Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Azrael
The blonde is like a startled toy, and I find the connection somewhat amusing, but I’m unwilling to share that. I wonder if her eyes will widen further when she takes my thick cock.
I drag a finger over my lip. What an interesting thought. Perhaps she doesn’t know how to open her throat up, and I could teach her. My balls ache with a sudden need to come, and I disguise my predicament by shifting in my chair, appearing more agitated than anything else.
“On your knees,” I snap out, pointing toward the floor.
The blonde glances around the room.
Jesus, where the hell did they collect her from?
The dark-haired woman drops to her knees at my feet, and I’m grateful for her compliance, truly, I am, but what I really want is the blonde to submit. “You!” I point at her, and fear radiates from her in waves.
I paid for her services, and now she’s getting cold feet.
She probably volunteered for this job, then realized the enormity of the situation, or more likely, who she would be servicing.
I understand the Carrera name can bring the fear of God into some people, but I want my cock sucked, and she’s only adding to my heightened desperation.
With one hand unbuckling my belt, I use the other to point toward the floor, and she stumbles into action. For some reason, I caress her head the moment she’s at my feet.
Her blue eyes soften as she stares up at me, and her fear dissipates the more I reassure her. She’s the perfect submissive; I’m just not sure she realizes it yet.
I dip my hand into the waistband of my boxers and pull my cock from its confines, springing it free. Touching it has me hissing through my teeth in a bid to rein in the arousal thrumming through my veins, thanks to the little blonde toy at my feet.
This emotion. This overwhelming, out-of-control feeling is something foreign to me, and I don’t fucking like it. Not one bit.
Fisting my cock aggressively, I slap the brunette across her cheek with it. “Fucking suck!” I bark while staring at the blonde.
The moment her lips wrap around my girth, I revel in the sensation. Warm, wet heat envelopes my solid length. I release my cock and place one hand on the back of her head to force her down farther, thrusting my hips once to make her gag and splutter.
The slick sounds of sucking and pleasure fill the room. The two women on the bed become background noise as I push the brunette up and down on my length while my eyes remain locked on the bewildered blonde, but when her little lips part, I yank the dark-haired one off me, ignoring her gasps.
“Share,” I demand, guiding the tip into the small waiting mouth of the blonde.
“Use your teeth and I’ll break your jaw,” I warn in a tone that would make grown men cower, but she glares back at me, opens her mouth, and curls the tip of her tongue over my engorged head like she’s tasting a damn lollipop.
My jaw falls lax. The sensation coupled with her vulnerability, fear, and trepidation, has pre-cum pumping from the tip in a long stream that coats her chin beautifully.
“Lick—” I clear my throat. “Lick it all up.” She nods slowly, then wraps her slender fingers around my girth, grazing my hand.
I allow the action despite never permitting a whore to touch me this way.
The touch is electric. Our eyes remain locked; if I so much as look at her small hand on my cock, I’ll combust.
She guides me into her mouth again, then sucks the head.
Jesus, that’s good. I practically melt back into the chair.
My eyes become hooded, but I force them to stay open to watch every action.
This innocent act is something new to me. A flame has been lit inside me, and I want to fucking burn in rapture.
She hollows her cheeks, taking me deeper, and her tongue lavishes my cock further. She sucks me further down her throat, swallowing down my pre-cum like she’s greedy for it.
“My little whore is hungry for cum, huh?” I muse, stroking her silky hair, and I welcome the way she turns into my touch.
“That’s it. Such a good little slut, satisfying me,” I praise.
Her eyelids flicker between open and closed, like she’s savoring my taste, delighting me further.
Jesus, I need to do something before I come already.
“Save some for the other whore,” I chide, pulling out of her mouth, then aim my cock at the brunette.
I slam down her throat, and she takes it.
Spittle oozes down her chin as I push her head down further and lift my hips, fucking her mouth with vigor, but not once do my eyes leave my little toy.
It’s like I’m fucking her, using her mouth.
When she licks her lips, pleasure surges up my spine, so I pull the brunette off and ram my cock into the blonde’s mouth in time to come.
“Fuckkk.” I grip the back of her head with one hand while palming her cheek with the other, using her for my satisfaction.
“That’s it, greedy whores like being fed.
Swallow it all, Little Toy,” I grunt, pumping my hips forward.
She pushes against my thighs, and I find it comical that she thinks she can shift me; it only adds to my determination.
Every drop will be buried inside her. “Swallow.” Thrust. My mouth falls open and my vision blurs.
“Every.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Drop.” A hungry growl rattles in my throat, and a roar of pleasure erupts from me, causing vivid lights to dance before my eyes.
The orgasm slams into me with such power it takes my breath away.
The women on the bed scream their own release into the room, but all I see is my little toy choking on me, and I fucking love it.
Jesus, do I love it.
I slowly come down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced, then release the back of her head. She gasps for breath, and I chuckle, delighting in the tears pooling in her eyes. I grin manically down at her, thrilled by the turn of events.
She looks downright shocked. Maybe she’s used to clients using her with grace. The thought irritates me. Another man using her for his pleasure is not something I want to think about. Usually, I couldn’t give a shit as long as I got my rocks off, but the thought is unsettling.
A small droplet of cum drips from the corner of her mouth, and I find myself scooping it up and pushing it into her waiting lips.
She sucks adorably soft, and again, this is not something I’m used to.
Normally, a woman would try to look seductive when serving me, but this one is at odds with all others.
I withdraw my finger, unwilling to ponder on it further, then I grip her chin and remind her of who she is, and more importantly, who I am. “Say thank you, Little Toy.”
Her blue eyes narrow, flaring before she pastes on a sardonic smile, and I fight the urge to throw my head back in laughter.
“Thank you, sir.” The softness and genuine tone of her voice have me tilting my head to scrutinize her, and I can’t deny there’s something drawing me to her, something that has me wanting to know her story.
I can’t afford any distractions, so I refuse to delve deeper into my fascination with her.
“Kiss my cock goodbye, little slut,” I demand, basking in the way her nostrils flare and her face is marred in indignation.
She leans forward, and the whisper of air released from her as she moves toward my cock has me strangling my length in the palm of my thick hand. Her soft lips touch the swollen head, and when she swipes her tongue over my slit, a hungry growl rumbles deep in my chest.
The little whore knows precisely what she’s doing. She’s poking the bear.
She’s goading me, and I’m about to punish her for it.
My phone vibrates in quick succession in my jacket pocket. It’s Jensen calling. Something he wouldn’t do unless I was urgently needed.
Pulling back, I make quick work of tucking my cock into my pants and buckling up my belt, then I turn my back on the women and pull my phone from my pocket.
“Go on,” I drawl.
“Sir, I’ve a situation.”
“I assumed.”
“Permission to leave the premises.”
I rub the pressure point at the top of my head; seriously? Tonight, of all nights, he has a fucking emergency.
“Is it necessary?”
“Yeah.” Yeah? That’s all I’m getting? He’s cutting my night short, and all I’m getting is a one-word response. “I can drop you back at yours.” Code for he’ll tell me about the issue in my office later where he knows it’s secure.
“Go ahead. Have the SUV waiting for me in five minutes.” I end the call.
When I turn back around, four women’s eyes are all on me, eagerly awaiting their next command, and I’m grateful for Jensen’s discretion; you can’t trust anyone.
Fastening my jacket at the middle, I head toward the door.
I don’t pay the blonde any more attention; if she’s vying for it, I refuse to take notice.
I’m sure I’ll catch up with her in one of the clubs at a later date.
No, I will catch up with her at a later date.
Something tells me we’re far from finished, but I have more pressing matters to address.