by Liza James
"Ahh," one guy says, his thumb brushes along my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties. "You want her to fuck you."
He presses against me a little harder, right as my hips roll forward and I can't escape the moan that absently falls from my mouth. K's eyes have fallen to the hands on my body, but as soon as I moan, her gaze flies back up to meet mine.
I can see her own breaths picking up speed, her own body moving in ways that tell me she's just as turned on as I am. I can feel it in the air between us, in the energy flowing through the room while we entertain these fucking losers.
It hardly feels like they're here, honestly.
This is far more intimate than what usually happens in these rooms.
Suddenly, without warning, I'm shoved forward and onto my feet. I stumble, caught off guard while I try to catch my breath and find my balance. My body falls against K and her hands quickly land on my waist before we both stumble back.
"What the fuck?" I ask, looking over my shoulder as I step away from K and distance myself. My own arousal is still throbbing through my flesh, pounding through my wet pussy and hard nipples, but I force myself to face the two guys as expectant expressions cross their faces.
"Your turn," one guy says, and his hand drops to rub over the front of his jeans. His cock is hard, straining against the fabric while the other guy motions to K and I moving together. "You know what we want to fucking see."
"You're kidding, right?" I stammer, the sudden heat flooding my cheeks at the thought of hooking up with K. I'm not fucking doing this again. Not now. She got what she wanted when we were younger, she doesn't get to take it again now on behalf of these assholes. "I'm not fucking her."
The blonde one laughs, lifting an arm and resting it over the back of the seat while he uses his other hand to unzip his jeans. He slides his hand down the front of his pants, rubbing himself, stroking his already hard cock. "If you want to get fucking paid, you'll do something. And I know you've already lost your dance time tonight. So, it's this, or nothing."
God, I fucking hate them. Making me feel like this is my only option? What is life lately? It's like I've suddenly ran out of every option over the span of 48 hours. In a single instant, every bit of freedom I've had has been stripped away through blood and money and sex.
Then I feel her, standing at my back while her chest breathes a steady rhythm against me. Her fingertips graze my hips while one moves higher and trails over my ribs. It's immediate, the energy. The electricity. And when I feel those lips that live in my fucking mind brush against the thin skin under my ear, I practically lose it. Her breath is heated, heavy, and wet against my skin and my heart skips a beat while my mind continues slipping, slipping, slipping.
"You want to do this again, Lyp?" she whispers, but she isn't asking for consent. I know better than that.
"Don't pretend like you don't want this," her lips fall to my throat, moving over my skin in quick bursts of nips and then kisses.
It's hard, trying to keep this moment separate of then. They keep colliding in my head, and while my skin lights on fire, those same angry and frightened emotions start rising in my stomach. "No," I reply, but my hands move over hers while she pulls me back and against her even tighter. "I didn't want it then and I don't want it now."
She steps back, tugging me with her while she moves toward the opposing bench seat in the room. "Stop fucking lying about that." She grinds out, quietly so the guys don't hear her. But her teeth sink into the skin at the bend in my shoulder after she speaks. I gasp, and try to pull free but she quickly yanks me down onto the seat so I'm straddling her lap.
Everything is moving too quickly, and yet far too slowly. My pussy is wet and aching, but my head is spinning with a migraine from hell. The weed, the Adderall, K, all of it is overwhelming so I force myself to live in this moment. To pull myself back into this so I can attempt finding the control I need to.
I'm not the same girl she fucked with all those years ago.
The sudden rush of adrenaline rises inside of me. K's hands slide up my back and into my hair while I sit up a bit taller. I'm hovering over her, my legs spread wide across her lap while I roll forward and grind against her. "I don't lie. That's the difference between us. You hide everything under secrets and refused feelings," I slide my hand to the back of her neck, moving my fingers against the heated leather of her collar while her own body rolls against mine. "I usually feel too much. I did back then at least and I told you how I felt about it."
