“Shut up!” Reece snapped. “Don’t rush me. Don’t you dare rush me.”
He lifted Fairchild for a moment before roughly setting her down again on her back, so her head was facing the side of the stage. Then he took her even harder and deeper than before. Thewet sounds of his thrusting could be heard throughout the entire theater.
“I’m gonna give this woman something to remember me by,” he snarled.
Fairchild’s eyes widened in mock surprise.
“Wait!” she shouted. “Don’t!”
“Shut up,” Reece growled.
He picked up the tempo, fucking her harder and faster, and the theater filled with the sound of skin slapping skin. Fairchild tossed her head back and wailed, begging him to stop, begging him not to finish inside her.
But her pussy was begging for something else, something only Reece could feel. It was tensing and relaxing around him, sucking him like a mouth, silently begging to be filled with his seed. And when it finally came, it was more than he had ever spilled inside her before. So much that it had already started to leak out of her long before he finished. Fairchild came with him, long and hard, until her mind nearly blanked from the pleasure.
When Reece was finally finished, he pulled out of her, and his semen came leaking out, all warm and thick. He turned her to face the audience, and she kept her legs open, so everyone could see.
Reece flashed a wicked smile. “Something to remember me by,” he said.
And in that moment, Fairchild wished it was true. She wished she hadn’t taken her pill that morning. She knew it was fucked up, but she wished.
Reece stood and stuffed himself back into his jeans as the curtains started to close. Before they did so completely, Fairchild sent one last glance in Slayn’s direction.
He was smiling in satisfaction.
CHAPTER 22
Victor Slayn groaned softly as the last dregs of his release oozed into Inga’s mouth. He could not remember the last time he had come so hard, or so much.
When he was finally finished, he tapped Inga’s head, signaling that she now had permission to remove her mouth from his cock. She swallowed, then parted her lips with a gasp, exhaling the breath she’d been holding for the past several minutes while Slayn had been making use of her throat.
She could hold it longer than that, if necessary.
Much longer.
With elegant fingers, Slayn withdrew a spidersilk handkerchief from his breast pocket and gently dabbed Inga’s chin, then her lips, wiping away the remaining flecks of his semen. She stared up at him obediently as he did so, awaiting his approval.
“Well done, my pet. Well done.”
Not that Inga had had much to do with his release. Not really. Her mouth had been a receptacle, nothing more. The real source of his ecstasy had been the woman on the stage. The Amazon. The Goddess. Slayn could not wait to enslave her.
He glanced at the stage again. The curtain was fully closed now, but the memory of the woman lingered like an afterimage in his mind’s eye, her pretty face stained with mascara tears, her perfect pussy dripping with hot cum. Slayn seared that image deep into his memory so he could recall it later that night when he used Inga’s other holes.
But soon he would not need to remember.
Soon…
Down below, in the main part of the theater, little lights began to shine in the darkness, like stars appearing in a night sky when the clouds drift away. The show was over, and the audience members were using their handheld devices to cast their votes. Slayn didn’t bother. He knew the seventh team stood no chance of winning, but that didn’t matter. Soon he would reward them with a different sort of prize.
He returned his gaze to Inga’s face and smiled.
“Make the necessary arrangements, pet. I want the ship fueled and ready to leave at a moment’s notice. And I want an invitation sent toher. Tomorrow night. My place. Alone.”
For a moment, Inga’s bright eyes flamed with jealousy—butonlyfor a moment. Then her face became stoic, and she nodded like the obedient little soldier she was.
“Yes, sir.”
Slayn smiled again and wiped a stray droplet from the corner of her mouth.
