Too far gone, a mix of both drugs fully in my system now no doubt, giving me no room to think clearly.
Even as he backed away, muttering curse words, my hips humped the air, my butt on fire as it scratched against the blanket under me. I could feel something warm drip down my crack, leaving a sticky trail as it did so.
“Fuck!” A crack, then a hiss, before something shattered to the floor.
Instantly, I turned to my side, my body seeking both pleasure and safety at the same time. My legs were pulled up to my torso, rubbing against the thing that held me captive.
One hand snuck down to the base of it, finding two round, too-warm balls that I swirled my fingertips around.
Seeking more pleasure, feeling the warmth spread through me, I humped into my hand, rubbing my balls as warm liquid exploded out of my dick, coating my hand and part of the blanket.
Panting, feeling some better but still empty, and warm, my thumb found its way to my mouth. I didn’t have the energy to cover myself back up, clean the mess, or do anything other than lay there and let sleep claim me.
Chapter 5
Sabastian
Fuck! Double fuck!
What the hell?
This should have been easy. Make small talk, take the girl, do what I had to do, and move on.
The pictures did not do her –him– justice. Soft blond hair and dull eyes that could be bright green if the circumstances were different. Small, and perfect all over.
It was a good thing Donny was already rotting, his body cooling and dead where I left it in the kitchen. It had been so easy to take that drug dealer out. One that was selling my family’s drugs and keeping the profit for himself. I wasn’t surprised he didn’t know me by face, and I didn’t give him my name. But it’d be quick and easy to stick a needle into the back of his neck after a super small, and failed attempt, at fighting me off.
His weight didn’t help him, and he went down with a clunk moments after I pushed a lethal dose of drugs into him.
I promised my father no mess. There wasn’t blood and guts anywhere, although I’d much rather make that man suffer after finding out he’d lied.
My God.
Oakley probably wasn’t even eighteen. I couldn’t believe what I saw, but a lot of things made more sense now.
The reasons why Donny hadn’t answered many questions made me rethink my actions. The slick bastard was a liar, thief, and abuser all in one. Some people deserve to rot in hell. Heck, I was probably one of those myself. But at least I thought I was doing some good in this world.
Pulling at my hair, I huffed out a breath.
I had to pull myself together. Having a small mental breakdown overseeing a caged cock instead of a pussy shouldn’t have put me off so much. It was a surprise. But I was already torn up inside knowing what I had planned to do.
All the way home, sitting next to my newproduct, and even that word left a bad taste in my mouth, hadn’t sat right with me. What I thought was a girl, a very pretty one at that, wasn’t anything like I expected. I wasn’t sure, at that time, if I’d be able to follow through with threats or ideas of taking her, showing who was in charge.
I was in charge. Oakley hadn’t fought me at all. Not when I cuffed her -him– to the car door or my pants. My brother’s slave girl he picked up had fought and cursed him out. She was a feisty thing at first. She still was, but not nearly as bad once she found out the truth of what we were trying to do.
Fighting was natural when one’s life was at stake. But Oakley didn’t fight. He simply followed, step by step. He didn’t make a sound, didn’t make any expressions about how the ground had to cut into his bare feet.
I couldn’t be sure if that was just the conditioning to a horrible life or the drugs that Donny gave him.
I couldn’t be certain what drugs were given to the poor boy. Something to keep him turned on, as hecouldn’t sit still for anything in the car. He’d been wiggly, and every time he moved, the cuff around his wrist and door jiggled.
I already regretted most of my actions tonight with it came to him, and pulling hard at my hair wasn’t helping me think clearly.
I fucked up.
Taking a deep breath, I forced my strangled thoughts away. Another deep breath, and I straightened up. I had to deal with things now, as they were. The small fact that Oakley was aboyand not a girl would be something to deal with later.
Taking an extra minute to get a drink before grabbing some Advil and a bottle of water for my new roommate, I made my way back to my room.
