“Not long now, pretty boy. She’ll be right back.” Her tongue teased the tip of my dick for just a moment, she pressed it to the slit, wriggling her way inside until I squirmed. “Such dirty games we play, my sweet little slut. You don’t want to want this, but I know you really do want it. I’m going to make it feel so good for you, I promise. Trust me, you want to trust me, don’t you, pretty boy?”
And that’s when it fucking hit me. I knew this kind of crazy, this kind of sing-song fucking coaxing. I’d been reading it every pissing day that week in Vincent’s shitty little storybook.
I didn’t have long to dwell on it. Topaz burst back through the door with the gurney in tow, and my pulse notched up a gear. Faye would have to let me free to move me. I could use the opportunity to put her in her place and show her once and for all who was really in charge around here. Alternatively, I could play her twisted game a little while longer. Just to see where it went, of course. Call it morbid curiosity.
Topaz wheeled the gurney as close as she could, and her face said it all. She was still goggle-eyed in wonder, still reeling from this Faye-induced madness.
Faye dangled a key in front of me and I knew the moment of truth was close.
“Be good for me,” she hissed.
And it was her eyes. Eyes full of lust with just a hint of nerves, eyes that wanted this, wanted Topaz on my hard fucking prick, wanted this ridiculous fucking gag in my mouth and me bound on a fucking gurney, at her whim, in my own bastard office. Eyes that wantedme.
“Please, Andy, be good for me,” she whispered. “I really want to watch this. Ineedto watch this.”
She dropped to the floor and untied my ankles, then pulled my shoes and socks off and wriggled me out of my suit bottoms. The smile on her face when I didn’t fight her was a sight to behold. She was hot, erotic, dazzling. With a deep breath she turned the key in the first lock and my wrist sprung free. I yanked it from her on instinct, reaching straight for the gag in my mouth, but her eyes were fixed on mine before I’d freed myself, and they were horrified.
“Please…” she said. “Andy, don’t…”
I looked from her to Topaz, who’d burned up like a bright red cherry.
“Please,” Faye said again. “This ismyweek. Myfirstweek. Don’t ruin this for me. Don’t ruin this forus.”
I had no idea which fuckingusshe was talking about, but her voice was so bastard endearing, so bastard needy. I put my hand back on the arm of the chair, and she uncuffed the other in a flash. She lowered the side of the gurney.
“Up here,” she said. “On your back.”
I stared at Topaz, and her eyes were on the floor, shoulders hunched with nerves. Poor little cow, dragged into something totally beyond her, indulging some crazy fantasy simmering away in Faye’s twisted little mind. Topaz’s hands were clasped at her front, fingers twirling together. She had her legs crossed, and they were trembling.
Faye patted the gurney. “Now,” she said. “Let’s go.”
I flashed her a look of pure fucking disdain until she looked away, and then, despite all my common sense, and every scrap of resolve in my horny fucking body, I sat my battered ass on that gurney and swung my legs up. Faye was just a blur then, clipping the cuffs to the rails before I changed my mind. She adjusted my head on the padding like she was some twisted hospital nurse, and spread my shirt away from my chest. I relaxed into the soft mat, steadying my breath, listening to the rancid gurgle of my own spit in my mouth.
“Yes,” she said, and she was smiling. “Oh God, yes. Yes!”
My eyes followed her along the side of the gurney until she was out of sight. She returned with Topaz, holding the younger girl’s hand tight. Topaz hadn’t relaxed any, her cheeks were still flushed pink, eyes looking anywhere but at mine.
“It’s ok,” Faye said. “He wants this, he wants you… look at him.” She squeezed my cock and I groaned and I heard Topaz gasp. “This is your chance… everything you wanted… just take him, he’s yours…”
“I don’t know,” Topaz whispered. “He looks angry…”
“He always looks angry,” Faye said. “He’ll look a lot less angry when he’s got your tight little pussy around his cock, trust me.”
Trust me, trust me, trust me.Like a fucking mantra. Another one of Vincent cunting Blackthorne’s catchphrases.
Now Faye was loosening the button on Topaz’s pleated skirt. And Topaz wasn’t objecting. The skirt dropped to the floor, and Faye wasted no time in tugging away at Topaz’s pink panties. My balls flourished with tingles at the sight of her sweet little snatch, all puffy and red.
Faye gave Topaz a shunt. “Go on,” she said. “Climb up on him.”
I watched Topaz swallow the lump in her slender throat.
“It’s okay, Topaz, he really wants your pussy. I know him well enough. Look into those pretty-boy eyes and you’ll see it. He’s fucking hot for you. Trust me on that.”
Faye moved in behind Topaz, smiling over her shoulder. Topaz jumped. Faye had grabbed her ass, and just the thought of her little white ass made my dick twitch. A sudden squirt of saliva and I nearly choked on my own spit.
“See what you do to him, Topaz. You made pretty boy’s mouth water. Go fuck him!” She gave Topaz’s ass a playful slap.
Topaz raised a trembling knee and Faye practically gave her a fireman’s lift. The poor little cow toppled over the railings, landing hard across my legs. She recovered quickly, hoisting herself up to straddle my thighs, then pressed her dainty little hands to my hips, inching herself higher.