Natalie stroked me harder, and I ignored the burn of her dry hand, instead focusing on Biggie and the wet paint coating his cock.
I wanted to taste.
The trance of his cock had me stroking in tune with my own heart.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
“Ahh…no! Please…don’t do this.”
Biggie exploded onto my hand, shooting up and dropping down to completely drown my fist.
I was enraptured, barely noticing Natalie’s moans as my own cock blasted off into her grip.
“Good fucking boy,” I growled at Biggie, surprising us both.
Why did I say that?
Biggie looked full of malice as he lay there panting, and Mistress smiled wide.
“Such a good dog. Maybe you need a treat later from me.”
Biggie laughed out loud, and the sound made me flinch. Mistress was walking away toward the cellar doors.
My hands slammed onto Biggie’s mouth without realizing I had moved, allowing no air to escape, and the laughter silenced, his body stilling.
Harder.
Harder.
Don’t let go.
An image of many hands going over my mouth in the foliage room while the tears fell over my cheeks flashed in my mind.
“We’ll decide if he’s worth selli—Cry Baby!”
I stilled my hands, looking up at the Mistress, who didn’t look happy anymore. She was gawking at my hands and the now silent man under them.
“Cry Baby, you just cost us so much money! You are too rash. Bad dog.”
I waited for the slap, and it was much harder than usual when it came. I fell to the ground, and my jaw smashed the concrete, making me dizzy, but the warmth of the blood felt nice.
“Bad dogs need to be retrained!” she raged above me, grabbing the chains off the dead body and latching them firmly onto my raw skin.
“You will be punished for this act, Cry Baby. Maybe a few days in the leather restraints will show you some manners.”
Her footsteps faded as she moved up the stairs, and I cringed as the shackles tightened around me.
The buzzing had stopped.
That was the first thing I noticed, not the cold concrete beneath my body, and not the leather welded to my skin after four days of sweat and restless sleep.
Hell, not even the ache burning between my shoulder blades from being forced to hold the same posture for hours at a time.
It was…the silence.
