He tilts her head to the side and devours her mouth with his. She unbuttons his jeans and then shoves the zipper down.
He pulls back, grips her leather corset, and rips it open, exposing her chest and stomach. Then he drops to his knees, yanking her black faux leather pants to her ankles. She steps out of them.
He stands and begins to suck on her neck. She moans, her hand reaching inside his undone jeans to pull out his cock.
He’s hard.
I swallow the bile, praying that I choke on the underwear Law shoved in my mouth. I can’t watch this.
She brought me here for this? She made up with me for this? For revenge on what I did to Datson.
Tears fall down my face when she drops to her knees. He grips her wrists and holds them above her head to his chest while his free hand grips her hair. He begins to fuck her mouth. Hard and fast. Her body jerks, and she shifts on her knees.
I close my eyes, unable to watch anymore. I turn my head to the side.
“Watch, doll,” Law says, gripping my chin and turning my face back to the stage. I whimper, sucking in a deep breath through my runny nose.
He shoves his hips forward one last time and then roughly pushes her away. She falls onto her back and spreads her legs wide for him as he stands staring down at her, stroking his still hard dick.
Her hands move to her pussy, and she starts fingering herself. He lets her play while he leans down and gets into the pocket of his jeans. He removes a condom and rolls it on.
Then he walks over to the side of her body and reaches down, gripping her hair. He yanks her to her feet, and she screams as he shoves her face-first into the old brown leather couch. Her knees up underneath her on one of the cushions and her back arched, he stands behind her on the stage. He fingers her for a second, and then he’s sliding into her. I hear his body slap hers while she moans and whimpers.
Her hands dig into the leather, holding on for dear life. He shifts, putting all his weight on his left foot and raises his right to place it on the side of her face, holding it down to the couch while he grabs her hands and pins them behind her back.
I sit helplessly, watching him screw someone who I thought was my best friend. Only to prove a fucking point. And I’ve never hated anyone more.
He finishes and pulls out of her. Removing the condom, he tosses it onto her back. Leaving her lying on the couch, he gets dressed and hops off the stage.
I push myself farther into the chair as he stalks over to us. “Hey, doll,” he breathes.
I turn my head toward Law, allowing my hair to shield my face from Scout.
He grips my hair, forcing me to look up at him, and I bite down on my soaked underwear to keep from crying.
His free hand slides between my thighs. I try to fight him and clench them shut, but he gets his way. Tears fill my eyes when he runs his fingers over my pussy. “Such a shame.” He sighs. “Our little doll is dry.”
I glare up at him, breathing heavily through my nose.
Law snorts. “She wasn’t when I was playing with her.”
He removes his hand and wraps it around my throat, holding me in place. “This was to show you that we can fuck whoever we want, whenever we want. But you do not have that option.” He leans down and kisses the tape covering my mouth. “Remember that the next time you try to make me jealous.” He lets go of me, shoving my head back, and walks off.
I look at the stage and see that Jamie is no longer there. My eyes dart around the room, looking for any sign of her, but I see nothing.
Law gets up and picks up his knife off the floor. He slices it down the tape between my legs. I throw my head back and release a muffled scream as he rips what feels like pieces of skin off. Then he reaches up and rips it off my lips. Shoving his hands into my mouth, he removes my underwear and places them in his pocket.
“I fucking hate you,” I growl, looking up at him through wet lashes and messy hair covering parts of my face.
He pauses, his blue eyes meet mine as a smirk plays on his lips. “Doll, you don’t even know the meaning, but you will,” Then he slices the tape off my arms.
GRAYSON LAW
She stands from the chair in nothing but her red heels, and I have a thought of bending her over the back of the chair, spreading her pussy, and fucking her with my mouth. I could make her wet again. Easily.