a pathetic attempt to cover her modesty. ‘You keep in shape like that to make men want you.’
‘I don’t,’ she said.
‘Are you arguing with me?’
‘No.’
‘You want men to want you and you can’t blame a guy for looking at you and thinking about sex, can you?’ The intent glare he burned into her expected only one response.
‘No.’
‘So if a guy wants it, you’re going to give it to him, aren’t you?’
‘Yes.’
‘You’ll fuck any guy who asks for it, you get me?’
‘Yes,’ she said, knowing she had to verbally respond because he wouldn’t accept non-verbal acknowledgement.
Dax came into the bathroom just then, poised to say something to Bruno. On catching sight of her, he stopped to absorb the view. ‘What’s he thinking about?’ Bruno asked her.
‘Sex,’ she responded, lowering her gaze to the floor.
‘And whose fault is that?’ Bruno asked.
‘Mine.’
‘Apologise for distracting Dax. And look at him while you do it.’
Bringing her eyes up to his, she was actually overwhelmed by shame. ‘I’m sorry for distracting you, Dax.’
‘You should refer to him as Master,’ Bruno said.
‘I apologise, Master.’
‘I need to talk to you,’ Dax said to Bruno, apparently over the visceral response his body had had to hers.
Bruno went toward the door after Dax used it to exit. ‘Turn that shower on as cold as it goes and get back in. You need to cool off,’ Bruno said to her and went outside.
Any concept of not complying with what he said went out the window when she thought of that dark basement. So she went straight back into the shower and turned on the icy spray.
‘Master?’ Dax said when Bruno closed the bathroom door on the sound of the shower being turned on again.
Bruno grinned and came to him, rubbing his hands together. ‘You are welcome, buddy. She’s gonna be begging to swallow your cock by the end of the week.’
Dax did love sex but he’d never had another guy so geared up to provide it for him. ‘I’ve got to head into town, have you got this?’
‘Yeah, yeah, but do me a favour. Pick me up some, eh?’
Bruno was already wide-eyed and hyped up, Dax thought it was the situation that had him amped but maybe it was chemically enhanced. ‘Since when are you using again?’
‘I’m not. I’m not. I just think we might have a party with this girl.’
He’d speculate that maybe Bruno had a few dozen strong blue pills he wanted to get through, but from what Dax had heard of Bruno’s ability to get a hard-on it would take more than that. Dax had become close with a few of Bruno’s exes, long after they split of course. Many women did the circuit of Maurice’s henchmen and often they went around for another shot.
Once a woman chose to ally herself with a specific syndicate, the others were suspicious of her, so she was stuck moving in the same social circle. If she was cast out of it she was vengeful, dangerous, and often recruited by enemies for the secrets she held.
‘Ok, you want roofies?’ he asked, heading for the bedroom door.
‘E, coke, whatever you can get your hands on,’ Bruno said. ‘Let’s just get her high first and see how she parties.’
‘Got it.’
He left knowing that Bruno would no doubt go back into the bathroom to torment their captive some more, which would include leaving her under the cold spray Dax had overheard Bruno command that she use.
Bruno’s experience meant that he deserved respect, he had done time for the Starks and never once ratted out a fellow comrade. But as he drove away from the beach house Dax had to admit to himself that there were times Bruno grated on him, but everyone grated on him.
Dax could sit in the company of any number of different people and even if he disliked them he’d just remain quiet. He’d made seething in silence into an art form, which was why he pounded the punching bag at least once a day, it released some of that built up rage.
He himself was no rookie in
‘I don’t,’ she said.
‘Are you arguing with me?’
‘No.’
‘You want men to want you and you can’t blame a guy for looking at you and thinking about sex, can you?’ The intent glare he burned into her expected only one response.
‘No.’
‘So if a guy wants it, you’re going to give it to him, aren’t you?’
‘Yes.’
‘You’ll fuck any guy who asks for it, you get me?’
‘Yes,’ she said, knowing she had to verbally respond because he wouldn’t accept non-verbal acknowledgement.
Dax came into the bathroom just then, poised to say something to Bruno. On catching sight of her, he stopped to absorb the view. ‘What’s he thinking about?’ Bruno asked her.
‘Sex,’ she responded, lowering her gaze to the floor.
‘And whose fault is that?’ Bruno asked.
‘Mine.’
‘Apologise for distracting Dax. And look at him while you do it.’
Bringing her eyes up to his, she was actually overwhelmed by shame. ‘I’m sorry for distracting you, Dax.’
‘You should refer to him as Master,’ Bruno said.
‘I apologise, Master.’
‘I need to talk to you,’ Dax said to Bruno, apparently over the visceral response his body had had to hers.
Bruno went toward the door after Dax used it to exit. ‘Turn that shower on as cold as it goes and get back in. You need to cool off,’ Bruno said to her and went outside.
Any concept of not complying with what he said went out the window when she thought of that dark basement. So she went straight back into the shower and turned on the icy spray.
‘Master?’ Dax said when Bruno closed the bathroom door on the sound of the shower being turned on again.
Bruno grinned and came to him, rubbing his hands together. ‘You are welcome, buddy. She’s gonna be begging to swallow your cock by the end of the week.’
Dax did love sex but he’d never had another guy so geared up to provide it for him. ‘I’ve got to head into town, have you got this?’
‘Yeah, yeah, but do me a favour. Pick me up some, eh?’
Bruno was already wide-eyed and hyped up, Dax thought it was the situation that had him amped but maybe it was chemically enhanced. ‘Since when are you using again?’
‘I’m not. I’m not. I just think we might have a party with this girl.’
He’d speculate that maybe Bruno had a few dozen strong blue pills he wanted to get through, but from what Dax had heard of Bruno’s ability to get a hard-on it would take more than that. Dax had become close with a few of Bruno’s exes, long after they split of course. Many women did the circuit of Maurice’s henchmen and often they went around for another shot.
Once a woman chose to ally herself with a specific syndicate, the others were suspicious of her, so she was stuck moving in the same social circle. If she was cast out of it she was vengeful, dangerous, and often recruited by enemies for the secrets she held.
‘Ok, you want roofies?’ he asked, heading for the bedroom door.
‘E, coke, whatever you can get your hands on,’ Bruno said. ‘Let’s just get her high first and see how she parties.’
‘Got it.’
He left knowing that Bruno would no doubt go back into the bathroom to torment their captive some more, which would include leaving her under the cold spray Dax had overheard Bruno command that she use.
Bruno’s experience meant that he deserved respect, he had done time for the Starks and never once ratted out a fellow comrade. But as he drove away from the beach house Dax had to admit to himself that there were times Bruno grated on him, but everyone grated on him.
Dax could sit in the company of any number of different people and even if he disliked them he’d just remain quiet. He’d made seething in silence into an art form, which was why he pounded the punching bag at least once a day, it released some of that built up rage.
He himself was no rookie in
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