by Jayce, Aven
“Good afternoon little Miss Jameson. You need to get up now and get ready for the Keep.”
“Eergh,” I grumble as I continue to stretch.
“Whom are you talking to?” Cove wakes and turns toward me.
“Carl,” I reply.
“Carl Caverns?” He sits up and looks around the room until his eyes come to rest on the screen. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Easy now, Star. Just getting the two of you up in time for the show. I’m looking forward to it.”
“What time is it?” Cove whispers.
“Two-thirty,” I respond. “And don’t be mean to Carl. He kept me company the other day when I was locked in here all alone. He’s actually kind of nice.”
“Kind of?” Carl questions. “Why thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You don’t know him, Soph. Don’t trust him.”
“Well young Cove, you don’t know me either,” Carl says. He looks to his right as though he hears something, and the screen goes black. Cove stands, walks over to the screen, and places his fingers over the black space.
“What is it, Babe?”
“Did you tell him my name?”
“Umm… no. I don’t believe so.” I think back to our conversations but can’t remember for sure. “I would say no, but you know he can hear us all the time, so he probably heard me call you by your name earlier today.”
Cove looks at the floor and sighs.
“What does it matter if he knows your real name? I mean, if people really wanted to know who you are they can see the NOVA court case information online.”
“There’s nothing online that says Cove Everton the second is my father, or that I’m an Everton. I don’t want people to find out my father is in prison because of what I did. It would be bad for this company, for me, for my father in prison, for my mother and her job, and for Paul.”
“You’re trying to save and protect too many people.”
“I know… I have to. But it’s more than that. He called me young Cove. My parents call me that. It took me off guard. Probably just a coincidence,” he says, and looks at me. “We need to get ready,” he holds out his hand and pulls me out of bed, then gives me a long, passionate kiss. “You okay?” he whispers.
“Nervous,” I respond.
“I am too.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I don’t want to do anything to disappoint you, and I hate it that you’re in this situation. I’ll make all of this up to you someday. I don’t know how, but I will.”
“Cove, you’re taking responsibility for everything again,” I say. “You don’t run this company. Forget about it, I can do this. What happens now?”
“We freshen up, fix our hair, put on some makeup, and I’ll help you get into your outfit,” he responds, slowly peeling the saran wrap off my tat.
“Carl said he’s looking forward to watching us. I didn’t realize people from the company would be part of this,” I say as we walk to the bathroom. Cove takes a toothbrush out of the drawer and brushes his teeth. I relieve myself and start applying foundation to my face. “Does that mean Dayne, Doron, and my father will be watching us as well? And Mera too?”
Cove rinses his mouth and fixes his hair. “Try not to think about it.”
My hands shake as I try to apply eyeliner and mascara. Cove notices and leaves the room, then returns with an open bottle of red wine from the kitchenette. He takes a drink and hands me the bottle.
“Drink some. It will calm you down. Drinking tends to be rather commonplace in this industry.”
I take the bottle and swallow two huge gulps. The bottle passes between the two of us as we continue getting ready.
“This is different from the plane and last night,” I say. “I wasn’t aware of the airplane bathroom recording. After I found out, I didn’t care that people would see it because it was part of the past. I knew the camera was on last night, but I also knew what we did wouldn’t be shown right away. But today… this is live and you’re not in control. What if I do something wrong?”
“Like what?”
“Like throw up, or queve, or make a weird face.”
Cove takes another drink and passes the bottle along. “You’ll be fine, Soph. Don’t think about all the things that could go wrong. Here, let me help you get dressed.”
I laugh at the word dressed, but keep my thoughts to myself. He’s trying his best to get me through this and I appreciate his patience.
“Put the waspie on first.”
I slide my dress off and Cove smiles. The waspie is decorated with red-orange lace in the front and covers my stomach in a diamond shape. The sides and back have crisscross shape cutaways that define my hourglass shape. It reaches just under my breasts, and rests on the top of my hips. Cove holds up the matching lace pushup bra and I place my arms through the straps. He clasps the back and kisses my neck. I close my eyes and enjoy our moment alone.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I’m going to take care of you, Sophia,” he whispers back. “Remember that I’ll be making love to you.”
