Lisa
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We enter the suite and I furrow my brows at her. She's in a daze and I'm fucking pissed about it. I just beat the shit out of my newest client, yet she seems to be the one distraught. Something's not adding up.
I've never had the urge to beat the shit out of someone so badly yet today every time Mark opened his goddamned mouth, I wanted to.
And when he spoke to my Bunny as if she were his to abuse.
I went fucking ballistic.
"Where'd you go there?"
Her green eyes flit to mine. Worry flashes over her features before she shakes it away. "Nothing, just thinking about my dad. Why don't you, uh, start the shower and I'll start getting undressed in here?"
I nod but I'm not stupid. She's hiding something. Did that Cherry girl give her some drugs? I saunter out of the room and into the bathroom but peer back out. She unzips her dress and it drops to the floor revealing her curvaceous backside. With a flick of her thumb and finger, she unhooks her bra and it loosens up. A white slip of paper flutters to the floor. Clearly that, not drugs, is what she was hiding and she quickly snatches it up to hide it in her suitcase. I make note to investigate it later.
Now, though, there's something else I want to investigate. I start the shower and proceed to tug off all of my clothes. I'm just taking my socks off when she enters the bathroom. Her eyes take a leisurely stroll down my ripped body to my cock that has long since arisen to the task that lies ahead of him. The smile that plays on her lips is that ridiculous fake one she seems to think she fools people so well with. I can see right through her come hither bullshit grin because her eyes don't lie. Her eyes flicker with doubt and worry. Whatever happened today has her pretty little head all fucked with and she's trying her damnedest to hide it from me.
I should have been with her today. Making love to her. Fucking her until she couldn't walk. Kissing her. Touching her.
Instead, I was with that fucker who I ended up beating the shit out of later. The thought boils my blood. A storm is brewing within; a complicated mess of possessiveness over protecting what's mine, the need to punish Kai, Mark, and the fucker who hurt her, and a desire to unleash the demon inside that craves to play with his toy.
My eyes trail down her body and with each bruise I skim over, I become more and more furious. A part of me begs to fall to her feet and brush kisses over each purple mark on her ribs while telling her how sorry I am. Another part of me wants to seize her mouth with mine in an attempt to convey how impressed I am by her strength.
But the dark part of me . . .
The twisted, insane part of me . . .
Wants to hurt her more.
And that really fucking gets my dick hard.
She's managed to tame my inner beast lately and with everything that's happened, he's itching to escape and run amuck.
"What?" Her voice is soft and the gentle, green eyes that have gazed upon me the last few months as if I'm her own personal savior, flicker with uncertainty. A glimpse of fear flashes in them.
I stride over to her and stop just as the tip of my cock brushes against her belly. Raising my hand, I slide it into her hair and grip her tight. With a firm tug backwards, I force her to look up at me. Panic in her eyes chases away the almost loving way she looked at me before. Her quick loss of trust in me fuels my desire to give her something to fear.
"I'm going to fuck you, Bunny. And it's going to hurt."
Her eyes droop and she flutters her lashes. Quick rushes of breath exhale from her and she parts open her mouth. "I like it when you hurt me, master."
The fact that she senses what I crave, thrills me and pisses me off all at once. Recently, I'd somehow softened within her presence. And because of it, I'd brought her here with me. I couldn't fucking bear to be without her and it ended up getting her beat up by some jackass. I allow the rage from that thought to fuel the need to handle my toy as I'd intended in the first place.
"How do you want me to hurt you?" I question, my voice soft and broken. I'm afraid to speak as it might release the furious storm that's whipping around inside of me. I'm greedy and selfish. I want the storm to devour me—I like the way I feel when I bend the toys to my will. When I discover their weaknesses and use them against them.
"Tie me up when you make love to me," she purrs, running her fingertips up my bare chest.
I smirk at her. She's playing me—knowing that I'll start off fierce and end up whispering sweet nothings into her ear by the end of the night. Yesterday, that's exactly what would've happened. But she doesn't sense the hurricane of hate that's taken over me since my fist connected with that fucker downstairs. I remember the wild, surprised stares of those at the table—the eagerness she displayed to get away from those people.
An idea forms.
"Dubois," I bark out as I release her to turn the shower off.
Her confused eyes meet mine and I narrow my gaze at her.
"Yes, ma'am?"
I jerk my attention to the serious man standing in my doorway. "Bring our dinner guests up for dessert. Not that fuckwit but everyone else. I'm ready to play with my toy as she was made to be played with."
Dubois, used to my bizarre fetishes isn't even fazed by my nakedness. In fact, now, his glum mood has lifted and a half smile tugs at his lips before he strides away to do as he was told. This is the me he knows and recognizes. This me isn't weak or soft. This me is a force to be fucking reckoned with.
Poor Bunny.
Caught in the hunter's trap.
She won't even know what's happened until it's too late.
"L-Li . . ." She starts to say my name but when I snap my feral eyes to hers, willing her to release it from her lips so I can punish her, she wisely trails off before finishing. The questions and fear dance on her face, morphing her features.
"Go lie down on the coffee table."
Her eyes widen and on wobbly legs, she stumbles away from me. Shock must still be running through her veins because she doesn't question my sudden change of attitude. I follow after her and watch as she sits her ass on the edge. She lies back and hisses when the cold wood touches her skin.
