“It puts the lotion in the basket.” Just go with it.
“Consider this number two.” He was going to use his second free use.
“I’m your number-one fan.” A line fromMisery. It was his apology.
I started hyperventilating as he shoved me toward his groin. I reached my hands out and pushed against him, trying to get away, but he slid his hand down and gripped my neck, squeezing to the point of pain. I cried out, and he shoved his cock into my mouth. I gagged, which elicited laughter and cheers from the men at the table. My attention shifted to them briefly, and that’s when I saw the gun pointing at Sebastian’s back.
He wasn’t doing this to be cruel. He’d been given no choice.
Sebastian forcefully moved my head back and forth, and I realized that the more I fought, the worse it would be for both of us. It was clear that Sebastian wasn’t jumping to do this. He’d been told to. Was it for Fred to prove his dominance? Was it meant to degrade me and shame Sebastian?
I closed my eyes and focused on Sebastian’s erection plunging in and out of my mouth, pushing the loud room out of my mind.
I wasn’t going to let Frederick Castle win whatever game he was playing.
I shifted my thoughts as I worked my tongue, the heat slowly fading from my face. Instead of this room of laughing men, we were somewhere else, somewhere better, and I was enjoying this. I had volunteered to give him pleasure, and soon my mouth relaxed enough to perform a blowjob worth having. I ran my tongue along his length, sucking and using my teeth ever so lightly.
This was a test, and it very well could be life or death. They needed to trust Sebastian, and if degrading me like they’d done my mother was the way to gain their trust, so be it. I didn’t know why, but I had a feeling this wasn’t Sebastian’s first time in this scenario either. That’s why he knew just what to do to get it over with.
He’d tried warning me, but I hadn’t wanted to listen.
As I continued to suck and lick his cock, I felt my body reacting to it all. I fought the urge to reach down and satisfy myself. I was almost sure the alcohol I’d been fed all night had assisted in this, and once it was over, I’d spend the night replaying it all, wondering who this person enjoying having an audience was. But for now, in this moment, I let myself revel in the fact that I was sucking Sebastian’s cock, and I was sure the men watching were jealous.
In another lifetime, I would have loved for this to be our life. We could be married, with our dogs, and every night would be filled with carnal pleasures, finished with horror movies and cuddling. But that wasn’t the life I had. The life I had now was one where I was sucking him off in front of a room of perverted, middle-aged men who wanted to kill him. One of which might be my father.
Suddenly his breathing hitched, and he pushed my head closer until my lips touched his base and he found the back of my throat. With a loud groan, he came, shooting hot jets of cum into my throat. I took every drop and then fell back onto my ass.
Frederick came around the table and petted my hair. I jumped away, but that only made him laugh. He patted my shoulder and walked back to his men.
“Good girl. Just like your mother.”
Chapter 33
Sebastian
Special Consideration
“Don’t fucking touch her.”
Frederick pulled back, a look of surprise on his face. “What, now you’ve got a spine? Zip your pants up and get back to the fucking table.”
I looked from him to Evie. She didn’t know what had gone down just a few minutes before. I wished I could tell her. I’d tried to get information for us, but I was a shit gambler. Shaking my head, I leaned down and lifted Evie off her knees.
“I need to take her to the bathroom.”
I was directed to the toilets and stood outside while Evie cleaned herself up. This part of the basement was down a short hall and relatively quiet. The air was cold and cleaner, not having the smoke directly around.
I—I couldn’t believe it. I was shocked I’d remained hard the entire time. I’d been so nervous and disgusted and horrified and... I hadn’t wanted to do it, but my body betrayed me. Having Evie’s full, rosy lips around me was heaven, but the circumstances around it were pure hell. Fred was right. I was just like them. I was a fucking asshole.
I should have known better than to be so cocky at the table. If it weren’t for the gun pointed at me from behind, I would have taken Evie and run. But I hadn’t been able to communicate the entirety of our situation, and guilt was twisting my insides.
A figure came down the hall toward me, but I didn’t look up. I was too ashamed.
“Good job, Shaw.” Fred nodded. “Tame that bitch now before she gets out of hand like her fucking whore mother.”
I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself not to turn and swing on him.
“There’s a hierarchy in Hollywood. You’ve got your executives, your producers, your heads of casting and marketing and whatever else. And then, at the very bottom, is you. You’re just a pretty face that can read a fucking script, Sebastian.