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ,” Dayne growls from behind. “Are you ready?” he asks, and looks down at my cleanly shaven space. “Nice.”
I pull the underwear on, coat my lips in a dark red lipstick, and take Cove’s hand. He takes a drink and I follow suit as he hands me the bottle.
“You fuckers aren’t drunk, are you?”
“Nope,” Cove smiles. “We had just enough to relax and put on a show.”
Dayne looks at the two of us and shakes his head. “I hate to say it, but I may just enjoy watching this.”
“Just don’t jerk off to us, okay?” I say.
“Why not?”
“She’s nervous, Dayne, leave her alone.” Cove turns and brushes the hair out of my eyes. “He won’t. Don’t think about him.” He kisses my forehead and we follow Dayne out of the bedroom suite and down the hall. We stop in front of the room that I felt trapped in when Carl first approached me in the house. The room with the cage. The one with the red metal bars that run from floor to ceiling. So this is the Keep.
“Did you explain all of this? She understands?” Dayne asks.
“Yes,” Cove responds.
“And the room?”
“No, I didn’t get to the description of the room.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “Floor to ceiling red bars, looks kind of like a birdcage, or a jail, flat screen, chair, and hooks for clothing, circular mattress too. I’ve been in here before.”
Dayne and Cove both give me an inquisitive stare, and I smile.
“With Carl,” I respond.
“What do you mean with Carl?” Cove questions as Dayne’s face changes from curious to confused.
I laugh and squeeze his hand. “When I explored the house the other day I was in here, and Carl found me. He wanted to take me in the cage, but I stood up to him, and he ended up just showing me to my suite.”
Cove relaxes while Dayne opens the door. The flat screen is dark and the room is quiet. I walk in and notice that the circular mattress in the cage is still barren. No sheets or blanket. How sterile and uncomfortable it looks, almost like they could just bring in a hose and spray it down after each use.
“No names. Star and Baby J only.”
“I’m not calling him Star,” I say in a harsh tone. Dayne sends an eye my way that immediately courses fear through my body. “But I won’t call him Cove either,” I continue the conversation. “If anything comes out of my mouth it will be Babe.”
“Call him Star, and nothing else. Don’t fuck this up.”
“We got this,” Cove says with a grin. I think he is a little drunk, or just trying to get Dayne out of the room.
“Get ready, you got five minutes. And don’t fuck the cum shot up this time either. There’re condoms on the side of the mattress, pull it off when you’re close.” Dayne says as he slams the door. I jump at the loud sound of the wood hitting the doorframe
and notice Cove does the same. In an instant his lips are against mine. He exhales deep and slips his tongue inside my mouth; it races around and back out.
His hand touches my behind, he moans, and pulls me against his hard dick. “I need you, Sophia. We’re going to make love, just the two of us. Look at me, not the screen, don’t even open your eyes. Okay?”
I nod as he takes off his shirt, slides out of his boxers, and places both on a chair next to the door. His erection springs free and he presses it against my stomach. “You look beautiful. Gorgeous. You’re mine,” he whispers, his teeth nipping my upper lip. He reaches down and takes the earpiece out of his shirt pocket then places it in his ear. It’s small, and once it’s in, I can barely see it. He opens the low door to the cage and I crawl in with him following me.
“Stay on your knees and face the screen,” he says. “The room has ten cameras so they’ll be able to get a shot whenever we move. Put your head down. Remember to keep your eyes closed. You won’t see or hear anything. The only words will come from me,” he pauses. “Twenty minutes, Baby. I’ll make it fast. And I apologize in advance for the language I’ll have to use.”
I feel hot and dizzy. My palms sweat and my throat begins to close.
“You okay?” he asks. “You’re breathing hard.”
“I think I’m starting to panic.”
