“That’s a fine piece of ass,” said the driver. “I would’ve brought her out of the fields and into the big house back in the day. I know you and your brother’s like to share your cunts. You share her?”
“Put your dick out and see,” I said.
“Oh,” the driver laughed. “I like her. A little sapphire. I’ll race you for her, Kunte. Winner gets to fuck her.”
Before Eagle could open his mouth, I got there first. I leaned over Eagle and stuck my head out his driver’s side window, addressing my comments to the Nazi with a fetish for dark meat. “I think you should take him up on his offer.”
Eagle turned to me, clearly surprised. We were so close that the puffs of air coming from his nostrils kissed my cheek. I turned to look at him. Our lips were in alignment, but they didn’t touch.
Racist pieces of shit catcalled out the window. Horns honked behind us to go. But time stopped as I looked down at Eagle’s lush, bitable lips. I wasn’t big on kissing, but I wanted his lips on me. And not necessarily on the lips affixed to my face.
“Come on,” I smiled at Eagle, but my comments were still directed at the pale driver in the next lane. Pity dripping from my lips as I spoke. “It’s the only way that pencil dick has a chance of getting fucked. Even if it’s a small, tiny, slim, little chance.”
Eagle’s mouth quirked up. His tongue dipped out and he licked at the top of his lip. For a moment I forgot we weren’t out in the middle of the street challenging assholes to a street race. Eagle gave me a light push aside, returning me to my seat. Then he turned and looked out the window, giving the other car and its driver a signal.
Eagle turned back to the road and gripped the steering wheel. In the other car, the driver winked at me. The passenger stuck his tongue out and flicked it around in a lewd gesture that did nothing for me. I pulled at my seat belt and braced my feet against the floorboards.
“You are as good as you say you are, right?” I whispered to Eagle. Even if he wasn’t I had no doubt I could break that pencil dick if I got him behind closed doors. But I didn’t want to test that theory.
The tension melted from Eagle’s face. He grinned, as he looked me up and down. His assessing gaze did everything for me. “I like you, Cleo.”
He turned his attention back to the road and revved the engine. I felt a thrill in my core. Eagle inhaled, like a bloodhound scenting fresh meat.
The light turned green. The other car pulled off into the night, in a plume of smoke and a screech of tires. My heart plummeted as we sat in park.
“Fucking amateur,” Eagle chuckled as he put his car in gear.
“It looks like they’re in the lead to me.”
Eagle shook his head as he eased on the gas. “They lost traction when they sped off like that. It’s going to make for a slower acceleration.”
I didn’t understand anything but the red taillights in front of me. Was I going to have to go off with those guys tonight? Would Eagle stand by and let me be the payment for the debt? I had been the one to make the bet, not him. Fuck.
“Just give her a second,” Eagle said. He caressed the steering wheel like it was the curve of a woman’s hip. “She’s about to reach her sweet spot and then she’s going to explode.”
How did he make everything sound sexual?
Beside me Eagle gave the car more gas. I watched the odometer tick up. The other car came closer. We were headlight to taillight. I could see the other driver looking down at his odometer. His body motion looked as though he was stomping on the gas, but the car’s speed did not increase.
Eagle shifted the gears of his car and gave it more gas. When he did, we took off. It felt like we were flying.
We pulled in front of the jerks, and then with another shift, we took off. Their headlights receding into the night. Before they were completely out of sight, I turned in my seat and stuck both middle fingers up for them to see through the rearview window of Eagle’s car. I may have also hurled a few choice curse words and lewd phrases at them as we sped down the street.
When I turned and sat back down, Eagle chuckled. “I really like you, Cleo.”
Chapter Twelve
We pulled up to my house doing the speed limit. We parked on the street and Eagle stepped out of the car. Before I got my seatbelt off, he’d opened the passenger side door.
“I can open my own door,” I said.
He shrugged. “Blame my mother. She’s a feminist, but she screwed up and raised a gentleman.”
