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And best of all… hard to train.

Chapter Six

Shasta

I couldn’t catch my fucking breath. Adrenaline ran through me like molten lava. That was the hottest shit I’ve ever been a part of, and I said no. Why? Didn’t I want him? Wasn’t this what I was supposed to be doing?

Something about Wasp scared the fucking ever-loving shit out of me. Master? Did I need one? My mind screamed no. I’d been controlled most of my life, told how to talk, and who to talk to. It’s why I left home. My parents had a fucking plan for me I couldn’t live up to, telling me I’d never be anything more than a whore who worked retail. They wanted me to be a doctor like my brother, or a lawyer like my older sister.

But I was none of that... I never finished college, dropping out so I could become Sabbath’s Ol’ Lady. But I never really was his girl, either. I was nothing more than Sabbath’s little puppet, and the way he dictated my life made me absolutely crazy!

But Wasp, his enigmatic persona, the way he drew me in with those dark eyes that felt like two orbs of lust coaxing me closer, I just couldn’t handle it.

My palm pulsed, itching for more. How did it find its way around his shaft? Why was it begging for him to pleasure me—punish me?

I came around the corner to find Keelie crouching on the floor, her back littered with fading and fresh bruises. Red welts circled her wrists, and the way she was hunched over showed every vertebrae in her back and spine. She looked weak and malnourished, but the way she shot up when I touched her, her eyes darkening with pure hatred, had me stepping back, putting distance between us.

“What the fuck do you want, bitch?”

“I just wanted to see if you were okay?”

She straightened, not even attempting to hide her breasts covered in bite marks, and her pussy that was freshly shaved and slightly bleeding.

“Like you care,” she hissed, pushing past me as she marched back towards Wasp’s room. She knocked on his door, her eyes darkening when she saw me staring at her.

Before the door opened, she was on her knees, head bowed, staring at the ground like she was some kind of slave.

“Master, I’ve come back for my punishment,” she announced when the door was opened, lifting her hands above her head in submission as she continued to stare at the ground.

Wasp’s hardened gaze swept over her, but his eyes brightened when he saw me lurking in the hallway.

His gaze, never leaving mine, was trained on me as he unzipped the pants that had magically appeared on his body since I last saw him, and pulled out his cock.

He was hard, but I could tell it wasn’t because of her. He wanted me.

“Suck Master off,” he ordered. “And keep your eyes closed.”

She nodded, moving her mouth over him without protest.

Voyeurism hit me like a freight train as he fucked her face, my body unable to move from the spot I was standing in. He gripped her head, his head swiveled in my direction, his dark eyes growing hungrier by the second.

He mouthed the words, “Fuck your pussy with your fingers” to me, and for some reason my betraying body robotically submitted.

My hand ran up under my dress, disappearing beneath the fabric as my fingers found their way into my already sopping wet folds.

“Fuck!” he growled out, his aggressive thrusts becoming even more powerful, gagging Keelie with his hard, angry strokes.

“Good girl,” he complimented, a sated smirk lolling across his beautifully chiseled face.

My fingers circled my clit, enjoying the show. He was close, I could tell by the way his balls pulled tight and his fingers dug into her scalp. And knowing he was close brought me even closer to my own silent release. My head hit the wall as it pulled back in ecstasy, my orgasm hitting me so hard that I felt dizzy for a second.

I heard his erotic moans as he dropped his seed down her throat, and his guttural command as he demanded her to drink every drop.

I knew he wanted me to stay there in the hallway, forcing Keelie to realize that the only reason he got off at all was because he and I were eye-fucking each other from down the hall, but I didn’t wait around. I’d already made way too many enemies in this building, and I didn’t need to add Keelie to the list.

I found myself back in the bedroom I shared with Sabbath, staring at the bed where we used to make love, longing for that release.

Only, it wasn’t Sabbath I was picturing me fucking on the bed…


Tags: Quinn Ryder Erotic