With each breath, her spectacular tits bounce and wiggle. She's nervous and unsure but she trusts me. I war internally about what this will do in regards to her trust in me. Deciding that she'll fucking get over it, I stride over to my suitcase and retrieve several neck ties. I start with her ankles and tie each one to a leg of the table on each end.
"What are you going to do?" Her voice is that of a worried whisper.
I grunt in response and knot the fabric tightly around her ankle. After I finish the other leg, I stand, my cock at semi-attention bouncing as I work, and make my way to the other end of the table.
"Drop your arms to the floor on either side of the table," I instruct.
Her wide, darting eyes meet mine and I wait for the fear. I wait for the way she regarded James as if he were the devil—the way my past toys have always regarded me.
But she smiles at me—no bullshit façade. All real. All Jennie.
How is Mark fucking Lee more terrifying than me? The thought baffles me and infuriates me all at once.
"You're not afraid of me yet, Bunny, but you will be. Mark my words."
She shivers but not in fright. My toy is turned on. If I had to guess, her slick pussy is dripping with the need to get fucked. I grow harder just thinking about it.
Her long, mahogany hair hangs off the end of the table pooling on the carpet below. My fingers twitch to run through it but I instead tighten one of the ties around one of her wrists. I have to lie on my side on the floor to access beneath the table but I eventually manage to bring her other arm close enough to tie the other end of the tie to the remaining wrist.
"Wait here," I tell her with a dark chuckle, as if she has a choice in the matter.
I find my slacks and slide them on before disappearing into the other room to call for room service.
Tonight just got a whole lot more interesting.
I made Bunny remain in the other room alone while I waited for Dubois to return. After some time, he eventually shows up with Jackson, Irene, and their toys.
"Ma'am." Jackson's greeting is casual, as if this sort of thing is normal.
Irene flashes me a wicked grin before lazily letting her gaze run down the contours of my chest to my still unbuttoned pants. I raise a smug brow at her that has her neck blazing crimson. She'll have no problem joining in on tonight's festivities. Neither of them are new to what it is I like. Everyone knows my preferences and fantasies. This whole hotel and casino is founded upon them.
Flicking my gaze over to their toys, I smile wolfishly at them. Both seem to be veterans. Stallion and Caramel, their toy names, remain almost eager at their sides.
This world is full of freaks. I'm the one who gives them a place to fly their flags freely.
"As soon as dessert arrives, we will begin," I announce and casually walk over to Dubois' laptop to see what it is he was working on earlier.
Anger blooms in my chest when I see three pictures on his screen. Three fuckers by the name of Corgy. It's enough that I almost send my guests away packing so I can chase this lead.
For Bunny.
I blink away the rage and shake my head. I'll deal with this shit later. She unravels the tightly strung threads of sanity in my mind and one simple glance at the screen is already threatening to snip each string that will send me plummeting into the depths of her heart.
She needs to understand that I've paid her to be my toy.
That she isn't my girlfriend.
I suppress the urge to pretend that she does belong to me, for a little while longer, and stride away from the computer. "Dubois, bring the dessert into my room once it arrives."
He nods dutifully and I wave the others in behind me. They stand in a herd near the door as I go around flicking lights on. We're missing a lamp due to my lashing out before dinner but Dubois has long since cleaned that up. The room is bright and everyone's eyes fall on the coffee table.
"Please, have a seat," I tell them, ignoring Bunny's searing gaze. She's no longer worried—because it's obvious that I've put her on display for these people—but she's pissed.
I take my place at the end of the table between her spread legs. Her musk intoxicates me and I crave to begin early. To lick between the lips of her pussy to see if she's as sweet as the dessert we're about to indulge in. Our eyes meet and she glares at me.
"Is there a problem, toy?" I question as the others begin to kneel around her.
Bunny narrows her eyes at me. "What are you doing?"
Running my palms up her thighs, I rub circles with my thumbs on the inside of her legs. She shivers and I know it's because she wants me to touch her despite the audience.
"We're having dessert. You can either be an active, willing participant," I tell her with an evil grin, "or I can stuff Irene's panties in your mouth and you can remain a fixture. Your call, Bunny. It's much more fun when you participate."
Her gaze flits to Stallion, to her left, and then to Irene between him and I. She purposefully skips her eyes over me to Caramel and then to Jackson who is closest to her on her right. "I don't want her panties in my mouth," she seethes finally.
I smirk and am glad to see Dubois pushing in a cart of treats. He rolls it over to us and raises a questioning brow. "The usual, ma'am?"
When I nod, he sets to lifting lids from the bowls. My guests await eagerly while Bunny is wound tight. I should get her off with my mouth right now so she'll relax but I'd much rather have her squirming and writhing with the need to orgasm.
Dubois hands me a warm small metal pitcher that I know is filled with melted chocolate. The hotel staff isn't new to preparing foods to the proper temperature for the guest's needs. I take it and hover it above Bunny's belly button.
"This may hurt a little," I warn.
As soon as the heated chocolate hits her flesh, she jerks her head to glare at me. Ignoring her stare, I drizzle the chocolate up and down her body making sure to coat her tits heavily. Once she looks as if she took a mud bath, I switch the pitcher for another, this time white chocolate.
