“That’s…kinky.” The woman giggled, her heels echoing behind me. “Is she like your sub? That
would be so hot.”
Sub? What sub? I’m nobody’s sub. What the hell does he think he’s doing? He brings a girl in to
sleep with where another is cuffed to his bed?
“Tits, your mouth is made for one thing only, and it sure as hell ain’t talking. I don’t like nosy
bitches. Now get to business.”
What the… Who cared what he liked or didn’t like? I was this close to open my eyes and give him
a piece of my mind. To tell him that it wasn’t okay to call a girl a bitch or name her after a body part or shut her up because he thought the only use of her mouth was to blow him.
Or kiss her just because he could when he was about to have sex with another right in front of her.
But self-preservation kicked in and silenced me. If he knew I was awake, he’d use me instead. It
was better her than me. Obviously, as she was giggling again, she didn’t seem to mind being treated
like crap or used as an object for the pleasure of this savage animal.
“You want me to dance for you, Prez?” she asked, her voice dropping an octave, turning into a
lustful, sexy rasp. I’d always envied those girls who had that kind of voice. Mine was high-pitched, a squeaky little girl’s voice that wouldn’t turn on a fifty-year-old virgin man, let alone a biker who
owned a strip club and slept with a dozen girls a night.
Not that I wanted to turn him on. At all. Obviously.
I’d tried earlier to seduce him only out of self-preservation so he’d be interested in me enough to
keep me here a little longer and maybe he wouldn’t have the heart to give me away, but that was a
terrible plan. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I was never one of those girls. I didn’t know how to seduce a boy even if I wanted to. I’d been with nobody but Leo, and we were fourteen. What we had
wasn’t exactly sexual. It didn’t start that way, at least.
There was some rustling, and then the woman suddenly moaned. Was he hurting her? Damn. I
opened my eyes a little, but they were both on the other side of the room. I had to roll over to see
them.
Don’t do it. It’s nothing. He’s probably not hurting her for real, and it’s just the way she likes it.
“Ow, Prez,” she moaned again, accompanied by a dull thud and more rustling. “You’re yanking too
hard at my hair. Can I at least have something to put under my knees? The floor is so rough.”
“If you can’t handle it, get the fuck out and send me someone who can.”
“No, Prez. I can. Please. Let me show you how good I am, how much I can please you.”
I rolled my eyes, feeling stupid, thankful I didn’t make him know I was awake overthis.
The sound of pants unzipping ripped the air. “You’d better be as good as you say you are. Pull it