I ignored his offered hand and stepped out of his car on my own. Eagle chuckled as he shut the door. He fell in step beside me and we rounded my car. There was another citation on the window. I cursed. So, did Eagle.
“Accident?” he asked.
“No,” I sighed. “Purposeful.”
“It looks like you ran into another car.”
“Yup.”
He doubled over with laughter. When he straightened he said, “I really, really like you, Cleo.”
His eyes roamed my body and I heated. I was going to have to destroy these panties. First that race where every time he’d increased his speed it made the blood race through my skin, and then settle in my core. It was boiling now that those hazel eyes stared into mine. And he seemed to know I was suffering.
“Let me fix it,” he crooned.
“No.”
“Fine, let’s make a deal.”
“I’m not trading sexual favors with you.”
“I was going to give you a low quote for my mechanical services. My body doesn’t come cheap.”
I grit my teeth, but a giggle stole through. This man kept catching me off guard. I needed to get away from him. Or on top of him. I couldn’t decide which idea was best.
“Cleo?”
I turned to the front door. Toy stood at the top of the stairs. Her eyes locked on Eagle. I heard her breath catch as she took him in. Then her gaze and her head lowered submissively.
I rolled my eyes. She was such a slut. It had been a long time since I’d invited someone home to play with her. She obviously thought she was getting a treat tonight.
Eagle’s gaze latched onto Toy as he spoke to me. “Invite me in.”
He sounded like a vampire scenting easy prey. It was as though Toy’s bowed head was her bared neck cranked back as an offering. My neck cranked around for an entirely different reason. I didn’t take well to men telling me what to do, especially when it came to my playthings.
Eagle turned those hazel eyes back to me. His gaze swept over my pinched expression. His lips quirked and he lowered his head and his gaze. “Please,” he said.
Oh, he was good. He was really good.
He peaked up at me from beneath thick lashes. A demon in a wolf’s coat. I turned on my heel and preceded him up the stairs. Toy stepped behind the door. Her breath came in excited pants as Eagle and I crossed the threshold.
“Victoria.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“This is my… friend, Eagle.”
Eagle grinned at the word before turning his attention to my toy. His gaze raked over her and then he turned back to me. I realized what he was doing and it made me wetter. I gave a slight incline of my head, giving him permission to approach her.
“It’s nice to meet you, Victoria.”
Toy’s gasp was audible. Her eyes stayed down. Her throat worked as she tried to swallow her excitement.
“Can I get you something to drink?” I asked Eagle.
“You got a beer?”
“I’ll get it.” Toy bounced on her toes and raced into the kitchen.
We followed her down the hall. By the time we got into our small kitchen, Toy had pulled out two beers and was looking in the drawer for the bottle opener.
Eagle went to the sink. He turned on the faucet and aimed his hands at the stream. But he halted, staring down into the sink. There was a bucket in the basin. Inside the bucket weren’t dishes.
Toy had been cleansing our arsenal of sex toys.
Her gaze wen
t to me. Her eyes widened, unsure if a punishment was forthcoming. Then her gaze narrowed, as though she were contemplating if she’d prefer it. My gaze was locked on Eagle as he considered the array of toys in the sink.
“You know,” said Eagle, turning off the faucet and drying his hands on a dishtowel. “When I was a kid, I used to make pocket pussies out of hand towels.” He turned from the sink filled with vibrators, butt plugs, and nipple clamps and grabbed his opened beer.
I wrapped my thumb and index finger around the neck of my bottle and took a swig. “How did that work?”
“Grab me the dish towel,” he said to Toy.
She did, reaching for the damp towel with trembling hands. She came and stood before Eagle. Her hands were outstretched with the item, her gaze fixed on his chest.
“Do you guys have plastic gloves?”
I nodded my head towards the cabinet below the sink. Toy obediently went to fetch the other item.
