“She’s so pink and fucking tight,” he groans as my thumb glides over my aching clit. I moan and bite my lip as Matt pumps his cock faster, standing from his chair.
“You feel so good. Fuck me harder, Johnny. I want to shatter all over your cock,” I beg as he snaps his hips up into me while I meet him thrust for thrust. His hands find my tits and he pinches my nipples while Matt takes a few more steps closer to us, his pace quickening. “You want to cum down my throat, Matt. You want me to gag on your cock while I cum on Johnny’s?” I whimper, and he nods. “Come on, Big Daddy. I want to be a good girl for you,” I purr. Johnny licks the side of my neck, biting the shell of my ear.
“You are a good girl, Baby. I want you to cum on my cock. Let me feel that tight pussy spasm,” he whispers, sending shivers down my body. Matt grunts, and I moan loudly, watching as cum shoots out and drops on the rug mere inches away from me. He groans, never slowing down his pace. Johnny slams up into me, and I pinch my clit and shatter on his cock, screaming my orgasm. He wraps his arms around me and bites down on my neck, filling my cunt as his body shivers against me. Matt clears his throat, taking a handkerchief from his suit jacket, wiping hishand off, then tucking his cock away. He finishes his drink, and without another word, he leaves the room and the cash on the table. I take a deep breath as Johnny pulls us down onto the bed, wrapping his body around me.
“Did you have fun?” he asks, and I nod.
“I did. The drugs do help, but you being here with me does too,” I say truthfully. He pulls out of me and turns me around to look at him. He cups my face then presses his lips against mine.
“As long as we are doing this together, I want to make sure you are safe and comfortable with me. I never want our time together to be anything but fun and fulfilling,” he says, kissing me again. Once we come up for air, and before we get carried away, I place my hand on his chest, causing him to raise his brow. “What’s wrong?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Nothing, but can I ask you something?”
“Yes, anything. I’m an open book,” he replies, and I laugh.Here goes nothing.
“How did you find yourself here? Like, how long have you worked in this place?” I ask, and now it’s his turn to laugh.
“Believe it or not, but I kind of grew up here.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, my mom worked here years ago then left. From what I’ve been told, she fell pregnant with me and was shunned from her family. They left her in the streets to fend for herself. Before Dalton bought the business, the old owner, Wayne, took my mom in and the rest is history. I still stay in the apartment next door. My mother’s friends Charlotte and Annmarie would look after me when she wasn’t around,” he says, and my heart breaks for him.
“Why did your mom leave?” I ask, and he shrugs.
“I’m not sure. One day she was here, and the next, she left a note saying how sorry she was, and I’ve never spoken to orseen her since. Not that I haven’t looked for her once I was old enough, but I never found her,” he says, taking a deep breath.
“That had to have been horrible,” I say, and he nods.
“It was. Luckily Charlotte and Annmarie took good care of me until…” He trails off with a far away look in his eye.
“Until what?” I ask, and he cups my face, looking into my eyes.
“Until they just stopped coming back. By that time, Dalton had taken over and hired new people here, along with putting me to work. I was fifteen when I started pulling my own weight. He’s always been good to me. He calls me his Little Puppet, even if I’m anything but that.” He laughs, and my heart stills. It seems to be the nickname he uses for all his male workers. Which makes me think of Axel.
“Hey, where did you go just now?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m right here,” I tell him, and he smiles.
“Good, anyways. I have a question for you?” he says, and my eyes widen, causing him to chuckle. “Don’t be shy, Presley. I promise not to judge.” He smirks, lifting my arm and dragging his finger down and over my wrist, circling my scars. I gasp as he places a soft kiss over them. “These look fresh, why did you do it?” he asks, and I take a deep breath.
“I didn’t want to live anymore. I was sick of being beaten and used. The men I love weren’t going to want me after things that have happened. I was ashamed, embarrassed, and most of all, just done. I had nothing left in me to keep going. Death seemed so much better than living,” I answer truthfully, and he kisses my wrists again.
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t succeed. I like you, Presley. I’ve been with a lot of women, but there’s something about you. I don’t know what it is but I’m drawn to your darkness,” he says as a blush creeps up my cheeks.
“I’m not sure how I feel about anything right now. I don’t know what the end game is here. There’s nothing to look forward to because the man waiting for me on the outside is the same man who put me here. This right here is all I have. Once Master is done with me and I’m returned to hell, I will want to die all over again. I’m terrified of going back. I fear for what’s to come, and I’ve fought for so long to get out. I don’t want to go back if it's not where my heart belongs,” I whisper, letting the truth fall from my lips like honey.
“And where does your heart belong?” he asks as tears fall from my eyes. He catches them with his tongue, licking them away.
“With the five boys I’m in love with. I’m just afraid that they won’t and don’t want me anymore. I’ve done things I can’t come back from, and I’m not sure where it leaves us,” I confess as he presses his lips gently against mine. I part my lips, letting his tongue swirl with mine. He lifts my leg, wrapping it around his thigh as his hands roam from my waist up my back, kneading his fingers into my flesh. My spine arches as I feel his cock poking at my entrance.
“Have you spoken to these boys since you’ve been here?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Do you want to?” And my eyes snap to his.
“Yes. I do. More than anything,” I tell him, and he smiles.
“Alright. I can do that. Just promise me you won’t tell Kayla or anyone else that I let you use my phone,” he says, and I nod.
