It had been a few hours since lunch, but I knew his request was not for fine dining. His pale countenance had an ashy tint, and the shadows around his eyes were dark. He leaned into me, blocking foot traffic as his head rested heavily on my chest, tucked beneath my chin.
What could I do but hold him? We paused amidst the thoroughfare, and I didn’t expect him to move until I did. I’d known about his needs when we left the Dollhouse, but our time together had gotten away from me.
The shopping mall where we’d bought his shoes was nearby, a reprieve from the desert air and a good place to wait for a ride back to my hotel suite.
Wrapping one arm around him, I used the other to pull out my phone. “I’ll ask Colette to bring the car around. Come with me.”
I fired off a quick text, then steered Zephyr toward the steps leading into the mall. His body relaxed, and there was a heaviness to it, weight he counted on me to bear as we made our way into the building. We found a bench near a small garden area and sat. Zephyr curled against me, seeking comfort I was more than willing to provide.
I was wanted. Needed. And it meant something that he felt comfortable enough to ask. That blind faith had won me over to him from the beginning. He believed in me as a provider, and I was beginning to realize how much I craved that.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to him. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”
His fingers curled into my shirt. “Don’t apologize. It’s been a good day.”
While we waited for Colette, my nerves stirred to life. I’d told Zephyr that our impromptu date was a novel occurrence, but taking someone back to my suite—myhome—was even rarer. I hadn’t considered sleeping arrangements when I’d bought this time from Maslow, but now it seemed only logical to spend the night with Zephyr nestled beside me.
With so many hours ahead of us, I could indulge him, enjoy him, and I was ready to begin.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Zephyr
After Maslow’s morning withdrawal, the afternoon spent under the blistering sun took a toll on me. I nearly dozed off on the bench next to Beck, feeling his fingers comb through my hair and hearing his heart thump against my ear.
It was strange to think he’d never been alive. Almost as strange as knowing I’d had a life before this. I’d been a whole person once. I’d had a real name, first and last. Where had it gone?
When the limo arrived, Beck guided me out with an arm around my waist. I wished he would carry me again, to the car or a bed where he could lay me down and have his way with me.
All the things I feared from strangers, I welcomed from him.
His lust was unique. It tickled my senses as he helped me into the back seat of the limo. I wanted to siphon it fromthe air and hold it in my chest until my head ached from the pressure. Absorb it.
After weeks of regular visits, he had me trained. My mouth watered when he came through the Dollhouse’s door. My stomach twinged as I stepped off the stage and ventured out to find him in the crowd. And my heart seized tight every time he held my hand, whether leading me through the club’s emergency exit or down Las Vegas Boulevard. It fluttered as Beck took his place on the seat beside me and the limo merged into traffic.
I was drowsy, but my baser nature compelled me to act, to take, to feed. Turning toward Beck, I caught his face and pulled it toward mine. I’d tasted his skin, his cock, and his cum, but I wanted to savor his kiss.
I was still inches away when Beck stopped me. His fingers pressed against my lips, intending to hold me back, but I opened for him instead and let out a small, wordless cry.
Beck’s golden eyes glinted as he speared those digits into me, angling toward my throat. My jaw went slack, and my gaze locked with his while his hand slid in and out, fingering my mouth while my cock stiffened.
He cupped my chin in his other hand, supporting my head as his digits moved rhythmically, almost hypnotically. Spit flooded my mouth and coated his skin, leaving it glistening.
I wasn’t prepared when he pushed me back. His absence left me to swallow the pool of saliva that tasted thickly of him, and I licked around my lips for lingering traces of his essence. I was still chasing them when he unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock out through the opening.
My stomach cramped, and I was ready to slide onto the floor. Kneel between his legs and take his length deep into my mouth. But before I could shift off the bench seat, he beckoned to me.
“Come here, Beauty.” He smoothed his palms over his thighs to indicate the seat he’d made. His erection stood tall in the center, flushed purple-red and lined with veins leading to the velvety cap of his crown.
“You want me to…” I swallowed.
Beck nodded.
Lust sweetened the air.
The limousine rolled along as I rose, pushing at the waistband of my leggings while glancing toward the driver’s seat where Colette manned the wheel.