I release my hold on her while her own hands slide down to my thighs. She grips them tightly as she controls the rhythm in which I grind over her. I lift my hands up and untie the strings at the back of my neck, tilting my head back while her eyes fall to my chest. I know what I'm doing now. I know how to take control of this chaotic mess.
I won't be the one fucked in this.
"But I'm not that girl anymore, K. I hardly feel anything at all." I drop the strings of my top so they fall between us. I quickly reach behind and untie the strings at my back as well, removing my top completely while I hear the guys groan out behind us. Fuck, I almost forgot about them. My eyes, my thoughts, my energy is so entwined with K's that they've become a simple ghost in the background.
Her eyes fall to my chest, and I rest a hand on her shoulder while I hold on to my top with the other. I roll against her, my chest moving against hers, my hard nipples scraping against her skin and her own leather top.
She watches me, silently, intensely. Her eyelids have slipped a bit lower and her lips have parted uncontrollably. A smile pulls across my face before I even intend it, because I know that I have her exactly where I want her.
I'm so wet, my pussy throbs as her hand shifts to move between us. I want her to touch me, if I'm being completely honest with myself. But my need to control this is so much more powerful. So, I grip her hand instead and pull it up and over her head. Her eyes snap up to mine, and I move even closer while dropping my lips to her ear. "Do you think you know me?" I whisper, tightening my grip around her wrist until I feel my nails biting harshly into her skin.
She tenses, and I rest my top next to me on the seat so I can brush my fingers along her pussy instead.
"You don't," I keep speaking, keeping my tone light and direct while I feel her roll her hips against my touch. "You're so wet. So easily manipulated when I need you to be." I laugh quietly against her skin, trailing my lips even lower while I get off on the power I'm taking in this moment.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She asks as she tries to pull her hand from my grasp. I shove her back though and slam her hand against the seat when I reach for my top again. Before she knows what I'm doing I quickly lean back and slip my fingers through the front of her collar, yanking her forward while I shove the thin fabric in between the leather and her skin.
A fucking leash. That's what she deserves.
Her eyes immediately narrow and snap up to my gaze. Her shoulders tense back while I wrap the fabric around my wrist until I'm the one in complete control. I immediately step off and yank her toward me, until I can twist her so she's forced on her back against the seat. I climb on top of her, and vaguely hear the sounds of the guys stroking themselves in the background.
Fucking pathetic. But they're getting what they paid for and I'm getting something surprisingly fulfilling.
Punishment. Teaching K a lesson she needs to learn herself.
I push my knee in between her legs until I'm pressed tightly against her pussy. I shift it forward while using the leash to force her where I want her. My other hand wraps around her jaw and shoves it upwards while my lips fall to her collarbone and suck on her sweet skin.
Now this tastes fucking good. The power. The delivery. The rage.
She's fucking pissed, and I love it. God, I love it so much more than I thought I would.
I pull back and look at her. Her eyes are wide with confusion, but her body is moving against my own and she sucks her lip between her teeth while she
watches me. "Does this feel good, baby?" I taunt her, because I know she wants to moan, I know she wants to let go in this. But the anger I can feel from her energy and her gaze is undeniable.
She doesn't know what the fuck to do. And that's a beautiful thing.
"You do, don't you? Surprised, huh. Didn't think little Lyp would be the one topping you?" I whisper, that smile spreading wide while my thumb brushes across her lip and I pull it free of her teeth. "Go ahead and moan, K. Let me hear what you're dying to give me."
Fuck, she does. She can't fucking help it, and it falls free as soon as I yank on the leash tied around her throat. Shaking her desire loose is something I didn't realize I'd enjoy so incredibly much. I move my knee against her pussy, feeling how wet she is against my own my skin. There's a thread of me that wants to fuck her, fill her cunt with my fingers until she's withering beneath me as nothing more than my own domination.
I want to own her.
But I have other ideas to show her what I can do.
