I breathed in deeply and pressed myself as close to Sir as I could. Laying my head on his soft cock, I stared blankly away from everyone and hoped that would be enough to make everything else disappear.
Sir’s hand was back in my hair, and my body melted just enough against his touch that it helped a tiny little bit to block out the world. It’d have to do for now.
Chapter 29
Allister
I hated everything about this. The main target wasn’t here, as far as I could tell. A few others that I knew here being watched were at least here, and many of them were in some form of sexual position. It was hard to tell if anyone was a minor or not, but that was a problem for another day. I wasn’t here to find out the ages of the abused victims.
As Dakota rested his head on my pelvis, his body was strung tight. I loathed the fact that he was here. I’d have come on my own, but April had been right. They wouldn’t have let me in quickly if I didn’t bring my other half, so to speak.
A few men came over to greet me, but otherwise, most didn’t dare step close enough. They had to know I wasn’t in the mood to be social, least of all here.
Well, except for the chatterbox, who had made himself at home in the chair. I had to shift a bit to get him in the hidden video. It also put me in line of sightwith a few other men I had seen the night of the action.
That had felt like it was a lifetime ago, but it really was less than a month.
“Many of the men here are waiting for a show.” The man, whose name was lost to me, went on.
“I don’t show and tell.” I shot him a wink, hoping that’d please him enough.
“Shame.” His pout was not meant to be on his face. All it did was show his age more. “Your pet is great at showing off.”
“I don’t share.” I lowered my voice, tipping my head down just slightly. I meant every word I spoke. “Touch him, and you will wish you never did.”
“Whoa. Got it, man.” He held up his hands face up. “Touchy. He’s your toy. Guess you never shared well with others.”
“Only child.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Too bad.” At that voice, the boy kneeling froze. I felt him stop breathing as the one and only Jeffery took a seat on the couch beside me as if we were best friends. “I did always enjoy that one. So willing to do what anyone wanted.”
“Still is. But he’s mine.”
“I heard.” He shifted to a better, relaxed position, not a care in the world. His tie was undone, but otherwise, he looked like he came straight from some sort of gathering. “I can get you another. I know a guy who’s got a boy he’s tired of.”
“Not sure if I’m interested.” I acted as though I really couldn’t care less about another slave. When inside, I was boiling. There were way too many of them out there, and they all wouldn’t be saved. The few that were saved were far and in between. A handful of them even ended back in the same life they tried to leave.
“Here,” Jeffery shifted to pull out a number that was already written down and handed it to me. “I told my guy I’d run into someone tonight who may need a new live-in slave. Or you can hide him away. Whatever you choose.”
“Who says I want another one? My hands are full with this one.” I shifted, which caused Dakota to blink and breathe before pressing his face more into my crotch. I hadn’t meant for that to happen, but now it was too late to try to shift again.
“He sure loves cock.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him shift his package around. He was disgusting. God, I hoped he wasn’t hard already. “Begs for it so prettily.”
Yeah, I was going to be sick if he kept that up.
“I don’t like begging.” That was easier to go with. “Prefer them to be quiet.”
“Of course you do. You aren’t like all the other men who like to show off their purchases.”
“I am here, though.”
“Be better if we got a show.”
Dakota, either he knew to play a part, or it was just how well he was trained by many men, pressed a kiss to my cock, which jerked at the touch.
I gripped his hair, pulling his face away from there. This wasn’t the place.
“Did I say you could do that?”
