Lennox looks to me and points at a spot on the floor in front of him. “On your knees, wife.”
I take a deep breath and step forward with trembling legs. I’m not afraid of Lennox hurting me, but I am afraid that my fantasies are just that—fantasies. Maybe they aren’t something I’d actually enjoy. Maybe he’s going to push me beyond the limits of my fantasies, beyond what I’m comfortable with—whatever that line is. I haven’t tested it yet, so I have no clue. And I wish this wasn’t the first test of those limits.
I walk until I’m right in front of Lennox and kneel on the dirt-covered floor, my eyes looking up at him as his cock strains in my direction.
“Suck me, wife. Show these men you’re mine and no one else’s. Show them how good you suck my dick but will never touch theirs.”
I feel my body tremble, rumbling from the inside out.
Lennox’s eyes are on me and filled with lust. His cock is hard and yearning for me. He doesn’t give a damn about any of the men watching us.
I lick my lips. I don’t, either. I just want him to feel good. I wrap my lips around his cock and suck.
“Good girl.”
I smile and suck him harder, my lips sliding over his hard cock. My hand comes up to stroke him, but he grabs my hand before I can reach him.
“Only use your mouth and take me all the way.”
He’s gripping my wrist tightly, but it feels like he’s doing it to keep his control more than anything. I can’t tell if he’s trying to keep from attacking Andrea or from coming down my throat too fast.
I suck him hungrily. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag.
Lennox groans.
Then Andrea clears his throat, bringing me back to the realization that I have an audience.
My cheeks flush bright red.
Lennox grabs a handful of my hair into a ponytail at the back of my head and pulls me off his cock.
“You’re mine. I’m going to paint your ass red so you can’t sit down for a week, so you won’t be able to run from me. And then I’m going to make you come so fucking hard that everyone within a mile will hear you and know that YOU’RE MINE.”
I’m panting.
It’s exactly how I described it in my journal.
He remembered.
But panic is also beating through me.
I want to be spanked. I want to feel his hand against my ass. I want to feel like he owns me, controls me. I want to see what that freedom is like to willingly surrender to someone else.
And yet, Andrea is here. Men my father’s age are here.
Lennox doesn’t seem to mind his nakedness in front of them. But I’m blushing, and I’m still fully dressed.
I can’t.
My eyes are wild with fear.
And I hear a couple of the men chuckle.
I cast my eyes down in disgrace.
I can’t do this.
Lennox is going to die.