Dakota quickly shook his head, fear consuming every part of him.
After a moment, I let go of his hair, and he laid his head back down, this time closer to my leg than my crotch area.
“Oh, come on, man,” Jeffery laughed. “Just have him suck you off already. Or you take him over that table. Hell, anything.”
“Maybe you should shut the fuck up.” I seethed, spit flying from my lips. I lowered my voice and leaned in. “Maybe I had my fill already before we got in here and need some time before I can go again. Did you fucking think of that?”
He shut his mouth. Good.
I settled back down in my seat, getting my boy to rest his head against my leg since it had moved.
“Guess you are one of us,” Jeffery laughed, standing. “I’ll see you around. Call that number.”
When we were alone as we could be, I leaned over to whisper in Dakota’s ear. “You doing okay?” he nodded, pressing into me more. “We’ll go soon. I promise.”
Another nod.
We were both more than ready to go.
I sat back up fully, looking around the vast room. Trying to look with a different set of eyes, I tried to see where I needed more video. What could thiscase use to get each and every one of these sick fuckers off the streets?
“Come.” I stood, forcing Dakota to stand too. “Stay glued to me.” The second part was whispered.
He plastered himself to my side, making us into one. I slipped a hand around his waist to keep him as close as I possibly could.
Walking around dance polls, chairs, and even a empty cage, I made my way around the entire room. I tried to get my body to capture every part of the area, hoping there’d be something of use on it after tonight.
I didn’t want to know what the props were used for. I had a good enough idea.
With every step we took, Dakota’s form shook more and more. That put me more on edge than I already was. I took deep breaths, forcing myself to belong here.
I had to be one of these monsters who raped and abused others. I had to pretend that I didn’t care about the boy glued to my side. And I hated every fucking second of it.
Stopping along the side wall, I moved Dakota to stand before me, but his back to everyone else. We were more in the shadows since the lighting in here sucked like no other. I had him stand off to the side. Hopefully, he wasn’t covering the button on my shirt.
“I need you to look up at all the corners. Tell me if there are any cameras.” Having him here made that one task a tiny bit easier. “I’ll kiss your neck, and you’ll fight me to look at all four places. Along each wall. Take everything in.”
He gave me the tiniest nod. That was all I needed before I gently forced his head back by pulling his hair and pressing my lips to his neck.
He struggled, doing as I said. He was looking this way and that. I didn’t pull his hair, giving him more than enough leeway to look where I had told him.
Still struggling, I shifted us around so he was against the wall instead.
“How many?” I whispered, switching sides of his neck.
“Two, Sir. I can’t see the ones across the room.” I figured it was too smoky. “Good boy.”
At that, he stopped struggling and let me push him just a tad harder against the wall.
Then, I crashed my lips to his, not caring where we were all of a sudden. Dakota was addicting, and God, he deserved a kiss or two.
I kept them short before laughter and cheering reminded me where we were. I instantly felt disgusted, yet the boy looked slightly drugged by my kisses.
A half second later, the lights flickered out, leaving everyone frozen where they stood before all chaos exploded.
Chapter 30
Dakota
