A kindergarten teacher.
I just need to get through this. Do whatever is necessary to survive and return home. I chant it repeatedly as the handsome man in the black suit assesses us. I try to remain focused on his mouth, because when I look into his black eyes, my heart skips a beat and my knees become weak, threatening to buckle.
The evil in them sends a chill over me, and something sinister and twisted flickers in that dark glare as we lock gazes. A hint of softness is gone in the blink of an eye.
The man exudes power; he’s well over six feet tall, around six-four, if I’m guessing correctly. He’s wearing a full black suit, with his top button open, exposing his bronzed skin. His body is lean, and there’s a black ring on the left pinky finger of his large, tattooed hands. It shimmers as he takes another sip of the amber liquid in the crystal glass, and my parched lips roll. Tasting something wet right now would be a luxury. Then I stare at a discarded tie lying on the floor.
A rough hand grips my chin, and his thick fingers pinch the flesh, but I refuse to show him my pain. He uses his hold on me to lift my head, forcing my gaze on him.
My breath hitches, and the air thickens as his deadly glare narrows, causing my heart to pound profusely.
“Your eyes are meant to be trained ahead, Little Toy,” he rasps, and the deep baritone of his voice turns my insides to Jell-O. I’ve never been in such proximity to a man who encompasses power and ownership like this one, and while I am completely out of my element and petrified, I refuse to cry in his presence.
I lift my chin higher and fixate on his darkened eyes, with defiance emanating from me.
Big mistake.
Something flares in his eyes, a challenge maybe. Desire?
“Perhaps you need to be punished for refusing simple commands.” The smoothness in his tone tells me there would be no hardship in punishing me, and when the woman with dark hair beside me flinches, I wish I could eradicate every defiant cell in my body and become compliant.
“It’s a good thing I need my cock sucked, otherwise your ass would be raw.” He spins on his heels, and the woman’s shoulders drop as she releases a heavy exhale.
His words play on repeat in my mind.“I need my cock sucked.”
Holy shit, he’s going to destroy me.
Chapter Five
Azrael
The blonde is like a startled toy, and I find the connection somewhat amusing, but I’m unwilling to share that. I wonder if her eyes will widen further when she takes my thick cock.
I drag a finger over my lip. What an interesting thought. Perhaps she doesn’t know how to open her throat up, and I could teach her. My balls ache with a sudden need to come, and I disguise my predicament by shifting in my chair, appearing more agitated than anything else.
“On your knees,” I snap out, pointing toward the floor.
The blonde glances around the room.
Jesus, where the hell did they collect her from?
The dark-haired woman drops to her knees at my feet, and I’m grateful for her compliance, truly, I am, but what I really want is the blonde to submit. “You!” I point at her, and fear radiates from her in waves.
I paid for her services, and now she’s getting cold feet.
She probably volunteered for this job, then realized theenormity of the situation, or more likely, who she would be servicing.
I understand the Carrera name can bring the fear of God into some people, but I want my cock sucked, and she’s only adding to my heightened desperation.
With one hand unbuckling my belt, I use the other to point toward the floor, and she stumbles into action. For some reason, I caress her head the moment she’s at my feet.
Her blue eyes soften as she stares up at me, and her fear dissipates the more I reassure her. She’s the perfect submissive; I’m just not sure she realizes it yet.
I dip my hand into the waistband of my boxers and pull my cock from its confines, springing it free. Touching it has me hissing through my teeth in a bid to rein in the arousal thrumming through my veins, thanks to the little blonde toy at my feet.
This emotion. This overwhelming, out-of-control feeling is something foreign to me, and I don’t fucking like it. Not one bit.
Fisting my cock aggressively, I slap the brunette across her cheek with it. “Fucking suck!” I bark while staring at the blonde.
