No, maybe, after she was finished with Carter, I’d get her to kneel in front of me.
She bobbed along Carter quicker now, her mouth more used to his thickness. Zoey took him in like a champ, eagerly sucking even as his hips began to move. He did not fist her hair, but he still jerked his hips, pushing his length deeper into her throat. She couldn’t deep-throat him like Crystal could, but perhaps with time, that would be a skill she would learn.
“Fuck,” Carter’s strong body shook when he came, a loud groan escaping his throat as he pushed into her mouth. Zoey slowed, letting him spill into her, tasting his seed firsthand, and after Carter withdrew his cock from her mouth, she licked her lips and swallowed him down.
Zoey would get no rest, yet.
“Come to me,” I commanded, something like pride swelling within me as Zoey turned her head toward me, her cheeks flushed from giving Carter head. I leaned forward in my seat, scooting my ass towards the edge and parting my knees. “I want to feel that mouth, now.”
She was before me the next moment, having crawled to me, leaving Carter and his cock behind. Carter wasn’t happy, but nevertheless he stuffed himself away and lounged on the couch. For once, it would be his turn to watch and become the voyeur.
Those blue eyes rose to meet mine, and I felt my cock harden even more at her nearness. The darkness in her stare, the way her expression begged me to claim her, to give her life a purpose again, what could I do besides lose myself in her? I had my work, and then I had her. It was all I needed.
My dick was out within moments, looking quite impressive in her hands. I held in any groans, though it was difficult, even as she stroked its length a few times, staring at it as if she’d never seen something more appealing.
When she brought her mouth to it, when I felt her hot breath on my tip, I gripped the armrests of the chair, stopping myself from holding her like that. I could be rough; I didn’t want to hurt her. Not yet. Not when I’d finally gotten her to see the truth, to admit to both herself and me that she was all mine.
Her mouth was like heaven. Like heaven molded into pleasure and given form. My balls immediately tightened when I felt that mouth take me in, when I felt her suck on my tip and lick off the precum. She was everything I thought she’d be and more. So, so much more.
Even though I tried to keep it in, a groan left me. I couldn’t help it. Feeling her mouth wrapped around my cock, seeing her pink head bob along its length, gave me a certain type of pleasure that no other mouth or head could.
A meeting by chance. A meeting due to her curiosity. Who knew it would lead us here?
The pleasure built inside me, swiftly mounting and increasing exponentially until I could no longer fight it. One of the hands gripping the armrest went to the back of her head, my fingers digging into her hair as my balls tightened and released all of the cum that had been building ever since I’d finger-fucked her.
The orgasm ripped through me like a violent tide, a storm I could not fight. My hot seed spewed into her mouth, nearly choking her, but I didn’t let her lift her head. Not yet, and not even after the orgasm faded. A part of me never wanted that mouth to leave my cock again.
But it had to. As much fun as it would be, life was not all about fucking. I had shit I needed to do, things I needed to take care of, and I could not do any of those things with a pretty, pink-haired girl wrapped around my cock.
I was measured in letting her go, eyeing her up as she pulled herself off me and went to wipe the corners of her mouth. Her tits still hung free, and I let my gaze drop to them. I should get her some new clothes; wherever it was she shopped was not a place I wanted her to go back to. I knew what I liked, and I would dress that body up exactly how I wanted to.
It was official. Zoey Marbella was mine, and I would make sure the entire fucking world knew it.
Chapter Seven – Zoey
I could not believe my luck. Not even a little. I mean, really, my luck sucked ass. No offense to Lake, because he was sweet, but it seemed like I ran into him way too much. That, or he was always waiting around, hoping to run into me. Which, now that I was thinking about it, I wouldn’t put past him.
It’d been four days since I agreed to be Roman’s, whatever the hell that meant. All I knew was he left a generous tip with Autumn after our session together, and I was off for the next few days. Didn’t work until Tuesday, which left me with a lot of time on my hands. So, since I had my rent taken care of for the next month, along with the utility bills, I decided it was time to do the one thing all adults seemed to hate doing: grocery shopping.
