juices drip down my fingers. She’s so fuckin ’ wet; I want to make her gush come.
I
push my finger into her ass a little more and speed up. The sound of her wet
pussy taking my fingers in is fuckin ’ killin ’ me. “Babe, when you feel pressure, like you’ve
got
to piss, don’t hold it back. Push down and let it out.”
I
finger fuck her holes as fast as I can, practically lifting her off the
ground.
She starts mumbling and moaning, pulling at the chains. “Push my fingers out
and come all over me, babe,” I say. Her pussy and ass smell so fucking good,
I
open my mouth and kiss her shoulder, licking and biting, wishing to fuck I
was
lapping up that juice between her legs.
She
twitches and shudders, then cries out behind the gag as come gushes from her
pussy and drips down my wrist, pooling between her feet on the floor. I
fight
the urge to make it happen again and again. She’s shaking and crying.
“Intense,
huh, babe?” I say, easing my fingers out of her. I take the clamp off her
pussy
and rub her clit for a second, dragging a few more jolts of orgasm from her
body. “I’m gonna leave you like this for a while,” I say, and put the pussy
clamp back on. “Look down, babe. Look at all that come you gave me. You’re fuckin ’ beautiful.”
I
lick my hand, wrist to fingertip. “And you taste like fuckin ’
heaven.”
“Here’s
your hair bleach and wax,” Alice says, handing me the bag when I take a
break
from the bitch and go upstairs.
“Thanks.
Can you do me one more favor? I need clothes. I’m takin ’
her out of the basement for this.”
“You’re takin ’ her out of the basement?” Alice’s shocked
expression doesn’t come as a surprise. Takin ’ a
bitch
from the basement is askin ’ to be busted. Someone
could see her, and I’m sure there are news reports about her goin ’ missing, but I haven’t watched the news since seein ’ the story about fuckin ’
Lilith.
Amber.
Whoever
the fuck she is.
“Shower’s
only got a drizzle and nothin ’ but cold water. She fuckin ’ stinks, and I can’t do shit to her hair without
hot
water.”
“You bringin ’ her up here?” she asks. “With the
brothers?”
“Fuck
no. They’ll think she’s up here for a goddamn train ride, each of ‘ em takin ’ a turn. I’m gettin ’ a motel room. We’ll be back tonight.”
Alice
gives me a shrewd look. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re kiddin ’. Maybe yourself, but not me.”
“I
don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin ’ about. Can
I
borrow some clothes for the bitch or not?”
“Butch
know ‘bout this?” she asks.
“No,
and he don’t need to. She’s mine. I own her ass until she’s delivered.”
She
gives me a slow smile. “Be right back with those clothes.”
“Thanks,”
I call, watchin ’ her walk down the hall away from
my
room. I shut my door, knowin ’ she ain’t gonna say word one about this to nobody, especially not her old man. She’d
love nothin ’ more than for me to fall for this bitch.
Even
if she wasn’t one of the bitches destined for sale, she’s too fuckin ’ young and too fuckin ’
naïve to be with a sadistic motherfucker like me.
I
grab my gun—still loaded, reminding me of how weak I can be. Never fuckin ’ again. I tuck in in my
pants and pocket my wallet with plenty of cash and a fake ID to check into a
motel with. The last thing I stash away in an inside pocket of my cut is a
bag
of weed and rolling papers. If I get the bitch high enough, she just might
turn
into a whore on me yet.
Alice
comes back with a pair of stretchy leggings and a t-shirt. “She’s tiny, but
they should fit her okay. Do you need to borrow my helmet for her?”
“She
can wear mine. If anyone asks, you haven’t seen me.”
She
gets that smile on her face again, like she knows a secret that I’m blind
to,
and pats my cheek. “I might be the only one who does see you, Luc.”
I
see you.
I
know you.
I
am you.
“ Ain’t
I
push my finger into her ass a little more and speed up. The sound of her wet
pussy taking my fingers in is fuckin ’ killin ’ me. “Babe, when you feel pressure, like you’ve
got
to piss, don’t hold it back. Push down and let it out.”
I
finger fuck her holes as fast as I can, practically lifting her off the
ground.
She starts mumbling and moaning, pulling at the chains. “Push my fingers out
and come all over me, babe,” I say. Her pussy and ass smell so fucking good,
I
open my mouth and kiss her shoulder, licking and biting, wishing to fuck I
was
lapping up that juice between her legs.
She
twitches and shudders, then cries out behind the gag as come gushes from her
pussy and drips down my wrist, pooling between her feet on the floor. I
fight
the urge to make it happen again and again. She’s shaking and crying.
“Intense,
huh, babe?” I say, easing my fingers out of her. I take the clamp off her
pussy
and rub her clit for a second, dragging a few more jolts of orgasm from her
body. “I’m gonna leave you like this for a while,” I say, and put the pussy
clamp back on. “Look down, babe. Look at all that come you gave me. You’re fuckin ’ beautiful.”
I
lick my hand, wrist to fingertip. “And you taste like fuckin ’
heaven.”
“Here’s
your hair bleach and wax,” Alice says, handing me the bag when I take a
break
from the bitch and go upstairs.
“Thanks.
Can you do me one more favor? I need clothes. I’m takin ’
her out of the basement for this.”
“You’re takin ’ her out of the basement?” Alice’s shocked
expression doesn’t come as a surprise. Takin ’ a
bitch
from the basement is askin ’ to be busted. Someone
could see her, and I’m sure there are news reports about her goin ’ missing, but I haven’t watched the news since seein ’ the story about fuckin ’
Lilith.
Amber.
Whoever
the fuck she is.
“Shower’s
only got a drizzle and nothin ’ but cold water. She fuckin ’ stinks, and I can’t do shit to her hair without
hot
water.”
“You bringin ’ her up here?” she asks. “With the
brothers?”
“Fuck
no. They’ll think she’s up here for a goddamn train ride, each of ‘ em takin ’ a turn. I’m gettin ’ a motel room. We’ll be back tonight.”
Alice
gives me a shrewd look. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re kiddin ’. Maybe yourself, but not me.”
“I
don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin ’ about. Can
I
borrow some clothes for the bitch or not?”
“Butch
know ‘bout this?” she asks.
“No,
and he don’t need to. She’s mine. I own her ass until she’s delivered.”
She
gives me a slow smile. “Be right back with those clothes.”
“Thanks,”
I call, watchin ’ her walk down the hall away from
my
room. I shut my door, knowin ’ she ain’t gonna say word one about this to nobody, especially not her old man. She’d
love nothin ’ more than for me to fall for this bitch.
Even
if she wasn’t one of the bitches destined for sale, she’s too fuckin ’ young and too fuckin ’
naïve to be with a sadistic motherfucker like me.
I
grab my gun—still loaded, reminding me of how weak I can be. Never fuckin ’ again. I tuck in in my
pants and pocket my wallet with plenty of cash and a fake ID to check into a
motel with. The last thing I stash away in an inside pocket of my cut is a
bag
of weed and rolling papers. If I get the bitch high enough, she just might
turn
into a whore on me yet.
Alice
comes back with a pair of stretchy leggings and a t-shirt. “She’s tiny, but
they should fit her okay. Do you need to borrow my helmet for her?”
“She
can wear mine. If anyone asks, you haven’t seen me.”
She
gets that smile on her face again, like she knows a secret that I’m blind
to,
and pats my cheek. “I might be the only one who does see you, Luc.”
I
see you.
I
know you.
I
am you.
“ Ain’t
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