“Let me use your hair tie.” Eagle reached behind Toy and grabbed her ponytail. He gave the band holding her hair together a rough yank. She gasped, her eyes closing in ecstasy. Eagle smiled at her before turning back to me.
“First with the towel,” he said. “Can you put your fingers in there, Toy. Hold the glove. Yes, that’s a good girl.”
Eagle rolled the folded towel around Toy’s fingers and glove. Once he had a cylindrical shape, he slid the towel off of Toy’s fingers, leaving the glove inside. He wrapped bands around both edges of the tubular contraption.
“Then you stretch the end of the glove over the towel.” He did so, flipping the elastic band over the edge. “Add some lube, and jack off.” He made a jerking motion with the towel-pussy to demonstrate.
“Nice,” I grinned. “I used cucumbers and bananas. Once an eggplant.”
His eyebrows rose with respect at the mention of the eggplant. “You’re making me hungry.”
“Did you know they used to use goat eyelids as cock rings?” I asked.
“That’s some sick shit,” he grimaced.
“I preferred the good old electric toothbrush, electric razor, and a good old cell phone to get off.”
He nodded. “My favorite was the vacuum cleaner.”
“What?” I choked on my beer.
“That suction?” Eagle said in a dreamy tone. “Yeah, that Dyson is an equal opportunity pleaser. You never tried it?”
I shook my head no, still unable to fathom how one might use a vacuum cleaner on their genitals without getting seriously injured.
“You guys got a vacuum?” he asked.
I nodded. I turned to Toy, but she was already in motion, headed to the hall closet. She brought back our vacuum and set it before Eagle.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He pulled out the cord and plugged the vacuum into a nearby outlet. “May I?”
Eagle’s gaze locked on mine. His lashes were low but the light of mischief burned bright in those hooded eyes. He was trying to break down my barriers, and he was doing a good job. I pulled a wall of protection between us.
“Toy, get undressed for our guest.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I knew she was eager, but she kept her eyes down. Her chest panted as she pulled off the few articles of clothing that she wore. She came to stand bare before him.
Eagle lifted her up and onto the dining table. He went to part her knees, but they flopped open before his fingertips made it within an inch of her. He chuckled and then stomped on the ON switch for the vacuum. Toy jerked as the device came to life.
Eagle pulled off the rectangular attachment, the only one we ever used to clean the floor. “I used to use it without any attachment. I’ve never felt suction like this from anyone’s mouth. I’d blow in under a minute every time.”
That’s because he hadn’t met me. But I wasn’t going to suck him off. I was simply watching this little demonstration purely for education purposes.
In place of the rectangular attachment, Eagle affixed the long, flat suction attachment that looked like it was suited to go between the couch cushions. Toy let out a keening moan as he twisted the device on.
He ran it up her inner thighs. I watched as the long nozzle pinched and sucked her skin in, turning it pink with hickies. “How’s that feel, little toy?”
“Good, sir.”
He moved the device to the crease at her right hip, just on the other side of her labia. Toy’s skin was nude, just the way I liked her. So there was no hair getting caught up in the suction, just her flesh. Eagle moved the nozzle lightly over her skin. I could see her flesh arch up towards the sucking lips of the nozzle.
When the lips of the nozzle landed on her left labia, Toy’s knees bounced up and down and she grit her teeth trying to stay in place. Her knuckles drained of blood as they gripped the edges of the table.
Slowly, the lips of the nozzle marched their way up to her clit. Along the way, they sucked in her labia. Her flesh rose to meet the flat attachment, but Eagle held it just far enough that her skin didn’t get sucked in. For her part, Toy arched up trying to get caught.
I watched Toy fight the losing battle. Just as her body arched and moved with his movements, so too did my eyes. Without warning, Eagle launched his final strike. He swooped in and landed that nozzle directly on her clit.
Toy’s eyes opened wide. Her head arched back. Her hips came off the table and her knees fluttered like a bird trying to take off from the ground.
