I do my best to follow his instructions while thinking about how much I prefer it when Cassius tells me what to do. Where is my bossy boyfriend right now and why isn’t he here supervising like he promised? My mouth waters and my dick gets hard just thinking about him. I’m ready for my next dose.
* * *
“I wantto play a game with you tonight,” Cassius says as he feeds me two pills, my reward for being such a good little slut for him. I lay back in the bed and wait for the high to kick in while he slowly undresses me. We’re in his mother’s bedroom with the fancy bedding stripped away, all except the fitted sheet and some pillows. This is where he likes to dress me up like a doll and play with me.
“What kind of game?”
“I’m going to fix you up and pose you like I usually do, but this time, I’m going to invite Elliot to watch.”
“You think he’d be into that?”
“I think he’d love it.”
“I don’t know, Cassius. He trash talks you all the time. Seems like this would just make it worse.”
“What does he say?”
I kind of lose my filter when I’m high, and with Cassius caressing me like this I’m stupidly honest. “He says you treat me like a sex slave. That you’re a sociopath. Or was it a psychopath? I can’t remember now. He thinks I should dump you. I’m tired of his nagging. Can you make him stop?” Cassius is a miracle worker in that way. Whenever I have a problem, he always knows how to fix it.
“I may be a tad sociopathic,” he says.
“Yeah? Just a pinch,” I tease.
“One of my therapists diagnosed me as such.”
“Shit, what’d you do?”
“I fired her.”
I laugh, more like a giggle, because it’s so on brand for him. “Should I be worried you’re going to murder me?”
“Only if you try to leave me.”
Is he kidding? I dunno. I feel too good to really care all that much. “That’s so sweet of you to threaten me. Mmmm, I love it when you do that.” I try to copy the motion of his fingertips gliding across my skin, but it doesn’t feel nearly as good as when he does it. He grabs a bottle of oil and continues to massage my pecs and quads, getting deep into the tight tissue but skipping the part that really needs massaging, which is my dick. After several hints in the way of pumping my hips, I finally give up and roll onto my stomach so he can get my back too.
“If you invite Elliot to watch, he’s going to think I’m a slut,” I say, lifting my ass so he can get a good look.
“A nympho Barbie slut,” Cassius says. The name is a sexy caress, heating me up all over. My dick throbs in anticipation.Down, boy.“That’s your role tonight,” he continues. “No thoughts at all in your pretty, plastic head. One hundred percent blonde bimbo. I expect you to give me a stellar performance.”
I glance over at his mother’s curio of vintage Barbies, all starry-eyed and smiling. Glamorously appareled and perfectly proportioned. “I can play that part.”
“Show me your hole,” he says, so I push back on bended knees and tug on my cheeks to offer it to him. He digs in there with his clever, wicked fingers while I rock back and forth, trying to get him to go deeper.
“Fuck me now,” I beg. I hate all the waiting he makes me do.
“That would be terribly rude to our guest.”
“Please, Cassius. I’ll still do whatever you say, I promise.”
“No, Adam.” His tone is firm, the ring of it familiar.
“God, you sound just like my dad.”
“Did your dad do this?” he asks and he licks my ass with one long, wet slurp, starting at the base of my balls and ending at the top of my crack. I shiver and drop my head between my shoulders while his tongue dips expertly in and out. He’s a fucking lingual artist, and despite his standards for hygiene, he sure does like to get nasty in bed.
“Well, did he?” Cassius says.
“No,” I say with a whine.
