Leppard? He shot Leppard? What the fuck?
“No, Sabbath, we gotta be good. We can’t act. Not yet. You’ve already got too much blood on your hands, and you need to cover your tracks. Nobody can know. Nobody.”He scratched his temple with the gun.
“But what about Wasp? He knows…”
Shit.
“He’s a friend, Sabbath. You can trust him.”
Why is he talking to himself like he’s two different people? Is he really going insane? Did what happened in the cabin make him snap?
Shasta’s eyes were round and filled with tears, panic was plaguing her, and I felt like I had to calm her down. But I couldn’t, not until my safety net came into play.
A soft knock on the door startled Sabbath, and he whipped around, gun pointing straight at Keelie’s face.
“What the fuck do you want?” he growled.
“You,” she whispered, her voice quivering with fear.
“Me?” he roared, still hyped up.
“Everyone else has had a taste of you, Sabbath. I want to taste you too.”
She fell to her knees, looking at the floor like I trained her to do.
Sabbath’s eyes raked down her battered and bruised body, and he shook his head.
“You’re Wasp’s play thing.”
Her head rose slowly, and she met his eyes. “But why settle for mediocre when you can have a king?”
That stroked Sabbath’s ego, just like I hoped it would. I prepped her for this moment. But I had to admit, hearing her say it out loud was a little wounding.
“So, take me, my king. Use me in whatever way you like. Your darkest desires will be fulfilled if you just ask.”
He lowered his gun, throwing it on the bed behind him.
“I do need a release,” he said, falling for my trap.
I didn’t tell Keelie why I needed her to do this, just that it was what Master wanted. Sacrificing my slave to get a piece of the queen was a much-needed sacrifice.
I had to admit, as the man stalked toward Keelie, lifting her chin so her mouth was equal height to his dick, did make my heart clench just a tad. That possessiveness in me was rearing its ugly head. But I sucked those thoughts down, my cock hardening when I watched his dick move past her lips.
“Stay silent,” I whispered into Shasta’s ear.
Her eyes were pinched closed, and I could tell that watching Sabbath through the slats of the closet was killing her inside. But this was necessary for her submission. Without his betrayal, I didn’t know if I could make her go as far as I needed her to—to become submissive to me.
For two whole minutes, she kept her eyes shut, tears falling down her beautiful cheeks as she listened to him fuck Keelie’s face, and all the gags that came with it.
I could tell I was losing her, so I did what any good Master would do, I found my way to her center and thrust a few fingers inside of her until her eyes popped open and I met the panic swirling around her irises.
“He won’t hear us. Not if you’re really quiet, little minx. Let Master help you get past this. Don’t focus on them. Focus on me. Focus on the hatred and anger building inside of you. Let me help you release all that.”
She nodded, but her tears wouldn’t stop. It was rather unlike me, but I wiped them away. I wasn’t the sentimental type, but seeing Shasta breaking apart made me want to console her—make her forget it all.
There was a loud smack, and I watched as Sabbath whipped Keelie around, pressing his erection against her ass. “I heard you like it rough. Is that true, Keelie?”
She screamed out a yes as his hand crashed against her ass. But I knew that scream, despite her fear, she was enjoying his control… control I lost some time ago.