I quickly sit up, pulling her with me by the hold I have on the leash. I stand and she's so thrown off guard that she stumbles in the midst of her heady arousal. I smile, boasting the hold I have on both her sexual needs and physical control.
I shift toward the guys, who have both of their cocks out while they continue stroking themselves and watching us. "Chris told me to take care of you guys, and I have a feeling I know exactly what you both could use right now."
They watch me, their eyes lighting with mischief and amusement as I consider my own options. I know what I want to do, but I know K won't be happy about it.
Perfect.
Quickly, I shove her forward, throwing K off balance enough to where she falls to the ground on her hands and knees. She rips her head back and meets my gaze, obvious anger rolling off her shoulders and tense form. "What the fuck, Lyp?" She bites out, but I yank her forward by the leash until she's forced between buzzcut's knees.
Her eyes turn toward him and then back to me, suddenly widening with understanding while I crouch down next to her. I run my hand along the guy’s thigh, slowly moving it up to his cock while K watches.
I can feel it, the sudden change in her demeanor, in her energy while she watches us. I can only assume that she's stuck between being confused and turned on at the same time. This isn't anything like what we experienced before with each other. Suddenly, she's the one being pushed into something she wasn't ready for.
How does it fucking feel, K?
I wrap my hand around his cock while he releases his own. He drops his fingers into K's hair, fully anticipating where I'm going with this. I begin stroking him, squeezing his base, and sliding upwards while my thumb grazes over his head and slips through the bead of precum.
I turn my eyes to watch her and can't help but notice the way her tongue slips out and across her lower lip. She doesn't hook up with guys often anymore that I can tell, but the look in her eyes says she's hungry for something else.
"You want to taste him, K?" I ask her, dropping my mouth to her ear while I release his cock and bring my thumb to her lips. I drag his cum along her skin before slipping into her mouth, feeling her tongue wrap around my finger while I let her taste him. Her eyes fall closed and a moan rips up from her throat. I feel it in her mouth while she sucks me further, and when I pull out, the subtle pop from her lips is strangely arousing as well.
I use my grip to pull her head forward and her hands suddenly reach for her thighs while she tries to halt the movement. Her eyes dart toward mine and I see her jaw tick under her skin. "Hold up," she bites out. "Not this. I can deal with it while you stroke him. I can even handle you making me taste his fucking cum. But I'm not sucking them off, Lyp."
Her defiance is immediate and strong. The guy’s groan in disappointment and fall back against the seat before taking hold of their own cocks again. But I'm not done here, and she hasn't realized that she doesn't have a fucking choice anymore.
Just like I didn't have a choice.
We're about to be the same, baby girl. Get ready.
I scoff, my lips pulling up on one side while I raise my eyebrows in question. "I'm sorry. You think you have a choice in this?"
Suddenly, the air changes. Everything shifts into something darker, something depraved and toxic. The guys sit forward silently, their eyes falling to Lyp in surprise while her gaze continues boring into me.
Who the fuck does she think she is?
I can hardly believe we're in this moment. Never, in a million years, would I have anticipated Lyp being the one to demand anything of me. This is my role, my dominion. I'm the one who takes and she's the one who feels it.
I'm the one in control. Always. And yet I can't help feeling so incredibly out of control now. How the hell did we get here?
My pussy it wet, and while it was just her and I, I was into it. Shocked at her fucking audacity, but into it. Even now, there's a thread of me that potentially wants this. But it's small, and irrelevant. I don't fuck guys often at all anymore.
I like the control and manipulation in fucking a woman. They're so easily submissive when I need to get the darkness out of me.
Lyp is the first person to put me in a different fucking place.
Before I have the chance to refuse a second time, Lyp's fingers weave into the roots of my hair at the back of my head. She yanks me back and sits up on her knees to grip blondie's cock this time. She strokes him a few times while I'm forced to watch, and her lithe fingers around his thick length is all I can fucking focus on.