It was made even harder due to the fact I didn’t have a car or a little metal cart I could roll with me as I went, so I really only ended up buying a few bags of things. Better than nothing, though.
Anyway, back to Lake, who was somehow standing in the lobby, getting his mail when I arrived back at the apartment building. There was a moving truck outside with some furniture in it—I was not in the know when it came to my neighbors or anyone who lived in the building besides Crystal, so I had no clue whose it was.
Lake’s lean figure was hunched over as he looked through his mail, but he perked up the minute he saw me walk through the glass door, grinning boyishly, two huge dimples appearing on his cheeks.
Yeah, okay, couple those dimples with his bright blue eyes and blonde hair and he was devastatingly cute. So cute I caught myself wondering, just for the quickest of seconds, what it would be like to let him take me out on a date, as he’d been dying to do ever since I moved in.
Would he try to kiss me? Would he be all shy and awkward? I couldn’t imagine him being any other way, honestly. With the way he rambled, I couldn’t imagine a date with him being anything less than full of his awkwardness.
Bryan had never been awkward. Even before we started dating in high school, he’d been the confident one, the one who had both sports and his classes handled. Lake could not have been the furthest from Bryan, but still, my ability to differentiate them—to admit to myself that maybe Lake wouldn’t hurt me like Bryan had—was nowhere to be seen right now.
“Hi,” Lake spoke, flashing his perfectly white and straight teeth, a smile for the ages. It was as if, the moment I walked in, he forgot all about his mail. “Imagine seeing you here.”
“Yeah,” I said, “totally crazy.” I hated that I felt like I couldn’t trust Lake; he honestly seemed like a good guy, but I’d been down that road before. I used to think my little sister was a good person, too—and look at where that got me. Fooled, made to be an idiot in front of my entire family.
Lake could not be happier as he bounced to my side. “Going up?” He held onto his mail, but his blue gaze was on me, all on me. The world could turn to ash around us, and I didn’t think Lake would notice.
“Oh, no. I actually forgot something at the store, so I’m going back.”
“Really?”
“No,” I said. “I’m joking.” Hmm. Maybe I needed to work on my sarcasm. Or maybe I was just being a bitch without realizing it. Either way, Lake should get the hint and just leave me be; things would be so much simpler that way.
Lake accompanied me to the elevator, hitting the up button. “You know, if you ever need me to take you anywhere, I’m more than able to—as long as I’m here and not in class or working.” The grin he gave me then was so sheepish, it was unbearably cute.
Nice guys did exist out there, somewhere. It was just difficult for me to trust my judgment when it came to guys after what happened. I did not like being made a fool of.
I smiled at him. A real smile. “I appreciate that, Lake. Thank you.” The elevator door opened, and we both stepped on. As it closed and Lake hit our floor button, I added, “But really, it’s okay. You don’t need to look out for me. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself in this cruel world.”
“Sure, I mean, I know you can. You seem to have it all under control,” Lake said. “But I’ve always thought life is better when you don’t have to do it alone.” He shrugged,
as if he hadn’t just spoken something profoundly deep. “What fun is life when you try to do everything yourself? If someone could help make things easier on you, why not let them?”
I stared at him. “Why do you want to make things easier on me? You don’t know me.” If I had my way, no one here would know me. I’d just be a face they saw in passing, the girl they made fun of behind closed doors for her peculiar choice of hair color.
“I don’t know,” Lake spoke as the doors opened to our floor. We stepped out, but neither of us headed to our apartments; we stood just outside the elevator, and as its door closed behind us, he gave me a look that made my heart ache. “You just seem like you need someone, but you don’t want to admit it.”
Was it written on my face? Did my eyes scream help me, I’m lost? I didn’t know how to respond to Lake for the longest while—but, as it turned out, it was a good thing I didn’t, because during my stalling, I happened to glance over to my apartment door.
It was open, and a dolly sat just outside the door.