“Hang in there. Take deep breaths with me.” Cove inhales and exhales slowly and I follow. Our breathing syncs and I start to relax. I think back to all the students who would spend hours drawing my nude body at the university. This is the same. Just tell yourself that this is no different. People will see me nude, live, only they won’t be drawing my parts, they’ll be… Oh fuck.
“Slow breaths. I’m the only person with you. I’m the person who loves you.” He gives my hand a squeeze and I open one eye to see his smile.
“That’s what I needed to hear, Babe. They don’t love me, you do. Thank you.”
I close my eyes and lower my head again. Ready. There’s a beep and I can sense the glow of the screen through my closed eyes. Cove and I are both silent as I wait.
“Lift your head, Baby. Show me your beautiful face.”
I know he means the clients. Show the clients my beautiful face. I raise my head, with my eyes closed, and slightly part my lips.
Cove groans as I feel his hand slide around the band of my underwear and then in. His fingers touch my clit and I start to fall forward. He keeps me upright by placing my hands on the bars. I grip them for support as he slides two fingers inside of me and flicks my G-spot. “That tight pussy’s nice and wet. I bet you can’t wait to feel my dick drive into you.” I throw my head back and open my mouth. “Yeah,” he whispers. “That’s what I thought. That tight pussy wants me.”
God, I hope my father isn’t watching this.
Cove slides my underwear down and I lift one knee, then another to allow him to take them completely off. He kneels behind me and places soft kisses along my neck, down my back, and around to my front. I feel him lay flat on the mattress, sliding his head between my legs, his body behind me, and his face directly below. He grips my waist and pulls me down to his mouth. I erupt as he nips and sucks at my most sensitive areas.
“Ah,” I gasp.
He curls his tongue and tugs at my inner and outer lips. It’s more intense than usual from the recent shave, and I can never last more than a few minutes when he goes down on me. I didn’t think I would get turned on, but fuck, it’s Cove… and that tongue of his is fucking amazing. I lower my head. Think about something else, Soph, my inner voice says. Isn’t that what guys do? Okay, I’ll think about… ice cream. Yum. I love to lick… oh, ug. Okay, something else. No licking.
“Raise your head, Baby.”
I throw my head back, moisten my lips, and flash a carnal, sexy face for the viewers. Cove slides back from underneath and stands. His hands clutch my forearms and I’m quickly pulled up next to him.
“Pick up your right leg, you whore,” he demands. I lift my foot from the mattress, he takes my ankle in his hand, and I feel my foot rest against the bar of the cage. “Keep it up there, at waist height.” Cove takes my left wrist and pulls it behind my back. “Grip the bar behind you and bow down. You need to practice your ballet moves, Baby J. Leg up, arm back, head down… now open your mouth and suck.”
I’m spread open. People are probably staring up my hole, both holes, and jerking off. God I hope Dayne’s not masturbating to us. No, he’s not. He wouldn’t do that. He gets it all the time and he’s viewed images like this for years. He hates Cove. He’s not even watching.
“That’s it, open that mouth wide,” Cove says as he pulls my hair behind my head and pushes me down on his length. My mouth fills with his cock and I gag as he hits the back of my throat. “Take it all in, there’s more coming,” he growls in a dominant tone. “I’m only gonna get bigger until I cum. Suck it.”
Okay, this person who’s in control is a complete asshole. This is so uncomfortable. I was turned on a moment ago but definitely not now. I hope Mera isn’t watching this.
Cove knows I’m uncomfortable and he slows down. I lower my arm from the bar and grab his balls. He mumbles something and halts for a moment, then grabs my wrist and turns it behind my back in a punishing way. His hips power forward and I gag.
“Jesus, you little whore. I didn’t say you could touch me.”
Those better be the words of the client, and not his own. If I find out he’s saying these things, he’s dog food. Fucking dog food.
He pulls out and releases my wrist, then tugs my foot off the bar. I stand in front of him, eyes closed, my lips wet, my body already sore. I feel his hands on my back and my bra is unsnapped. Slowly, he lets the straps slide down my arms as he kisses my shoulders. Must be a new person. This is good.
