Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CASPER
Just over two weeks, and I was back out in the wild again. Freed from my sterile prison. Smelling the piss and dirt coming off the sidewalk instead of bleach and plastic. Spreading my wings and fluffing my cock feathers as I made my way towards the metal door at the back of the building.
Didn’t take me long to find it. Without Danica’s help, because Miss Mafia Princess told me to fuck off when I called and asked her for directions.
Took me even less time to scale the chain-link fence and flip myself into the alleyway that acted as perfect coverage to creep up without security cameras being able to tell the difference between me and the shadows coming off the extended rooftop.
Black clothing wasn’t just slimming. It made you virtually invisible at the right angle, while the way I moved made me soundless.
I looked up before scanning the lot from left to right. Couldn’t be sure there even were any cameras out here but couldn’t be not sure either. Truth was, it didn’t really matter. I didn’t care if anyone saw me coming. Cared less if they ran. I’d just have to run faster.
Once I was close enough to grab on to the safety rail closing off the steps, I tossed my legs over the top and landed on the other side of the cement platform without even scuffing a boot.
Then, keeping my body tucked under the overhang, I pulled out my little kit and started fiddling with the lock.
Which might as well have been a doorstop, because that was about all it was good for. Making someone stop and pry it open.
I smirked as soon as I heard the click. Had that shit jimmied quicker than a virgin coming in his tighty-whities after seeing his first puckered hole.
And then I was slinking inside a pitch-black hallway.
Up three flights of stairs and over to the fourth door.
Stopping when I didn’t have any choice but to stop because my ass was on the floor and a pair of tits was leaning over me.
A nice, familiar pair of tits. The zipper from a leather jacket jiggling in front of my face.
A few inches closer, and I coulda been pulling it down with my teeth.
I didn’t get the chance, and she didn’t get the pleasure because I was already body-rolling to my feet.
Kicking out her leg from under her until we were switching places with a thump of leather to cheap industrial-style carpet.
The bossman preferred sleek white tile but I was starting to see the benefit of something softer.
Carpet absorbed the noise while tile amplified it, and it was much better for everyone around if we kept this shit quiet.
Contained between the two of us, without getting a bunch of nosey pencil-pushers involved.
Didn’t know how many other offices were in this building, how many more people were hanging around after hours or living in the adjoining apartments.
Just that there weren’t that many cars left out in the parking lot.
Usually I’d have had that spelled out for me, a detailed headcount along with the blueprints, a diagram of the exits, and the sweet spots where none of the cameras reached.
But Bossman didn’t need to know everything I was doing all the time, even if it seemed like he somehow knew everything I was doing all the time.
Especially now that I made the mistake of shitting where I ate.
Papa Bear didn’t like it when you brought girls home, I guess.
I pressed each of my knees down on the meat of Bellatrix’s upper arms, the fifty-odd pounds I had on her keeping her from doing more than a little bucking as I dropped my zipper, pulled my cock out, and rubbed the damp tip across her lips.
She turned her head to the side, drawing a wet line across one of her cheeks while I plugged up her nose.
Until she was left with another choice. Blow or breathe.
It was becoming my new favorite game. Watching someone’s will to live compete with their pride.
I counted off in my head, her struggle dwindling as I got closer and closer to that sixty-second mark. I grinned when I felt that hot puff of air on my balls that told me the taste of my cock was slightly more appealing than death.
She’d get used to it, though. The taste, the smell, the feel…
She opened her mouth and sucked me down.
One agonizing inch at a time. Her ability to hold back her gag reflex telling me she liked it a lot more than she was willing to let on.
Chicks who didn’t like it weren’t good at pretending.
You could read it on their faces. How disgusted they were.
And my little kitten wasn’t disgusted. She was turned the fuck on.
That makes two of us, kotyonok.
I flexed my ab muscles and slid in a little deeper.
We both knew my piercing was at her mercy while her life was at mine as I leaned onto her face until her cheeks were popping out at both sides.
She could bite down again, take another piece of me with her.
But I was in control of how much her lungs were expanding.
Each time she took a breath, her mouth got fuller and her chest got flatter until she was quite literally choking on my dick.
I eased off her a bit, adding extra pressure to my knees and toes as I rocked forward. My fingers still tweaking her nose while my free hand moved down to tweak one of her nipples.
This time, it was an involuntary shudder that had both of us groaning.
“Miss me, myshka?” I thrusted in and out, my voice raspier thanks to the damage she’d done to my throat. Only seemed fair I did the same to hers. “?Cause it feels like you missed me.”