The ground evens out, and I can hear my feet, hear his. And voices start to filter through.
The air is cooler, and it smells like...lavender and beeswax?
It's such a homey scent it freaks me out.
I lose any sense of direction, if I even had one with this hood on.
I couldn't say how deep into the place I am or what floor I'm on, as I climb stairs and descend them to the point I think this guy is fucking with me.
Then a door opens, and I'm in a room that smells faintly of cigarettes.
"Take it off," a male voice says.
Is he going to get me naked?
My heart lurches until, suddenly, the tie is loosened, and the hood is ripped off.
I look around, trying not to pant, trying not to give in to the wobble in my knees.
He didn't mean 'take it off' as in my clothes. He meant the hood.
Finally, my eyes settle on Dom Rebecci for the second time in my life.
"Did you know your father owes me a lot of money?"
"The government took it all," I push the words out.
He sighs. "I know."
Dom doesn't offer me a seat. Instead, the man in the black suit comes over to me, a gun in his hand.
He runs it down my body, pushing it up between my thighs.
I try and fail to clamp them together.
He rubs it over my pussy.
He pulls the gun out when I flinch and shoves his hand up there instead, pushing hard against my folds. "You're not even wet. I can fix that?—"
He stops as someone knocks on the door.
Gretchen steps into the room. "Mr. Rebecci, it's time for our appointment."
He grins, a lasciviousness on his face licking against me with a fetid tongue, and my stomach turns.
"She should learn her coming duties. On your knees."
Gretchen doesn't look at me as she unzips her uniform, stepping out of it, and I look at her in horror.
Her perfect body is marred with burn marks and a network of scars.
She crawls to him, and he backs away to his seat, forcing her to crawl after him.
When she finally reaches him, she unzips him, freeing his thick cock.
I can't look away, even though I want to.
It's not the weird car crash thing people have, the one where they have to look at horror. I'd gladly look away because I'm aware I'm witnessing the real version of my games with Enzo.
