“You’ll want me to prep you, trust me.” He spits on the metal, smearing it down the curve of my ass and pressing the tip of the plug into my tight hole.
I let out a strangled cry and try to jerk away. The stretch burns as he pushes it in slowly, but the pain quickly dies as his mouth finds my pussy again. His tongue licks and sucks, and his finger finds my clit. I’m struggling to focus on both the sensation and his voice.
“You have to learn to take me. You’re not going to have a choice, kitten. This is just the start.”
He twists the plug, and I cry out as his fingers and mouth work me. I can’t think straight.
“Priest!” The heat and tension in my stomach grows, my body shaking, my hips rocking, chasing my orgasm. He slowlythrusts the plug and sucks on my clit. I come apart, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my pussy pulsing around his fingers.
“Such a good fucking whore,” he whispers against my thigh, his tongue and teeth leaving marks on my skin as he pulls his fingers out. I hate that his degrading words spark another surge of heat in my stomach.
“Fuck you,” I spit out, trying to catch my breath. The plug moves inside of me and I gasp.
“I plan on it.”
I jerk my head up, seeing the woman on stage practically passed out. His large, rough hands slide up my spine, and he yanks my shirt up.
“What…what are you doing?”
He stands, reaching to untie me, but his large arm around my waist keeps me from moving. “Making sure you’re ready, kitten. My cock is a lot to handle.”
“No! You are not fucking me again!”
“I’vealreadyfucked you again.”
My heart stutters, and my mind races, trying to make sense of his words.
“Every. Fucking. Night.” He lifts me off the ground and drags me onto his lap as he sits on a couch. His large arm caging my back against his chest. The metal plug moves with his every shift and makes me want to scream.
“You wouldn’t…”
He rolls his hips, his hard length rubbing against my back.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare! You’re lying!”
“The only time you stop fucking screaming, Arlo…is when I’m holding you down and fucking you.” His free hand slides down my stomach, slipping between my thighs. I squirm, trying to escape, but he holds me tighter, his fingers digging into myskin, his cock grinding against my ass. “And then, you’re fucking moaning my name.”
“Lies.” I shake my head, but he slides two fingers inside my pussy, curling them to hit that sensitive spot. “Ah, fuck!”
“The monster you hate more than anything in the fucking world is the one making your cunt clench and ache. You’re fucking sick, aren’t you, kitten?”
“No! You’re lying!” I struggle against him, but he only tightens his grip, his fingers thrusting deeper. I moan again, my hips moving against him as he works me.
The air leaves my lungs. My head starts to spin.
No. That’s not possible. Those were dreams—nightmares. The hands I thought I imagined, the voice whispering my name in the dark. My blood runs cold.
“Stop!”
“I can’t.” His voice is strained, his fingers fucking me faster, harder. My hips roll against him.
Deep laughter fills the space, and I look up, meeting Raze’s eyes. A new girl is on the floor in front of him, almost touching me. His cock is buried in her throat, but it’s me he’s staring at. The sight sends a confusing mix of shame and excitement through me.
“I’m the only one allowed to touch you, kitten. I’ll kill anyone who tries. But I think you’d like more than one cock, wouldn’t you? You’d be a filthy whore for that.”
His hand slides up my throat, and his fingers wrap around my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“Myfilthy fucking whore.”
