by Marni Mann
“Get on the bed,” I told her. “Call her over here, so she can put on that strap-on and fuck your ass with it.” I pulled her hair, so her head went back, exposing her whole neck. “I’m going to make you bleed tonight, Layla. That’s how badly I want to be inside you.”
“Yesss.”
That was the first thing she had said since I briefly strangled her, and it was the answer I’d wanted to hear. I set her on her feet and slapped her ass so hard, she lost her balance and almost tripped while going toward the bed.
When she reached the mattress, she took off her panties, leaving on her heels, and got on all fours. She looked over her shoulder and said to the stripper, “Come fuck me, baby.”
The stripper came across the room, slipped her legs through the leather harness of the strap-on, and tied the belt across her waist. The purple dildo sprang out toward Layla’s ass. It wasn’t as big as my cock, not as wide or as long, but it would get that hole ready for me.
“Fuck her,” I barked at the stripper. She reached for the lube, and I stopped her. “Make Layla suck it.”
Layla turned around, her lips molding over the silicone, deep-throating it, coating it in her spit. After only a few bobs, the stripper pulled back and slowly entered her. I was so fucking high, I could feel her pussy through my jeans, through my boxers, through my skin. It felt like I was dipping half of myself into that hole, and it was squeezing me all the way down to my feet even though I wasn’t anywhere near it.
But I needed to be. I needed to be inside it.
I dropped my jeans to the floor. Then, I took one of the condoms and rolled it over me. I moved behind the stripper. Her thong covered her crack, so I shifted it to the side and briefly rubbed her hole before I shoved my dick into it.
I could have come right then.
It was tighter than I’d remembered. Wetter. And I could be as rough as I wanted with her—and I was, using her hips as leverage, so I could pummel into her. She screamed after each pump, having just enough time to take a breath before the sound returned. It made me move faster. It made me reach a deeper spot. It made me want to take her lips and press them right against my ear, so I could hear even more of that noise.
“Harder,” the stripper hissed, breaking the scream.
Jesus, these fucking women. So needy, so demanding. Not nearly submissive enough.
“Get out of the way!” I shouted at her, removing my cock so that I could put it in Layla’s ass.
The stripper followed my order and gave me full access, watching as I entered Layla.
“Fuck her hard,” the stripper yelled.
I didn’t hold back. I didn’t let Layla get used to my size. With the combination of the Molly and coke and my cock getting milked, it all felt so fucking good. I wanted to come. But I couldn’t, not until she screamed.
The stripper moved to my side, her strap-on rubbing against my thigh.
I couldn’t concentrate. So, I grabbed it and yelled, “Get it away from me before I rip it off you!”
“Where do you want it?”
I knew she was probably hoping I would say my ass, but that wasn’t my thing, no matter how high I was.
I pulled Layla’s hair, so her head moved back until my lips were close to her ear. “Give her your pussy.”
“While you’re in my—”
“Yes,” I snapped, cutting her off. These girls loved to talk back. “And you’re going to fucking like it.”
I directed the stripper underneath Layla and guided Layla’s pussy on top of the strap-on. She slowly rose over the tip and dropped down over it. When she lifted again, I gripped her hips and fucking laid into her ass.
I didn’t show any mercy.
These drugs were making me feel better by the second, and now, I wanted this tight hole to suck all the cum out of me.
Within a few strokes, she screamed. The mix of pain and satisfaction was so goddamn perfect.
And it was just enough to send me over that edge.
“Layla, come right now,” I said, feeling the cum load through my balls and shoot out the end of my cock.
I barely had to move. She did all the work for me, rocking her hips, sucking it right out of me, while she screamed through her own orgasm.
The feeling was more intense than it had ever been. It wasn’t just in my cock and stomach. This shit spread through my whole body, making each of my limbs tingle before they all turned numb.
I slid my dick out and squeezed the condom off, letting it drop to the floor. Layla moved off the stripper and sat on the bed. The stripper was on her back, fake cock sticking in the air, her face all red and full of tension. We needed to change that color to pink.
“Eat her,” I told Layla. “Fast and hard until she comes.”
“And you?” she asked.
That fucking mouth.
I gripped her face between my hands. It felt like her cheeks were sucking on me, turning me the same purple as her skin. “By the time you’re done, I’m going to be inside your ass again, but this time”—I licked her lips to get them ready to eat—“you’re going to get on top and ride the hell out of me. And, when you become sore and dry, I’m going to fill you with spit and keep on fucking you.”
Thirty
Tyler
Three Years Ago
Love was a feeling I’d never felt before. I didn’t know its symptoms, its side effects. I didn’t know the depth it could reach, how it could trigger so many other emotions, how it influenced all my decisions. But it had done just that, and the stronger it grew—something I hadn’t known was possible either—the more it consumed of me.
Jae was responsible for all of it.