“What the hell?” I spoke, heading straight to my apartment.
Lake was just as confused as I was, and he walked with me. We both peeked into the studio apartment, finding that two huge guys were currently in the process of rearranging my bedroom area.
And by rearranging, I meant they brought up new furniture, and even a new mattress.
“Uh,” Lake whispered, neither of us stepping inside my apartment, “do you know those guys? They were not in there when I went downstairs to check the mail—either I zoned out, or they work really fast.”
“No, I don’t,” I said, manning up and walking inside. I could tell Lake didn’t want to come in with me, the two beefy guys made him uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to leave me alone with strangers who had somehow gotten into my apartment when I wasn’t home.
It wasn’t like I had a fake-looking rock sitting in the hallway with an extra key. First off, this was an apartment building, and those stupid things only worked for houses. Second off, no one knew I lived here, besides Lake and Crystal. Who in the world…
I set my groceries down in the kitchen area, causing both burly guys to look at me. “Who the hell are you guys?” I asked, figuring we’d better get straight to the point here.
Neither guy said anything; they were both about a foot taller than me and riddled with tattoos. They looked like the kind of guys you’d see in a dark alleyway, the kind of guys you’d instantly turn around and hurry away from.
Yeah, it was a good thing Lake was here, just in case.
One of the men reached into his pocket, pulling out a small envelope. As the other man finished setting up the bed frame and lowering the new mattress onto it—a real mattress, not a cheap air mattress like the one I had before. My original stuff was nowhere to be seen—he walked over to me, handing it to me without saying a single word.
The man working on the bed harrumphed, “We got more to go.” He and his partner vanished the next moment, taking the dolly with them as they went.
I watched them go, growing more confused as the seconds ticked on.
“That was weird,” Lake muttered. “Normally when people get furniture deliveries, they’re aware of it. They pay for it. You know, the usual—”
I tuned out his rambling as I tore into the envelope, pulling out the small, handwritten notecard stuffed inside. Written in thick black ink, as if the words were drawn with a quill and not a pen, it said: Here’s to us. On the bottom, it was signed with the letter R, nothing else.
One guess as to who R was.
Lake leaned over my shoulder, trying to read the note, but I held it against my chest, turning to him with a puzzled expression. “Well? What did it say? Who’s it from? Don’t keep me waiting in suspense.”
Roman, but I wasn’t about to tell Lake that, because then I’d have to explain who Roman was, how I’d met him—which would then lead me to telling him where I worked, which I did not want to do. Not that I was ashamed of working at the Dollhouse, I wasn’t, but for whatever reason, I just didn’t want Lake to know. I wanted to keep Lake separate from that life for as long as I could. Maybe a part of me feared that he would no longer want to spend time with me, no longer be so kind to me, if he knew everything there was to know about me.
And my arrangement with Roman, whatever the hell you could call it. Me agreeing to be his. Funny, because I did not recall ever telling Roman where I lived or even hinting that I needed furniture in my place; somehow all this shit had miraculously shown up on its own, like he’d done his own digging into my life and decided I needed this stuff anyway.
“My parents,” I muttered, lying through my teeth. I thought I sounded believable, but then again, I was never really a liar. That crown belonged to Willow and Bryan, not me. “They must’ve found me.”
His voice lowered, and he glanced over his shoulder to make sure we were alone before saying, “Did you not want them to find you?” Even though it was stupid, it sounded like he really cared about what my answer would be.
“No,” I said, catching myself, “I mean, yes? Ugh, I don’t know.” I ran a hand through my hair, crumpling up the note and tossing it in the garbage can near the fridge.
If Roman would go this far, out of the blue, what else would he do? Would he have cameras installed in my place just to make sure I was behaving right? I agreed to be his, but that didn’t mean he could control my whole damned life. I didn’t run from one gilded cage to be caught in another, you know?
Even if Roman’s cage came with cocks aplenty.