Those fucking fingers. Bright pink nails that make me sick. Flashy rings and henna tattooed across her skin. She's always been so fucking loud. In her aesthetic, in her personality, in her voice.
She's been different lately though, and this absolutely proves that notion as well.
In an instant, she's shoving my head forward and shifting his cock toward my lips. I keep my mouth shut, but she drags the head of his length along the skin of my jaw while she leans closer to me. "Be a good girl and open your pretty mouth, K."
Jesus, fuck.
"No," I say, squeezing my eyes shut as she drags him against my lips. Her hand suddenly smacks lightly against my cheek, forcing me to open my eyes while she pushes my head against him a little harder.
"Open the fuck up," she grinds out, anger weaving through her tone when she hits me again. A little harder this time, and I hate how my pussy throbs at the feeling of it. I hate this, but I'm also turned on the degradation and force she's putting into this.
A harder slap and yank to the back of my head as my lips fall open on a gasp. She slips him inside of me, and I can immediately taste the salty remnants of what cum has eased free while we do this. She laughs beside me, and I can feel her watching while she works my head up and down the length of him.
Shit, he's thick and long and before I have the thought to worry about how far she'll push me, I'm already gagging. She rips my head back and off of his dick while she continues stroking him. Spit spans the length of my mouth to the head of his cock while I'm gasping to catch my breath.
She twists my face toward hers and in a moment I can't entirely explain, her eyes have locked onto my own. There's something blazing between us, whether it's the anger in my fucking eyes or the shock in her own. As if she's just as surprised at what's unfolding as I am—fucking bitch.
In an instant, she launches forward and her lips crash against my own. Her tongue sweeps through my mouth, tasting me, devouring me, and even through my own anger, I can't help but give it back. Because suddenly my skin is on my fire and my heart is racing faster than it has in years. A storm of emotions and feelings are whipping through my blood and god, is this what life feels like?
I hardly feel anything anymore. Not unless I'm in the ring, not unless my fists are crashing against something else.
But she pulls back just as quickly, tearing our kiss apart, the energy splitting in two while she releases her hold on me completely. She stumbles back on her ass, her
eyes quickly darting around the room while she hastily wipes the back of her hand across her lips.
She stands all of a sudden and straightens her shoulders, her hands are shaking at her sides, so she wraps them quickly around her exposed chest. Turning to face the guys, she addresses them without even considering me. "She'll finish you both off. And I want you coming in her mouth, okay? Make her fucking swallow." Her eyes fly to me like daggers, stabbing into my chest when I realize she's leaving.
No fucking way.
"Pay her everything. I got what I wanted," she finally adds, as she steps around us and toward the door. I move to yell after her, but buzzcut grips my jaw far too quickly and pulls me back toward them.
"I don't know what you did to that one. But she fucking hates you," he says, his lips pull into a wide grin while he drags me closer to his length.
"Yeah, I got the fucking feeling," I relent, leaning forward and opening wide to take him down my throat.
I moved quickly in that room, finishing them both off and collecting my fucking payment. I don't know why I stayed, honestly. I could have left. She was gone, she didn't make me stay once she had gotten whatever the hell it was that she wanted.
But I wanted to, and it surprised the fuck out of me. There was something about the way she demanded it before she left, wanting them to come down my throat and after finishing them off that pulled something inside of me.
It was hot, this weird feeling of being degraded and controlled so possessively like that. But it was also dark and possessive and so fucking wrong.
Logically, I can't explain why I stayed. But I wanted to do what she demanded of me. Even if she wasn't there to see it.
Shit, I'm fucking sick.
I'm racing through the club to the prep rooms, glancing in every direction in hopes of finding her. I don't see her though, and I can only assume that she left once escaping the confines of that dark and twisted space.
Stepping inside, Skilla immediately spots me and walks toward me, but I hold up a hand and stop her. "I can't do this right now," I grind out, watching as the disappointment flashes across her features. I need to stop dragging her along, I can feel it. But I can't confront the issues I have with her at the moment.