“I believe he had training before I bought him.” This time, his hand traveled up farther, pushing the dress so my pelvis was uncovered.
“Sir?” That was Will, as he stood in front of us, his eyes glaring at me. I couldn’t help looking at him.
Believe me, I wished I could change spots with him. I didn’t want to be the favorite. I didn’t want to be the entertainment. And I certainly didn’t even want to be here. Couldn’t Will see that?
“Yes, sweetling?”
At the tender word, Will’s eyes lightened for a moment before it was gone.
“I was wondering, if you didn’t mind of course, that I could show...him...how to dance. Don’t you want a show, Sir?”
“Hmmm. I guess so. I was hoping the other boy could....but I guess you’d do well enough.”
“I’ll make it worth the time, Mr. S, sir. You won’t be disappointed.” The promise was fake, and I wasn’t sure how Mr. S couldn’t see through it.
“Dance for me, dolly. Show me how you can move that body. Let my sweetling show you how I like it.”
That was more than enough of an order, I stood slowly from Mr. S’s lap, ignoring his growing member while doing so. My dress fell, covering my legs once more.
Will quickly grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him a few feet where there was a small clearing. Whoever was in charge of the music must have known, as the tempo changed to something that was more dance-worthy.
Will placed my hands on his hips before he moved right up against my front. He was taller than I was, putting my ear right at his lips.
My body moved with his like it was second nature. It wasn’t, but I was sure that it was from whatever magic pill I had been given that gave my body the relaxed, dazed feeling that was kicking in.
I felt light, slightly dizzy, and content. I shouldn’t be content here of all places.
“You are in my place, Asher.” Will’s words were low, and only I was meant to hear them. “I was the prized boy. Yet you came in and took it all away. Erik didn’t want it, but I sure do. And you will pay for it.”
I didn’t want it either. I wanted to speak the words, but my mouth was dry, my tongue thick as my body swayed with the beat.
I leaned my forehead on Will’s shoulder as his hands ran up and down my back. If it weren’t for the short nails, I’d have scratches along my skin.
“I will end you,” he promised. “Mr. S is mine.
“Please do.” End me. End these feelings that weren’t mine. End this pathetic life.
“Kiss me, Asher.”
That, I knew I couldn’t do unless Mr. S told me to do so. We could only kiss in the holding room. That was the rule, although I don’t think anyone ever did.
Will pulled back enough to cup my checks, lifting my head. With whatever I was given, there was no way I could fight, even if I had wanted to.
My eyes were half open as Will maneuvered me to his liking. Our hips still swayed, pressing against one another and both hard. His lips touched mine, softly at first. Tender, even. Like he loved me. Like we were lovers.
Then, he pressed harder, forcing me to open up to him, letting him explore my mouth like his life depended on it.
I tried to push him away, but instead, my hands pulled him closer, my pelvis humping against him as I sought something I knew I shouldn’t want.
After what felt like a lifetime, Will pulled back, keeping close enough to whisper one more thing. “I will ruin you, Asher. No one will save you.”
“I’m not done watching the two of you,” Mr. S said as Will went to step back. “Feel each other up. You are lovers, and I want to see more.”
I could feel Will’s grumble in his chest, but he did as was instructed. He turned me, my back to his front, hands on my hip, as he forced my body to sway with the beat. My head leaned against his shoulder, eyes slit as I looked at the men watching us.
I couldn’t not watch it. They were all right there, watching the show that was being put on. My cock was hard, leaking and leaving a wet mark on the dress as it rubbed along the material.
Inside, I was screaming, crying out. I didn’t want this. Any of it. Yet, my body demanded more.