Flicking my gaze to Bunny, I'm shocked to see her watching my every move with narrowed eyes. I'd expected her to squirm or fight. Instead, she seems furious at me.
Not for long.
Soon, she'll be begging me to untie her.
"This looks so fucking delicious," Stallion says eagerly.
A twinge of irritation eats at me at seeing the way his eyes fall on her pouty lips. Glancing over at Jackson, I notice the same fucking eager grin on his face as well. I guess I can't really invite them to a dessert party with my toy and not expect them to enjoy themselves.
"Let them help," I order to Dubois.
He sets to handing them different dishes and it soon becomes a family style meal of sorts as everyone passes their dishes around so that Bunny is evenly covered with whipped cream, sliced fruit, mini chocolate chips, and shredded coconut.
"Dive in."
I watch as even the women enthusiastically bring their lips to Bunny's dessert-covered body. A tiny gasp on her part has me jerking my gaze to her. Seconds before, she could have killed me with her glare. Now, she squirms as their tongues tickle her flesh. A pink flush has crept up her neck and cheeks. And her sweet little mouth is parted in shock or pleasure, it's hard to tell.
Bringing my mouth to her pussy where chocolate runs down, I taste her slowly at first. Her soft, telling gasp lets me know she's definitely enjoying this. The chocolate mixed with her essence is an aphrodisiac and my cock throbs to be inside her. Unzipping my pants while I tongue-fuck her, I tug my thickness out and begin to stroke it. When her body begins to tense up, I pull away to check on her.
Wild, feral green eyes meet mine. "Don't stop," she begs in a whisper.
I'm about to go back down on her when my eyes graze over Stallion who is cleaning his "plate" up well. His mouth runs needy circles on her tit and a fire of jealousy explodes within me. He'd probably fuck what's mine if I gave him a choice.
"Mmm," Irene moans from beside me. "So sweet."
I drag my gaze to the woman beside me and stifle a grin. She's always trying way too fucking hard to impress me. And now is no different. I watch with interest as she tongues her way down to Bunny's hipbone.
"You want to taste what's mine?" I question with a raised brow.
Irene nods fervently, chocolate running down her chin and throat making her appear the prettiest she ever has since she's worked for me.
This game has become interesting and fun. Bunny is the perfect fucking toy.
"Go on. I want to watch you taste her."
She swoops her long hair off to the side and leans forward, her tongue tentatively reaching for Bunny's clit. The moment she connects, my toy shrieks.
"I don't want her touching me!"
I chuckle and push a finger inside of Bunny. She moans and I look over Irene's bowed head at her. "You do want it though, don't you?"
She shakes her head but with the way I massage her from the inside and Irene teases her from the outside, she chews on her lip and gives me a nod.
My toy likes to play too.
"Irene, I want to taste her on you."
She nods and lifts her head, the eagerness dancing in her eyes. The woman is nice looking but nothing like the knockout Bunny is. However, I want to taste my toy on her lips. Sliding my free hand into her hair while I continue to work Bunny from the inside, I tug her to my mouth. Irene moans loudly and I'm overwhelmed with kissing her with the taste of another mixed in with the chocolate kiss.
"Oh, God!" Bunny's yelp of pleasure is a precursor of what's to come. I make sure to massage her clit with my thumb while my other fingers work her G-spot. Irene lets me deepen our kiss and the moment I feel a hand on my cock, I nearly black out from pleasure. I'm not sure which woman is touching me but I'm not arguing.
Whimpers coming from Bunny, drag me away from my kiss. I'm surprised to see Caramel working my cock while she kisses Jackson. And Irene is working Stallion's through his slacks while he massages Bunny's tit. Jealousy flares through me but I quickly squash it. I wanted this. This is my fucking game and they're all in it to play along. Even Dubois.
My gaze flits to where he stands stoically off to the side, awaiting further instruction. Stallion drops his mouth to Bunny's and whispers something only she can hear. Then, he places his lips on hers and kisses her softly. I'm about to tell him to get the fuck away from her pretty mouth when—speaking of mouths—wet, heat slides down around my shaft.
Irene has taken to sucking my dick, like she's wanted to for years, and I groan at the sensation. Stallion moves his lips down to Bunny's tit and I lock eyes with her.
With each thrust of my fingers and swirl of my thumb, I draw her closer to the edge. And with each bob of Irene's head, I get nearer to unravelling.
My eyes roll back and I sense that I'm about to cum in Irene's mouth at any moment. I don't want to cum in her mouth—my cum is reserved for Bunny. It sobers me up and I yank her off my cock by her hair.
"Dessert's over. Leave," I snarl.
Four sets of confused eyes meet mine. They look fucking ridiculous with chocolate smeared all over their goddamned faces. Bunny looks good enough to eat though. Her head is tilted back and her chest heaves with desire.
"I said get the fuck out!"
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Jennie
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Her barked order tremors through me and I'm vaguely aware of the other four people scrambling from the room. Squeaky wheels ring in my ears as Dubois follows behind them with the cart. My body tingles and throbs. I'm hungry for more.
Lisa's dark brows are furrowed in concentration as she sets to untying me. I'm not sure what her plans are for me next, but I don't care. My heart is racing and my skin is sensitive from every brush of her fingertips on my flesh.