“You like that, Baby J?”
I answer with a nod.
His tongue glides down my neck, chest, and to my breast. He’s gentle at first but then bites my nipple… hard, and teases it again when I shriek. My hands are pulled over my head and set through the open space of the bars. Cove wraps a silk cloth around my wrists and ties the ends to the cage. He takes my hips and forces me forward. My breasts hit the cold metal and my nipples shrink into hard points. He sighs and I know he’s torn by what he has to do. I feel his hand on the small of my back, and I’m pushed against the hard bars. My head falls back and away from the harsh object as my chest juts forward and my breasts glide through the iron. They’re on the outer side of the cage, and bounce when Cove crushes his body against mine. He runs his hand over the waspie, to my clit, and then continues down my leg to the floor. I hear a condom wrapper crinkle and tear open. The latex unrolls and his lubricated fingers seize my breasts through the bars. There’s an exhale. Warm breath runs down my back. His legs spread and enclose around mine. I feel a light nip of my earlobe and I detect a silent apology from that one quick gesture.
“Time to fuck,” he declares, and with a harsh thrust he’s inside. My hair is pulled back and his hand is around my neck. Fuck. Doesn’t anyone want to see us in an intimate way? The fast, hard fuck is what these people want? This is it?
“I can’t do this,” I whisper.
Cove slows, releases my neck, and pulls me back against him. My breasts are permitted to escape the cold bars. “Shh, Baby. We’re close. Hold on,” he whispers into my ear. One of his hands is below the waspie and the other unties my wrists. Freedom. He turns my body so I can face him instead of the screen.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
I open them slowly and feel an immediate comfort when I see a concerned look radiate from his eyes. He licks his lips and is quickly back in character.
“I’m going to fuck you, and you’re not going to complain.”
I can see him. This is better. “Well then fuck me,” I smile. “Fuck me hard.” I can watch Cove and I don’t have to imagine who else is around. I don’t have to see the other people in my mind’s eye. Focus on
him. Only him.
He lifts me and my back slams against the metal. I hold onto the bars above my head and wrap my legs around his waist, then slide down until his crown rests outside my opening. My neck is covered with small bites and kisses from his warm mouth, and I lift my chin for additional pleasure. He lowers me and his cock stretches my insides.
“I love that tight wet pussy. Ride me,” he demands, still kissing my neck. His mouth lowers to my breasts as I effortlessly fall over his shaft. “That’s it, wrap that pussy around me.” My ass is propelled upward and I sense we’ve finally connected in this room, even if it is in some sick and twisted way.
“That’s it Baby, slam down hard on my dick.”
I close my eyes for a moment and feel as though I’m on a galloping horse. I ride him, just as he requested… or someone else requested. Oh. Who requested I ride him against the bars?
Quickly, I open my eyes, in a desire to see his face. Stay with him. Don’t think about the others.
“Fuck me, Star,” I gasp, my breath forced out of my lungs with each downward plunge.
He shakes his head and slows in disbelief that I used his porn name, and his forehead rests over my heart. Again, I view this gesture as an apology. His hands move to my back and he presses me tightly against his chest as I continue to jog on his cock.
“Stop,” he says.
“What?”
He lowers his hips and slides himself out. I release my legs from around his waist and drop my feet to the mattress. My mouth falls open as he takes the earpiece out and tosses it outside the cage.
“Last bid,” he says. “This one’s mine.”
“Really?” I whisper.
He smiles and runs his fingers lightly across my lower abdomen. His eyes follow my body down its length to my shaven space. His breath is ragged and deep. I reach my hand to his cheek and gently brush my thumb down to his lips. He takes it in his mouth, closes his eyes, and sucks. I step closer to him and my other hand caresses the sensitive tip of his cock. He moans, and I mimic the movements his tongue makes with my fingers on his condom-covered shaft.
“God, you’re incredible,” he whispers. “I want you.”