Toby’s teeth sank hard into her shoulder. “I know him. Conor, right?”
Hearing the name come out of Toby’s mouth made her shudder with vicious exposure. Of course Toby remembered Conor. He remembered everything. “Yes. Conor.”
She felt Toby smile, the flats of his teeth pressing into her skin. “Of course he’s okay with another man fucking his girl. Surprised he’s not here right now, lubing up my cock for me.”
Tabby’s head was swimming so deep she could have drunk the whole bottle of champagne by herself. “I… we need the money.”
“I know you do.” Toby pressed his cheek to hers, his hair soft against her temple. “But you’re here with me now, aren’t you? Bought and paid for?”
“Yes.”
“‘Yes, Toby,’” he corrected. “Say it again.”
“Yes, Toby. Bought and paid for.”
The cock pressing against her ass somehow grew harder. If she could hold still, she was sure she’d have been able to feel his pulse, but she couldn’t stop moving, rocking, imploring his fingers to stop teasing and touch her…
“You’re mine,” Toby said right into her ear. “I say when, I say how and if I say ‘jump,’ you say…?”
“How high?”
“That’s it, sweetness. Now, it’s time to talk details. Did you like going to the salon today? Making yourself all pretty for me?”
“Yes, Toby.”
His fingers pressed between her legs, almost dipping inside her cunt. “Good. You’ll be doing that a couple of times a month. I like you done up for me. I like you soft and sweet and owing me thousands of dollars before I even look at you.”
Thousands of dollars!?Tabby bit back a cry of shock. But really, what had she expected? Places like Serenity and Steel Gloss didn’t spend hours making you over for fifty bucks and a good review on Google Maps. And that wasn’t including the price of her dress or the shoes and bag. Still, Jesus fucking Christ.
“I wanna get fucked six times a week,” Toby said like he was ordering coffee. “I want you to show up at my office, my house, any-fucking-place I want and make me come like your little life depends on it. Understood?”
“Understood,” Tabby repeated. His fingers rubbed circles through her dress, and she spread her legs, needing more. With a dark chuckle, Toby removed his hand. She was about to scream bloody betrayal when it returned, this timeunderher dress. He lightly brushed her clit, then moved down, sliding two fingers inside her. Tabby bit her tongue even harder.
“I like how desperate you are,” Toby murmured. “I like how I’m doing you two favours: paying your bills and giving your needy little cunt what it wants. Do you agree?”
His fingers shifted, and Tabby nodded frantically, terrified he’d leave her wanting.
“Good.” He added another finger, working all three inside her in unison the way he had in the hallway. “You like it like this, don’t you? Just like before?”
Pleasure swirled through Tabby’s middle, hot and bright as sunshine. Needing an anchor, she gripped the table’s edge so hard her knuckles went white. “Oh…”
Toby laughed. “There’s one more rule, sweetness. Whenever I fuck you, I’m gonna take pictures, videos, whatever I want and send them right to Conor. You good with that?”
“I-Huh? What?”
“I wanna show your pussy boyfriend how you look getting stretched out by a real man,” he snarled. “Let him watch every fucked-up thing I do to you.”
The ugliness of the statement, combined with his driving fingers, made her pussy convulse. Using the table as leverage, she pushed back against him, every bit as needy as he’d accused her of being. Though still painfully aware of the surrounding patrons, she was losing the will to care about screaming, about anything that wasn’t coming. “Oh-okay. You can… do that.”
“Do what? Film me fucking you? Cum on your face and send the proof to Conor? Tell him to go pull himself off while he cries?”
“Y-yes! Oh myGod!”
“Toby,” he said in her ear.
“To-by,” she breathed.
“Good girl. Anyway, Conor won’t mind. And if he does, he can always pay back the twenty grand he owes me. I’ll make him do it in cash. Count it note by note while you lick my balls and beg to sit on my cock.”