Red Hello Kitties.
The moment Lisa lost herself to tasting me that first time tonight, the good-looking "toy" named Stallion from dinner, asked me if I wanted something to make it feel better. Considering the ties were biting into the flesh of my ankles and wrists, I didn't think it could hurt. Not to mention, I had other reasons for wanting to float away.
Lisa's sudden mood change upset me more than I'd like to admit. I'd let my guard down with her and assumed she truly wanted me—for more than just a toy. But, even after everything with Mark, she showed her hand. I was nothing more than an investment for a short period of time. Despite the aching in my chest, it truly is better this way. When I have to leave at the end, so I don't end up in Mark's steely clutches, it won't hurt a bit to leave Lisa behind.
But now, as the world around me seems louder, crisper, bolder, I wonder if I made the wrong decision in accepting his drug. I'd wanted to dip off into oblivion, not be hyper aware of every touch, scent, and sound.
"What's wrong with you?"
With slow blinks of my eyelids, I question her with my eyes. My mouth doesn't work at the moment. "Mmm."
Her jaw clenches and I decide I very much like how sexy she gets when she's angry. It's enough to want to piss her off all the time.
I must fade into some sort of stupor because I focus again to see her wiping the sticky shit off my body with a rag. It's warm and with the firm pressure she applies as she swipes it over my abdomen, I nearly come.
"Yes," I moan, "don't stop."
"Are you fucking on something?"
I nod and lose myself to a fit of giggles—giggles that I think sound like bells ringing in heaven. It's a lovely sound. I'm infatuated by it until a cold rain jerks me from trance.
"C-Cold!" I hiss and shiver. I'm vaguely aware that I'm now in the shower with her.
My eyelids are heavy but the way her strong fingers dig into me has me squirming in her arms.
"Stop moving."
Her voice is velvet and chocolate. Gravel and liquid gold. I want to bathe in the timbre of her voice—to orgasm from the reverberation of it. I'm limp in her arms and confusion sets in when she shoves a finger into my throat.
Against my will, I heave the contents of my stomach and watch in horror as it washes down the drain. The world spins and I'm once again lost.
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"Wake up."
The deep voice warms and blankets me. I want to sleep inside of it. But instead of chasing the oblivion, a soft slap to my cheek startles me awake. I'm confused to see daylight peeking in and I'm naked under the sheets of the bed. Lisa is dressed to the nines in one of her sexy-ass suits I like to tease her for and has a laptop in her hand. The annoyed glare on her face reminds me of the first day I met her.
"What'd I miss?" My throat is scratchy and croaky.
"My cock," she smarts off and sits down beside me. "Did Stallion give you something?"
I squint and absently reach for her. She's been a dick since last night but I still crave to touch her. "He gave me something called a Red Hello Kitty."
She frowns. "What's that?"
"E, baby."
Lisa shakes her head in frustration. For a brief moment, I see disappointment in her eyes. It sours my stomach. Bursting from the bed, I rush into the bathroom to vomit. Once, I've brushed my teeth, I stumble back into the room. I'm surprised to see that everything's been cleaned up. What the hell did I do for the past several hours?
"No tie today?" I question as I slip back into the bed.
She smirks and her mouth quirks up on one side. "They're all filthy as fuck."
Heat rushes over my chest and I smile. "Last night was . . ."
"Incomplete? Unsatisfying? Annoying? Because that's what it was to me," she answers with a grumble.
I shrug my shoulders. "It was fun. But it's what gets your rocks off, not mine. You have the audience fetish." At first I'd been pissed that she brought her friends along to use me as a fucking table. But, not long after Stallion gave me the drugs, I'd not had a care in the world. In fact, I craved each and every one of them to taste me. Touch me. Anything to send the waves of bliss crashing all over me in one obliterating moment.
She rolls her eyes and yanks the covers away from me. Her gaze skims up my naked flesh and I'm suddenly so warm. "How'd I know you were going to say that? While you were flying high on that shit, I was nursing blue balls."
Lying backward on the bed, I arch my brow at her and spread my legs. "I'm so sorry. How will I ever make it up to you . . .master?"
Her groan is music to my ears and I watch with glee as she frantically tugs at the buttons on her slacks, her eyes never leaving my sex. "You're so much fucking trouble, Bunny. Jesus. I don't know why I keep you around."
I laugh at her complaining. Today she's lost her fiery edge. It gives me the hope that I'd given up on last night. That hope will hurt me in the long run though and I need to get it in check. "You keep me around," I tell her with a smile, "because you secretly like being driven crazy. Oh, and I give amazing head too."
She smirks and grabs onto my thighs, pulling me over to the edge of the bed. I want to watch her deep, dark blue eyes as they explode with bliss when she climaxes inside of me. How they shine with adoration before she quickly hides it with indifference. I want her to make love to me.
Her furrowed gaze meets mine and I see her once again warring. The way she visually appreciates my body is an indication that today might be sweet. But without warning, she flips me over to my belly, kicks my feet apart, and enters me roughly. From this position, my stomach flat on the edge of the bed, she seems to fill me more. Her cock rubs against my G-spot in a delightful way and I nearly come when she grabs a handful of my hair, yanking back.
