pull myself together. So what if it does? It’s not like I haven’t fantasized about that very thing.
He looks into my eyes and knits his eyebrows together before kissing me. That’s kind of rare actually, for a Client to kiss on the mouth.
“I’ve been aware of you and your services for a couple of years, I’m just not into the kiddie thing.” He pulls back to look at me. “You’re not what I expected, though I have the feeling you’ll be well worth the wait.” His lips move next to my ear as he whispers, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master.”
Slowly, he releases me and backs away as the tightness pulls on my shoulders. It’s not painful at all, really. He was right, it is kind of nice. I look at him and his raised eyebrow. He is pretty cute. I smile at him and his dick jumps.
“What do you think?”
“It feels like I’m in water, but I’m not wet.”
“Are you sure about that? I can smell you from here.”
Oh God.
He steps to the wall and pulls on a chain. I feel the tug in my back as he lifts me higher, and it hurts wonderfully. Once I am at his desired height, he fastens the chain back to the anchor. As soon as he reaches me, he throws my right leg over his shoulder, my pussy level with his mouth. He spreads me apart and slides a couple fingers in and out of me, watching my face the whole time. His tongue suddenly darts out and wet warmth is repeatedly flicking along my clit.
“When you come, call for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
Dang it. I’m breathless and as he continues to suck and finger me, I’m about ready to explode. His mouth devours me as he pulls my body down, causing the hooks to shoot pain down my back. That’s all it takes. I feel myself contracting while my pelvis thrusts against him. “Oh God.” His eyes narrow at me while his tongue is still working overtime. “You’re making me come, Master.”
He moans against me, not stopping even after my orgasm is complete. The sensitivity is excruciating. Still, he continues until he gives me another. Only then does he release me from the chains. He pulls the hooks from my back and spins me around. “I know for a fact that we’re both clean, so I’m going to feel everything inside your tight little body before I fill it with my come.”
Hot panic raises my body temperature instantly.
“No! It’s against the rules! He says no.”
My head’s shaking. Logan will be furious and I don’t want to know what he’d do. This is rule number one.
He glares down at me before he storms to a nearby table and yanks out a condom. When he returns, he grips my arm and throws me to the floor. I hear him putting on the condom two seconds before slamming into me.
“Do not ever fucking tell me ‘no’ again.”
“Yes, Master.”
My knees rub against the concrete as he rams me so hard my body keeps scooting forward. He’s vicious with each plunge and I can’t stop a few soft grunts from escaping.
There’s amusement in his tone when he asks, “What’s your name?”
Seriously? He wants to know my name mid thrust? He’s bigger than most, strong, and I think I’m getting whiplash every time he hammers into me, so I have a hard time finding my voice.
“T-Tavin.”
“Why aren’t you coming, Tavin?”
“I n-need pain.”
He completely halts, and it takes me half a second to realize it, so I rock back on him before I stop myself. I feel his hard chest against my back as his lips brush against my ear. He bites my lobe sending chills to ripple all the way through me.
“Is that so?” Maybe I was wrong. I think I can hear his smile as he pulls out of me. “Rest your head on the floor and spread your legs.” The concrete floor is cold against my cheek when his fingers run along my folds and pinch my clit. “Beautiful.”
He unties my wrists from behind my back and reties them above me, all while my head is still on the floor. I can’t see and I can’t hear him walking, but I do hear some kind of movement across the room.
All of a sudden, a small whoosh sounds and I feel splitting pain across my butt. I’m almost positive he’s hitting me with a cane, and from the feel of it, he broke skin. The harsh tearing sensation trickles through my body pulling a soft whimper from my lips. He does it three more times, one right above the previous. I am stretched and instantly full as he pounds back into me. His abdomen slams against the fresh wound and the waiting pressure releases.
He quickly flips me to my back and my head hits the floor before he pierces into me again.
“Your cunt is squeezing the life out of my dick.”
Throwing me around like a rag doll, he takes me in every position imaginable. It takes a long time, but he finally finishes and with both of our bodies breathing hard, he unties me.
He hovers over me. “That was the best sex I’ve had in a while.” Leaning down, he kisses me hard on the lips. Again.
While I dress, he hands me a bag of colorful square hard candies, and I pop one in my mouth.
“Next time wear a dress and easily removable footwear.”
“Yes, Master.”
“He did not.”
Clients are douche bags, but making her call him ‘Master’ is Grade A.
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, he did.” She plays with the string on my shirt as we lie next to each other on the beach. “The suspension was pretty fun though, I wanted to swing. I bet it would feel like flying, even more than at the park.”
She can be a little freak sometimes. I would never tell her that though because she would take it the wrong way and I promised her eight years ago I wouldn’t call her that name again. I guess I’m in no position to be calling anyone a ‘freak’ these days, anyway.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
We smoked a joint before we took a cab here and still haven’t decided what to do with the
first free day we’ve had together in a while. Both of us have had our five playdates for the week so we’re free for the night.
“Christopher wants to go to the club tonight. What do you want to do?”
She shrugs as she rolls over and lays her head on my chest. “As long as I am wasted and with you, I’m good.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Preaching to the choir, Love.”
Then like a screeching record, her cell phone rings. There are only two people that call her besides me, and Christopher would call my phone first. Her eyes flip up to meet mine.
“I’m going to ignore it.”
Is she high right now? “What the hell, Tavin? Answer the phone.”
“No! We’ve both had our playdates this week. There’s no reason he needs us. I’ll just call him later and tell him I lost my phone.”
I know I’m not hearing this. Where is this defiance coming from?
“You seriously think he isn’t going to call m-”
Right on cue, my phone starts going off.
She grabs my hand. “Don’t answer it. We deserve a night off. What is he really going to do to us?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Tavin…slit our throats?”
“Because we didn’t answer our phones for a few hours? Please. He’ll beat us and play with me until I’m numb. That’s it.”
I don’t feel good about this. I guess it is just a few hours. We can tell him since we’re finished with Clients for the week, we weren’t expecting his call and had our phones down. Maybe she’s right, it’s not that big of a deal.
After a couple of hours, we decide to take a cab home and smoke a joint to calm our nerves, before calling Logan. That plan flies right out the window when we see his new Mercedes parked out front.
Oh, yeah. We’re fucked.
Her tic is acting up. “Maybe we should go in through the basement.”
I don’t know if that’ll make any difference, but I go for it when the front door swings open. His voice is low, slow, and quiet. Not good. Not good at all.
“Get. The. Fuck. Inside.”