I watched her, trembling helplessly as he held her down and held the attachment over her clit. She came and came and came. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Desperate whimpers came from her raw throat.
I knew I should step in, but I was too fascinated. I’d never seen an orgasm last this long. I was curious to see how much longer he could make her go.
But then he pulled the suction off her. Toy collapsed down onto the table. She shut her legs and rolled to her side. Her body trembled. She barely made a sound. The only thing that filled the air was the sound of the vacuum sucking down empty air.
Eagle stepped on the ON switch again, turning the device off. “That’s why it’s my favorite. Little effort, maximum results.”
My response was non-intelligible. It didn’t matter. Eagle’s focus was on Toy.
“You okay, little toy?”
Toy’s response was no better than mine. Her eyes were closed and her breathing ragged.
“I’ll put her to bed.” He scooped her up in his arms. Then he turned to me, with my toy against his chest, and stared.
It took me a full minute before I understood what he needed. Directions. I stood on wobbly legs and led him upstairs to Toy’s room.
She was comatose as he laid her in the bed and pulled the covers over her. I stood in the doorway and watched. By the time he’d straightened I’d made up my mind. I was going to fuck this man. I was going to tie him up and make him beg. I was going to bring him to his knees and make him mine.
“Thank you for letting me play with your toy,” he said as I closed Toy’s door. “I needed that distraction.”
“You could have asked her for a blow job before you made her comatose.”
“I have manners,” he said. “You don’t jack off in someone’s sub without asking.”
We stood at the top of the stairs. He faced me and leaned against the wall. I saw in his eye that he was waiting for me to say something. He knew I was aroused. I know he could smell how wet my panties were.
“Do you need to be taken care of?” I asked.
He shrugged. “There’s a party at my house tonight. We’re celebrating that Crow’s going to be okay. I’ll have someone take care of me there.”
Again, we stood staring at each other. I knew that all I had to do was give him a word and I could have him. I knew it would be magnificent. But not tonight.
Eagle was a tricky one. If I wasn’t careful, I might trip up. And then he’d have me instead of the other way around. This was war and I had to take time and prepare for the next battle because clear
ly he’d won a few today while I was just coming to realize I was under attack.
So instead of dropping my panties, or making him drop his pants, I walked him to the door. I opened the door and he stepped across the threshold without protest. When I looked in the driveway towards his car, I saw that mine was gone.
“Relax,” he said and eased a hand on my tensed shoulder. “Hawk came by to pick it up twenty minutes ago.”
“You stole my car?”
“No,” he said. “I did not steal your car. I’m fixing it. I’ll have it good as new in two days.”
I saw red. He’d already won one battle on my home turf. He’d begun a second and I hadn’t even noticed. Even worse, he was fighting dirty, using the nastiest tactic in any man’s arsenal; chivalry.
“You’re an asshole,” I said.
“You’re welcome.” He grinned. “I’ll pick you up in the morning for work.”
“You’re trying to make me dependent on you.” I shoved a finger into his chest. It did nothing to move him.
“I’m fixing your car.” He caught my hand, and rubbed his thumb over my wrist. “Pay whatever, however, and whenever you want. Or not at all. It’s your choice.”
“How’d you even get it started?”
He snorted at that.
I yanked my hand out of his grasp. “What if I call the cops and report my car missing?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “Here’s how to find me.”
He handed me a card with ‘Watchers Crew’ written on it overtop a logo of winged tires. Below the logo was an address and phone number.
Eagle winked and then headed up the drive. Before I could think of any insults to hurl at him, he was gone in a squeal of tires, leaving his mark on the asphalt of my driveway.
Chapter Thirteen
He just watched me. We sat across from each other while Toy writhed in orgasm. Her nipples were straining pinpoints as she arched her back. Her heels dug into the carpet and she ground her ass down as her pussy juices dripped into the fibers. Her arms and thighs shook from the impact. It was a beautiful sight, but he wasn’t looking at her. Eagle was watching me.
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