While my connection to him deepened, so did my hatred toward The Achurdy. I felt anger every night when I returned from The Auction, after every meeting I had with Mina, after every glance at my bank account.
I resented the money, something I never thought was possible, and I wanted to give it all away just to get closer to him.
As the months had passed, Jae’s offer to protect me became much more enticing. But once that thought entered, as it lingered, as I considered what that would truly mean and how we would have to live our lives, I’d push the possibility right out of my mind. Taking his help would be putting myself first, not him, and I cared about him too much to do that.
So, I accepted what I had, which seemed so little—a phone call a few times a day, texts, a monthly visit, stories about his friends and family even though I could never meet them—and I learned how to manage this double life.
I lied to Wynter and the girls every time I smiled at them. I pretended to give a shit when one of them was talking, when I was in a meeting with Mina, when I was complimenting Nix on his art, when one of the deer was flirting with me, when I was manipulating my marks, when I was trying to get them to bid higher.
I was fake through all of it.
And I’d hardened.
Every time I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn’t recognize the person who stared back. She was hollow, miserable, full of fury and resentment. Even her eyes had darkened, ironically to the color of Jae’s, where the blue had started to disappear, showing more of the black. If I was in there, I couldn’t feel it.
The only time I felt any resemblance of myself was when I was with him. I hadn’t expected him to notice what was happening inside me. I was so used to hiding it that it came so easy to me now.
But, when he said, “You’ve changed,” during one of our dates, I knew he could see right through my mask.
We were sitting on his couch, a cheeseburger and fries and a few beers in our bellies. I was cuddled into his chest as we stared at the fireplace, the gas flames dancing through the wooden logs.
Those two words hit the top of my head, his breath staying right there as well, keeping my skull unusually warm.
“What do you mean?”
He took several breaths before he said, “You’re just different than when I first met you.” He rubbed his wide ha
nd over the center of my back, making sure I didn’t try to get up. “You were so emotional back then. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that side of you or since I’ve felt that fear.”
He was right.
And I believed that was due to the hardening.
It wasn’t that I wanted to get caught. I didn’t at all, and I still had no idea what would happen to me if Mina found out. Since Sadie, another girl had been fired from The Achurdy. Just like last time, Mina had called me into her office, told me the girl had broken a rule, and asked if I knew anything about it. I hadn’t known a thing. I hadn’t been close to this girl either. And, after that morning, no one saw her again.
I just knew that what Jae and I had wouldn’t last forever. The Achurdy was bigger than both of us. Inevitably, it would cause things to end between us—whether that was from Mina finding out or me not wanting to put him at risk anymore or the little we had becoming too painful or Jae being the one to pull away. We were on a countdown, and I was afraid those numbers were getting lower.
I leaned up, so he could see my face. “I’m emotional when it comes to you.”
His stare reached all the way inside my body. “You don’t have to go there, Tyler.”
It had been a year since we started hanging out, and we hadn’t really voiced our feelings. Not in front of the other person anyway. There had been plenty of times when I cried so hard in the shower, the hot water was long gone, and the only thing warm on my body were the tears that streaked my face. Just because he hadn’t told me how he felt didn’t mean I couldn’t feel his emotions. I felt them all the time. His patience alone told me how much he cared. So did every time he picked up my call after only the first ring, when he immediately returned one of my texts, when he was always waiting for me at the bar when I got there. Those actions weren’t out of kindness. They were because he felt the same way as me.
“I do have to go there.” I was so careful about our dates, but still, I knew, at any moment, Mina could put an end to them. I had to make sure he knew how I felt in case that ever happened. “I cry for you, Jae. For what we can’t have. For what I want. I just keep those tears inside, and I don’t let them shed when I’m with you.”
His mouth touched mine. It was a small kiss that was so gentle. So caring. And it only lasted a second.
But I wasn’t done.
I lifted my head a little more and took all my weight off his body. “When I met you, I couldn’t see past my limitations. It was like I was bound to a wheelchair, and all I wanted was to run. Somehow, we’ve made this work. That’s because of you. You’ve never pushed me for more than I am capable of. You accept what I give you, and in return, you make me feel like I’ve handed you the world. I know you want more. But that’s because I know you, not because you’ve ever made me feel that way.”
He held my face and moved his lips close to mine. I was so used to his grip, it didn’t surprise me anymore. I loved the firmness of it. The way it demanded my attention.
“You’re more than enough, Tyler. You’re the only person I want. The only one I need. I’ll take whatever you give me, and that will never change.”
I believed him.
And, while I held his eyes, my stare moving between them, I felt the words on my tongue. I felt my lips part. I heard myself speak, “I love you.”
I expected there to be relief. I’d been feeling that way for so long, I thought there would be a lightness in my chest when I finally said it. But there wasn’t because I knew it could never go beyond those words. It could never be what I truly wanted.
And the anger was suddenly there again.
“Don’t say it back,” I threatened. “I’m not ready to hear it.”
