I glower at William and then at the rest of the utterly quiet room. I’m sure there’s a video camera ready to record this despicable moment. But it could’ve been worse. I may not have gotten the choice and had been beaten instead. I’ve seen it. I silently cried before, watching as my dad put someone in their place.
It’s different when it’s me and a guest leader.
This is worse than what my dad would’ve done.
I crawl forward on my knees, getting closer to Esteban. He looks down at me, his face hardening. Is that regret in his eyes? Maybe. He probably liked the idea for all of a second, and now he realizes just what he’s involved in. At least, I’m going to pretend that’s the case.
Goosebumps prickle over my bare chest, and I reach up and run my fingers over Esteban’s belt, unfastening it for him.
The crowd shifts, some of our members turning away, giving me more respect than I’m sure William believes I deserve. Others take a step closer, ready to enjoy my humiliation, probably wishing that they could’ve been in Esteban’s position. I know for a fact that Bianca’s dad would’ve been first in line. He’s always been grossly inappropriate.
I peek up at Esteban, meeting his hazel gaze. “You better be fucking clean or I’ll risk another round of punishment to ensure you never get off again.”
“I am, Princess.” He closes his mouth, tightening his jaw, watching as I unzip his pants and reach into his boxer briefs, pulling his flaccid cock free. Well, at least he hasn’t gotten excited over the position I’m in yet. Maybe he won’t get a boner at all, but the thought of putting a limp dick in my mouth makes this a bit worse.
Especially one the size of his. He has to be at least six inches soft. I wonder exactly how big he’ll be when I turn him on.
“What’s the matter, Knave? You can’t get it up for the pretty Princess?” This comes from one of our oldest members, a man and his nineties who should’ve keeled over already. Mr. Clementine owns one of the biggest production companies in Hollywood. Our chapter has done a lot for him over the years. He should’ve been in prison a long time ago.
“Fuck off, viejo. I prefer that my women want me and not be coerced into it like you.” Esteban grinds out the words, surprising me.
His reaction is enough to give me the confidence to continue. I stroke my fingers over the length of his cock, trying my best to ignore the fact that we have an audience.
He tips his head back and closes his eyes, no longer looking at me, but I continue to stare at him. I want him to feel the weight of my anger.
I lick my lips and prepare to give him what I’m sure might be the best blow job of his life, but two hands lock on to my shoulders before a robe drapes over me.
I stiffen at Christos’s familiar cologne. His figure blocks out the candlelight, shadowing over Esteban.
“I’m volunteering to accept the Princess’s consequence on her behalf just like Esteban is accepting my reward on my behalf. It is in our chapter’s rulebook that anyone, at any time, can trade places as part of their SOS. I’m doing this for her, proving that I did not agree with the situation. She did nothing wrong. I’m the one who is wrong and should be punished.” Christos lowers himself to his knees beside me, grabbing my chin to get me to look at him. “I’m so sorry, astéri mou. I’m so fucking sorry. I know you’ll never forget what I’ve done, but I’ll never stop trying to earn your forgiveness. You don’t deserve this. I do.”
William doesn’t argue and only slams his cane down. “Proceed and strip, Count. We run fair consequences around here.” The fucker. He’s full of shit, and we all know it. If I were a man, I’d have never been given the option of getting on my knees. It would’ve been something else. He chose these two, knowing I’d be too afraid of getting beaten. True colors look awful on a man I had respected.
Christos strips beside me, showing off his muscular body. I shouldn’t still be so attracted to him after everything. My confusion leaves my mind spinning.
“Jesus Christ, Count,” Esteban mutters. “You’re serious? Take the cane.”
“And be down for weeks? Fuck no. At least you can imagine someone else. Now suck it up. You volunteered.” Christos rolls his shoulders.
“You owe me,” Esteban says, training his eyes on mine.
I gather my nerve and try to get to my feet. William slams the cane down, startling me. “Princess, you’ll remain where you are and learn from this experience. Now appreciate the gift given to you.”
I fall back on my ass and blink. Shadows crawl across the edges of my vision. I peer around at the crowd, inching closer. The red light of a camera blinks on. Someone’s filming this to use as collateral to keep us in line.
“Proceed, Count,” William says, adjusting his robe.
All I can do is watch in silence.
A part of me hates this whole situation, but another part of me craves this revenge. Christos deserves this. It’s time he pays.
8
Suck It
Thiscould’vebeenworse.It’s what I have to tell myself as I stare at Esteban’s cock softening before me. I don’t know what I’d prefer, gagging on his hard eight-incher or having it flaccid like a thick noodle resting on my tongue.
I shift, exhaling a long breath. Is that pre-cum? Shit. A drop gleams from his tip. Cringing, I drag my finger over it, swiping it with the pad of my thumb. This is bad enough as it is.