Lake must’ve set his mail down, for the next moment I felt his hand gingerly touch my upper arm, and I turned to meet his gaze. “If there’s anything I can do,” he said, pausing when the guys reappeared, carrying a huge, brand-new flat-screen TV, still in the box, “just let me know.” He peered around the guys, getting sidetracked a bit. “Is that seventy-five inches?”
A chuckle made its way out of my throat before I could stop it, and Lake glanced back to me.
“Right, uh, I mean—”
“It’s fine,” I said. “Do you want to stay with me while these guys finish up?”
Lake still looked guilty for getting excited about the size of the television set, and he muttered, “You sure you don’t want to send any of this back? I’m sure these guys would—”
The bigger of the two turned toward us, shaking his head once. “Are you crazy? You don’t return a gift from—”
I stepped between them, cutting in quickly, “Yeah, yeah. I know. Don’t worry, I’m not returning any of it. Just hurry it up so I can make dinner, will you?” Thank God, the two beefy guys nodded and got back to work.
Lake scratched the back of his neck, looking just as awkward as I felt after that whole thing. This day was not turning out how I thought it would; not at all, but that shouldn’t be a surprise. And I chose to assume surprises like this would become commonplace as long as I was Roman’s… whatever I was. His.
His belonging. His body. His obsession. Seriously, I had no idea what it was about me that made that man obsess over me, but it was kind of nice, being wanted.
This, though? This was a little overboard, wasn’t it?
“You want to stay for dinner?” I asked Lake. I didn’t have a table or any place for two people to sit yet, but I bet those guys had more in their truck for me. Maybe a table would be the next thing they’d bring up.
He blinked, not bothering to hide his shock. “Really? I mean, yeah, totally—I’m more than happy to—”
“Don’t get too excited,” I told him. “I’m not a great cook, and all I bought at the store was pizza rolls and microwavable food.”
“I could order us something for delivery,” he suggested, grinning, beaming at me, so happy to be invited to stay for dinner, like I had literally just made his day. And, hey, maybe I did. Maybe Lake didn’t really have a life outside of his college classes and his work.
I waved him off. “No, let me cook for you. I insist.”
Lake could not stop grinning. The smile was infectious, and I wrestled with myself as the two strangers finished up filling my apartment with everything I could possibly need. A tall dresser, a huge mounted flat-screen TV, even a tiny sofa. The apartment was damn near unrecognizable when they left, and even though I had pizza rolls in the oven, I couldn’t help but get lost in my thoughts.
This wasn’t right. Me, taking all this stuff from Roman. It was basically just me accepting whatever agreement I’d walked into—er, begged to be in when his hands had made me feel alive. God, those hands…
And then I’d dropped to my knees like a greedy cock slut and sucked both Carter and Roman off.
What was wrong with me? I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have turned into a whimpering fool the moment Roman walked into my life, let alone let my body light with fire anytime those black, soulless eyes landed on me.
But I did, and now I had to face the consequences. The consequences that, apparently, involved presents of the expensive, intrusive variety.
Lake was overly amicable to the two guys as they left, and once they were gone, he closed the door and sighed. He shot me a half-smile, saying, “Well, that was eventful.” He took in the newly-decorated apartment, adding, “Although, to their credit, this place does look a lot better. You were sleeping on an air mattress before?”
“Uh, yeah.” I made my way to the sofa, sitting on it and expecting some hard, uncomfortable cushions. It wasn’t. It was the softest fucking sofa I’d ever sat my ass on. Of course.
It wasn’t like I wanted to admit to Lake how I’d been living since moving in here. I literally ran with next to nothing, pretty much only cash. Lugging along a mattress was one of the last things on my mind as I hightailed it out of my parents’ house and away from my lying sister and my fuckup of a boyfriend.
Ex-boyfriend now.
Lake took his time in sitting beside me, careful to leave some space between us. He leaned back on the couch, lifting an arm and hanging it on the back cushion. “Why’d you run away?” A pause before he quickly said, “Sorry if that’s too intrusive. You don’t have to answer.”
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