She fucks me fast and hard. I don't even need any external stimulation—which may or may not be residual from the E—and I climax hard around her cock. Her grunt is the only preface she gives before her heat explodes inside of me. A quick, satisfying fuck. Now I can get back to sleeping.
"Get showered and then packed up. We're going home," she says as she jerks out of me.
Her cum rushes from me and down the inside of my right thigh. I stand up and regard her in confusion as she saunters off to clean herself up. Following after her, I put my hands on my hips. "Why? I thought we were here all weekend."
She shrugs and tosses me the wet rag. "I've done all I came here to do. Besides, I need to show you something and then I have business to take care of. I'm leaving town for a week or so."
My heart flutters in my chest. "Where are we going?"
I know I heard it right but I don't want to get left back in Seattle while she jets around the world.
"Dubois and I, not you, are going out of the country to take care of a few things. We're going to check on some investments. Clean up some trash."
The heart that was flying crashes to the ground. Trash? Does that mean she's going to get another toy? Am I a bore to her or too much to handle, especially after last night? Tears well in my eyes and I storm away from her. I'm nearly to the shower when she grips my bruised arm and twists me to face her.
"I'm coming back, Bunny."
I blink furiously so the tears won't spill over. "Okay, boss."
She frowns and her perfect lips press together in displeasure. "What's wrong?"
Shrugging, I attempt to pull away but she yanks me back to her. I'm once again transfixed on her lips. She slides a hand into my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. It's sweet yet domineering. Without words, she's making a promise to me. When she breaks away from me, I let out a moan from the loss of her.
"What if she's better than me? What will you do with me?"
She seems flabbergasted by my words. "What the fuck are you talking about, Jennie?"
My name on her lips sets loose a whole army of butterflies in my stomach. "When you go to wherever it is you're going. Are you getting another toy like me?"
Her bellowing laughter startles me and I scowl. "It's not funny to me," I sass.
She flashes me a panty-melting grin and drops a kiss on my forehead. "Oh, Bunny. It's quite hysterical to me, you see," her voice softening from amused to possessive. "There could never be another toy like you."
And on that note, she leaves me to stew on more of the confusion that makes up Lalisa Manoban.
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Lisa and Dubois have been gone all morning while I dressed and ate some breakfast. She'd said I could leave if I needed to but I could see the strain in her eyes. It was apparent she didn't want me to leave for fear of a repeat of yesterday. I didn't want to leave for fear of running into Mark again.
I sigh and run my fingers through my now dry hair as I look out the window. Las Vegas is a bustling city full of life and excitement, yet here I am missing Lisa's house. I miss Bambam and Christine. I miss his warm vent in his bedroom. And most of all, I miss spending all of my time with Lisa.
The greedy part of me wants to believe that by the end of our agreement, she'll have fallen hopelessly in love with me. That she'll have found a way to keep Mark away. And that we'll run off into the sunset holding hands together.
I snort, my bitter laughter echoing off the window. Even I know that's an illusion I could keep fooling myself into believing. The smart me knows. The survivor within me knows. I have to enjoy this "vacation" until I get my money. Then, I have to disappear.
From Mark.
From Lisa.
From the entire world.
And then, perhaps, I can begin to pick up the pieces of my life and start anew. Grace deserved a mother who was strong and could weather any storm. I will prove to my baby girl who never came to be that I'm that woman now. I'll forever be infected though with the guilt of not having been that woman for her then.
The door to the suite opens and I jerk around, thankful to see it's just Lisa.
"Where's Dubois?" I question.
"Taking care of some arrangements. Bunny, can you do me a favor?"
I nod and follow her into the other room where a laptop sits open. She taps a couple of things before turning the screen toward me. "Which one?"
Her question dizzies me as I stare past the other two faces, my gaze becoming glued to him. Corgy. Bile rises in my throat and I clutch my middle.
"Jen, which one?" Her voice is tense and impatient. I don't want to look at the screen but Corgy's droopy brown eyes burn a hole through me. I'm assaulted by memories that I hate. Memories I tried to forget. It would appear I'm a magnet for monsters.
"That's it, skank," Corgy hisses as I scramble onto the bed, eager for a hit. "Show me how much you want it."
I crawl between his legs and begin fervently sucking his smallish cock. The drugs make it to where he can barely keep it hard half the time. I don't care if it was the size of his pinky and limp as a noodle though, I'll do anything for the skag.
"Yeah, that's it," he groans but he's already softening.
My mouth continues to work him but I don't know what to do with it when it's flaccid—it's not like he can really get off that way.
With a grunt of frustration, he pushes me away. "Bale!"
I'm itching for a hit and I nearly shriek for joy when Bale comes sauntering in with the tray containing my treats. I sit up on my haunches and offer my arm to him. But when Corgy swats it away, I stare at him in confusion.
"Fuck her, Bale."
Bale makes a groan of excitement and sets the tray on the table by the bed. I gasp in horror when Corgy takes it from him and leaves me on the bed with the man. I need my drugs!
"It's been a long time, Jennie," Bale says, his finger drawing circles on my breast. By long time, he means yesterday. Corgy and his friends all take turns fucking me senseless every day.