The truth was, listening to those words would hurt too much. As much as I wanted to hear them, I would be better off this way.
He continued to hold my cheeks, and he kissed me again. This one lasted much longer. I felt it through my whole body. I felt it wrap around my heart.
His actions were speaking the words, and I heard them so loudly and so very clear.
One day, I’d remember this moment. I’d wish I could return to it, put myself in this exact place, beg for his lips to be on me again, for his hands to be touching me, for our bodies to be this close.
But, right now, I had him. And I had us.
Thirty-One
Mina
Present Day
“We have a serious fucking problem!” Arman screamed.
I held the phone a few inches away because his shouting was killing my eardrum, and I closed the balcony door behind me. “What’s going on?”
Arman didn’t call unless it was an emergency. The fact that this was unscheduled and around midnight told me it was worse than I probably feared. Things had been running so smoothly, too, so I imagined the problem had occurred behind the scenes. Those were usually scarier than an issue with one of my girls.
“It’s our supplier. He’s cutting off our goddamn drugs. Says he won’t sell to us any longer. He gave me some excuse about being watched, and he can’t provide the amount we need.”
I walked over to the edge of the deck and leaned into the half-wall of stucco, looking at the ocean in front of me. “What are you telling me, Arman?”
“I’m telling you, we’re out of business until we can find a replacement.”
“What?” I shouted. Then, I glanced behind me, waiting for there to be movement at the door or through the glass. There was none. Keeping my voice down, I said, “You don’t have a backup?”
“Christ, no. We’ve had the same supplier for the last twenty years. I never thought I’d be in a position where I needed to use someone else.”
This was against everything Arman had always taught me. In order for our company to run at the level we required it to, we needed a backup for everything. If something happened to a mark, I had another one lined up. If things didn’t work out with one of my girls, I could solve it. I planned for the worst. I had to for the type of business we were in.
But, to hear that our company couldn’t operate because we didn’t have a secondary drug supplier, that was simply unacceptable. We relied on that medication. Our organization as a whole couldn’t function without it.
“Tell me you have a plan, Arman. Every day we’re not out there, getting the marks we need, we’re losing out on money. That’s cash from my pocket and yours.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” he yelled.
“What’s your solution then?”
“I don’t have one. I’m working on it. We have the connections we need to find another one. It just isn’t as easy as you would think. There are so many goddamn regulations now, and everyone is afraid. Money doesn’t talk as loud as it used to.”
“Make it talk.” I looked down at my ring finger. I hadn’t worn my lion in a few days. Suddenly, I missed it. “Solve this problem before everything falls apart.”
We had enough drugs to last us through the end of the week but not a day beyond that. If things didn’t get fixed quickly, I didn’t know what I’d tell the girls. It wouldn’t be the truth; that was for sure. The truth would make me lose my credibility. They expected a certain amount of jobs at this point. They relied on a steady stream of income. If I couldn’t give them that, they’d want to leave. Then, there was the chance of them taking off and ratting to the authorities before I could find them, and I couldn’t let either of those things happen.
“I’m working on it,” he snapped. “I’ll call you in a few hours with an update.”
He hung up, and I stared at my phone.
In all the years I’d worked for The Achurdy, there was always challenges. With the girls, with the marks, with the auctions. But never something this large and vital to the operation.
I heard my name being called from inside the glass door.
I thought I had been quiet.
Apparently, I’d thought wrong.
“I’m coming!” I shouted back as I walked toward the sliding doo
r.
I almost laughed at how ironic that statement was.
In a few minutes, I was sure I’d be doing just that.
Thirty-Two
Beard
Layla’s face appeared on the screen of my cell, my hairy fucking mug in a small box in the bottom corner. We hadn’t video-chatted that many times in the past, mostly because I didn’t want her seeing my bedroom. Even the smallest detail could give away my location, and I had to be real careful about that. But it had been a week since I was in Miami, and the Venezuelan rub-and-tug Diego had brought me to had a breakout of crabs, so the place was shut down. That was seven whole days without a chick touching me. If I couldn’t get one to suck me off, then video sex was the next best thing.
“Miss me?” Layla asked, her lips puckering into the screen.
“And me?” the stripper added. She was gnawing on hers, like the way I had a week ago. They were so goddamn fat, it was like chewing on a piece of gum.
The two of them were lying next to each other in bed. I saw the headboard and the light-gray walls, flashes of the blanket that was underneath them. What I really wanted to see was under the comforter.
“Fuck yeah,” I answered, glancing at my cock, which was standing tall and ready.
By now, I knew the way this conversation would roll out and the next two questions they’d ask. They’d want to know when I was coming home and when they could come and visit. The last time we’d talked, Layla had tried to get in even deeper, asking about my childhood and if she could meet my friends and shit. She obviously thought of me as more than just a fuck toy. It sounded like she wanted some type of relationship.