“Fuck, the way you clench your thighs around my face is fucking amazing!”
I don’t know when my guilt from going behind Sabbath’s back dissipated. But I had no qualms about getting feasted on in the closet I shared with Sabbath. He fucking deserved it. Every damn bit of it. I knew he was lying to me about Nina. Either he was hiding her somewhere or she was dead. The thought of either made me nauseated.
“Master’s going to give you his cock,” Wasp informed me, standing to his feet, my legs sliding around his waist until my pussy was flush with his cock.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, grinning when his fingers met my pussy. “Is this for Master?”
I nodded.
He gripped my throat, but not violently like Sabbath or Hoax, it was a gentle, punishing grip. One that had my body thrumming with desire.
“I knew you’d be a good submissive,” he whispered in my ear. His tongue trailed down my neck as he gripped the head of his dick and probed my slit.
“Defiant…”
His mouth moved down my front.
“But internally, you’re hungry to obey…”
The heat of his mouth circled my nipple, and I moaned against the fabric of my gag. The tip of his cock breached the lips of my pussy, but then teased its way out of me.
So frustrating.
“You need instruction. Someone to guide you,” he said in a hushed tone.
More of his cock entered me, but not enough. He was so fucking mean.
“Do you want Master to teach you how to submit?”
My head bobbed without me realizing it. How was I submitting to this man without words? My body needed his instruction—needed to be dominated. Why I had no idea. But I needed it.
“Good girl,” he said as his lips covered my own. “Now, for being so good, you get my cock. Make a sound and I won’t let you come. You got me?”
I mumbled out a garbled, “Yes,” my whole body anticipating that first thrust.
But it never came…
Not when the door slammed open and in stomped the man that would kill us both.
Sabbath.
Chapter Seven
Wasp
It was as if I could feel her thundering heart beating erratically beneath her flimsy dress. My heart was racing at a similar rate, but I had to keep my cool. If I showed fear, even an ounce, we were both dead.
Little did she know… I prepared for this. And even when the door slammed open, and the man stomped in all anger and hatred, I knew it wouldn’t last long.
“Where the fuck is she?” he raged, throwing something against the closet door.
My hand was covering Shasta’s mouth, smothering her frightened whimper before she even managed to get it out.
“That fucking little bitch. I know she’s fucking him. She has to be.”
Who was he talking about? Me? He couldn’t be talking about me.
“I’m going to kill him,” he growled, pulling a gun from behind his back. “I’m going to find him and that little bitch in bed, and shoot him just like I did Leppard.”