I can hear Corgy messing with the skag and I drag my gaze to him. "Corgy . . ."
His disgusted glare meets mine. "Bale, do whatever you want with her. If I like what I see, I'll reward her." He waves the needle at me and I nod. I will be the best damn lover I can be.
Bale roughly grabs my chin and jerks me to him. "I want you to fight me when I take you."
The craving to shove him away is strong but I shrug my shoulders instead. In the past, I had to fight off my husband all the time during sex. And Bale isn't anything like him. Bale is nothing more than a weak, drug-addicted, loser. If I really wanted to prevent him from having sex with me, I could, unlike my husband.
After I nod, Bale begins stripping and soon his eyes take on a feral glint—one I've never seen on him before. I'm already naked since Corgy doesn't like me dressed and I spread my legs to wait for him. Bale is larger than Corgy but not as big as Mark was. He'll never be able to hurt me.
He flips me over onto my stomach and I relax. At least now I don't have to look at him. My gaze fixates on the ugly floral print wallpaper instead. Bale soon enters me with a pleased grunt and I put on my show for him.
"Please stop. I don't want this . . ." I squirm as I pretend to resist. One glance at Corgy tells me he's not pleased with my acting skills.
"No, bitch. You're getting every thick inch of this!" Bales' nuts slap my clit and if I had a watch I'd check to see the time.
"No!" I cry out, a little more believable this time.
Bale yanks out of me and soon his hot semen splashes my back. Well, that was easy. When I glance over at Corgy, I'm disappointed to see he's gone. I start to sit up but I'm pushed back down.
"My turn," Corgy says with a grumble from behind me. I wait patiently for him to take me too. He spits to wet his cock as he always has to do because I'm never turned on by him or his idiot friends and he shoves it into my sex. The poorly endowed man hardly fills me and is nothing in comparison to Bale. I could almost sleep and I actually do begin to drift off.
Until he pulls out and pokes me a little higher. Mark had been grossed out by the idea of taking my ass and surprisingly never had. But now a shudder of fear ripples through me as I wonder if Corgy is about to.
Fire explodes through me, confirming my worst fears, when he shoves himself into the tight opening with a hard thrust. I scream at the top of my lungs and tears instantly begin to roll down my cheeks. My fingers claw at the dingy blanket as I try to get away.
"Bale, put her out of her misery," he barks out to the other man as he fucks me as if he hates me.
After all these times of making fun in my head of Corgy's small cock, I'm now eating those words as he brutally takes a part of me that wasn't ready for even his tiny dick.
"P-P-Please, Corgy," I beg, my pleas far from acting now.
Each time I clench at his presence there, I'm nearly blinded with searing white, hot pain. I try to relax but it hurts too damn much. I'm praying for death when Bale's satisfied eyes meet mine as he kneels in front of me. He drags my arm by my wrist toward him. I watch with bated breath, tears streaming down my cheeks, as he ties the rubber around my bicep and thumps my flesh searching for the vein. With a wink, he stabs the vein with the needle and the heated bliss is instantly pushed into my body.
Corgy's brutality behind me is a thing of the past as I relax and dive into the nothingness that awaits me. With every thrust into me, I grow less aware of my surroundings and shoot into a place where I'm free. I reach for Bale and he clutches my hand. My lips move to tell him thank you but nothing comes out.
The memory sickens me and I point at the brown-eyed twisted motherfucker before bursting from the room to rid myself of my breakfast. I expect Lisa to call after me or show some sort of concern for my well-being. Instead, all I hear is a string of curse words as she slams the laptop shut.
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It's been a few days since Bunny pointed out that Corgy fuck back in Vegas. Like a man possessed, I spent the next couple of days arranging my affairs to get to London. We never spoke any more on the subject of that asshole, but by the way she seemed to zone out and become sick, I know there's more to his abuse than the shortened version she told me awhile back. I'd also wormed out the name of her friend when she'd realized I was going to London for a "visit." She wants me to check on her to see how she's managed over the years. I'll be checking on her all right . . .
"There," I point out the window to a rundown apartment complex in Dagenham.
Dubois slows down the car and we park in front of the curb. He retrieves a tire iron from the trunk and together we make our way into the dilapidated building. Before our trip here, I made sure of the address where the motherfucker lives now. The shithead was too poor to have a mobile phone or internet access, so there was no learning more about him on Facebook or anything to make sure he hadn't cleaned up or if he has a family now. Dubois and I ascertained that surprising him was the best way to go. We're not exactly dealing with the best person in the world and the prospect of his rehabilitation is nil.
His flat number is 623, so we stealthily make our way up to the sixth floor. It's late at night, so we're unseen aside from the wasted crack whore or drunk along the way. Once we reach the door, Dubois shoves the tire iron in between the door and the frame just above the knob. With a crack and a push, we're soon garnered access. A quick sweep of the shitty-ass flat that resembles the Hole back home tells us there's nobody in the front rooms. Dubois guards the door while I slink down the hallway to the only door available. Snores resonate from inside and my chest tightens with satisfaction.
I flip on the light and take in the sight before me. The idiot lies naked and sprawled out in the middle of the bed. A plump whore—probably one he's captured judging from the red, raw markings on her wrists and ankles—is curled up on the foot of the bed, a needle hanging out of her arm.
Rage explodes inside of me.
The whore with her nearly black hair practically worshipping the man before her sickens me. And even though she looks nothing like my mother, I'm assaulted by the memories of my childhood. This was the scene every fucking day until she died and freed me from her selfish clutches. Every single day from as early on as I could remember until almost fifteen years of age, I had been following around the woman who was supposed to love me.
This woman doesn't deserve rehabilitation. My mother never got it. Instead, my mother died in the only world I knew her from.
"The girl?" Dubois whispers from beside me, startling me from thoughts of my mother.
"Yeah, take her to a facility. Give them the money—I don't care what it costs. Come back and get me when you're finished," I hiss and take the tire iron away from him. "I can handle this dickhead on my own."
With a quick nod, Dubois makes it over to the whore and gently removes the needle from her arm. He might seem wiry and gentlemanlike to most, but I've seen this fucker fight on numerous occasions. Dubois possess probably as much strength as me. He doesn't have the rage though that fuels my fists but he's a tougher one than many. So, very easily, he scoops the heavy woman into his arms as if she weighs nothing. Once he's gone, I turn back to the man responsible for ruining a normal woman. For turning her into a toy—my toy. She didn't deserve this life but once again the men in the world took what wasn't theirs. Like my real father did with Mom the moment he left her and her infant daughter without a dime.
I tap the end of the tire iron into my open palm as I make my way to the side of the bed. A bowl full of half-eaten noodles wafts its salty scent over me causing my stomach to roil in disgust. As a child, I wouldn't have thought twice about eating that shit. When my mom would be busy with her johns who would allow her into their living space, I'd sneak out and raid their pantries. Most times, the idiots were nearly as poor as us and I'd end up eating an old slice of pizza from the counter or something stinky and questionable from the refrigerator.
But now that I'm filthy fucking rich?
I eat whatever I goddamn please. Including assholes like this for lunch.
"Wake up, Corgy," I spit out in a hate-filled voice.
He stirs and slowly blinks his eyes open. Confusion sets in but he's still somewhat high from the heroin I'm sure he shared with the whore. "W-Who the hell are you? Where's Darlene?"
I sneer at him. "I'm your worst fucking nightmare, asshole. And this," I say as I sling the tire iron and connect with his front teeth, sending several flying out all over the dirty pillows, "is for Jennie."
He grunts, blood pouring from his mouth, and clumsily scrambles to get away.
But I'm quicker.
I'm always quicker.
I crack the metal down onto his spine and he rolls off the bed with a thud onto the hard floor. Not breaking my furious stride, I storm over to the other side to see him on all fours spitting out blood.
"And this," I slam the weapon over the back of his skull, "is for my mother."
The popping sound is his head cracking open. Blood soon pools quickly around his crumpled body and I smile. I've never been so satisfied in my life. In one quick moment, I feel like I've avenged the only two women I've ever cared about.
The realization hits, crashing on top of me like an imploding building.
I care about Jennie.
A fucking lot.
Toy or not, she's burrowed her way inside of my black, rotten heart, and planted a tiny seed that's beginning to grow.
The man is nice to Mama. They still do her work stuff in his bedroom but he also cooks us hot meals and he lets me watch movies on his big television in the front room. We've been staying here for over a week in his apartment while Mama works, and I'm starting to like it here. It's warm and comfortable. He even gave me a big, soft blanket to cuddle up in and always smiles at me as if I'm a welcomed guest.
"Goodbye, Richard," Mama hisses as she stomps out of his bedroom.
He's not far behind her, buttoning his fancy white shirt along the way. Richard isn't gross and dirty like the other men. He told me he doesn't normally live in New York—that he's on business from Los Angeles.
"Please, Vicky, come back with me. I could make you and Lalisa so happy." His voice is wobbly and sad. It makes me feel sick inside.
She turns and glares at him. "Did you forget? I'm a whore? I don't exactly fit in with your socialite friends."
He grabs her wrist and tugs her to him. "I don't have socialite friends, baby. I may work in LA but I'm not some rich snob like you think I am. I'm a normal guy who cares about a normal girl and her normal teenage kid."
The hug he pulls her into is gentle and it squeezes my heart. I'm no longer interested in the television but am instead fixated on the way Richard strokes my mom's hair like she's his pet. I like it more than I'd ever admit out loud. She seems so relaxed in his arms. I want him to pet her forever.
"I don't know," Mama chokes out. "What if you grow tired of us? I can't handle what it would do to Lili. She's so naïve and young for her age. It would crush her."
I swallow and worry that I'm the reason Richard won't want us. I've tried to stay out of their hair and not bother them. I'm well-behaved compared to most fourteen-year-old girls, I'm sure.
Richard slips his hands to Mama's cheeks and tilts her head up like in the movies to kiss her on the mouth. I should look away but I'm captivated by the emotion that's thick in the room.
He wants her.
He wants both of us.
I swallow the thick ball of excitement.
Could we really move with Richard across the United States to Los Angeles? Would I have a bedroom? Would he buy me stuff like socks? Would he cook for us every night?
Richard breaks his kiss and stares down at her. "Baby, let me show you. There's a great rehab facility and—"
Mama pushes him away from her abruptly. The sadness on his face guts me. I feel as though I'm watching a wreck through a window and there's no way to stop it.
"I'm not one of your projects, Richard! You can't just clean me up and fix me! I'm not fixable!"
She starts stuffing her belongings into her purse as she cries real tears—tears Mama never lets fall. It scares the crap out of me because I have no clue what's going on.
Richard strides over to her and pulls her back to him. "Jesus, woman. Stop being so crazy. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do. I. Just. Want. You."
Once again she melts into his arms and this time he pulls her back into his room. I watch the television but listen to them. Normally, when she works, she moans and says stuff like, "harder!" or "faster!" or anything to that degree but always with the same, flat, bored tone.
But now . . .
Now, she cries out his name over and over as if it's a chant.
Richard. Oh, God. Richard. Oh, God. Richard.
And her name is on his lips too.
Vicky. I need you. Vicky. Come back with me.
About an hour later, Richard emerges with a happy smile on his face. He's dressed in his suit and tie making him look the handsomest of any man she's ever been with. I want to be just like Richard when I'm older. He strides over to me and ruffles my hair.
"I'm going to make a home with you and your mother," he vows in a serious tone that I believe. "You're a good kid, Lisa. You take care of her like nobody else can. It's time for me to take care of the both of you. I promise, life will get better from here on out."
I nod, my own tears of joy welling in my eyes.
"Your mom is a tough cookie and doesn't like handouts. It'll be hell convincing her that I love her but I'll do what it takes. She's different—good different—and I'm going to help her get well. She'll never have to work another day in her life."
My heart soars at his words. Mama's always sick and works way too hard.
"Here," he says and hands me a card, "look after her today while I go to my meeting. It shouldn't last more than a couple of hours. When I come back, be prepared to fly across the country. I'm looking forward to this, kiddo."
He winks at me as he walks away.
I stare down at the crisp card. His name, Richard J. Manoban, is neatly typed on the front along with his LA address and phone number. The extension sticks out to me. 1982.
"Wait!"
He stops and turns to find me charging for him. I hug him and inhale his scent. His smell is clean and what a successful man should smell like. I like his scent. And even though I've been using his shower and soap for the past week and a half, it doesn't smell the way it does on him.
"Thank you, Richard. Mama deserves a better life than this."
He pets my hair like he did Mama's and tears well in my eyes. I wish he would pet me forever too.
"Well, girl, I think you're only partially correct there. You both deserve a better life than this. I promise you, things will get better. I'm going to make sure of it."
I stare out the window of the plane, deep in my thoughts. The trip back to Seattle is a long one and I'm craving to see Bunny again. I'd called Bambam a couple of times to check on her during the week we were gone and he said she was fine. It took everything in me not to have him put her on the phone but I knew better. If he had, I'd have jumped the plane a lot sooner which simply wasn't an option. I had shit to deal with, including fucking up Corgy, and I didn't need her interrupting that.
The popping of his skull was on repeat in my head. It soothes me when the anger comes. It reminds me that people like my mother and Bunny are meant to be protected from the assholes of the world.
I drift off for the rest of the trip until we're taxiing on the runway back in Washington. I'm rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I tug my phone from my breast pocket to check and see if I've missed anything.
Twelve missed calls.
Los Angeles area code.
Shit!
I dial the number back and a woman answers the phone. "Ms. Manoban?"
"Yes. Who the hell are you? Is my dad okay?" The choked sound of my voice startles me.
She sighs sadly on the other line causing my belly to drop. Not him too. Please, God, no. "My name is Dr. Acker. And actually, he's not okay . . ."
I clench my eyes shut and run my fingers through my hair. "Is he dead?"
A rush of shocked breath crackles the line on the other end. "Heavens no. Thank goodness. Your father suffered a small heart attack last night. I've been trying to get ahold of you. He's okay but he'll need to be under constant care."
"I'll have it set up. He'll have the finest nurses at his side." I mean every word. That man won't struggle one bit if I have anything to do with it.
The line goes quiet. "Actually, Ms. Manoban, I think it would be best if he could come stay with you for a bit. You know he doesn't have any other family. You're his only daughter and it seems like he'd heal faster if he were around you."
I pinch the bridge of my nose. My father has been my entire world since I was fourteen years old. If it weren't for him, I would not have received a proper education or been groomed to become the businesswoman I am today. I owe him everything.
But can I let my dad into my world?
Let him near the filth that still infects my mind to this day?
He'd feel like a failure.
He would be disappointed in me.
A wave of nausea clenches my stomach into a fist. "I could come visit him for a week or two."
She exhales loudly in frustration. "Ms. Manoban, do you love your father?"
Tears sting my tired eyes and I bite my fist to keep from crying. "Of course I do. What sort of stupid goddamned question is that?"
Her silence only makes things worse.
"Can he fly?" I ask finally.
"Yes, in another four or five days I can give him clearance," she says, her voice much lighter. "This will be for the best. He's a good man and he needs to be around his daughter."
I nod and swallow. Despite wanting to shield him from my life, I know I'd do anything for him. Even if that means bringing him into my disappointing world—a world he created for me—a world I then molded to my own dark needs. If it weren't for him, I'd be nothing.
"Then it's done, Dr. Acker. I'll be there by the end of the week."
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