Chapter 6
The mansion certainly wasn’t home.
But home is where you sleep, right?
I could feel my concrete enclosure under my feet even as we stepped on the squishy grass to get to the mansion’s gates.
Ethan seemed cautious, but Melodie hadn’t taken her hands out of his pants since we’d gotten in the car.
I hated it.
I felt like a part of the story that didn’t fit.
Nothing new…
I didn’t fit anywhere.
And I hated the mansion.
Even the places I was finally seeing for the first time, now that Natalie was allowing me to visit them, were hollow. It was all an echo.
I could hear the faucet in the downstairs bathroom dripping the minute we stepped through the doors. It overpowered the rustle of Ethan’s belt and the skin-slapping sound of Melodie jerking his cock.
One…
Two…
Three…
It wasn’t even loud, but my brain didn’t want to hear what was beside me.
Melodie sneezed suddenly and yanked her hand out of his pants.
“I need to pee! Holy fuck. Play nice, boys. I’ll be right back!”
Ethan looked around with an awkward smile, and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his undone jeans. “So…”
Melodie swept past me and nodded back towards him, licking her lips. “I got him ready for you. Go play.”
Easy for her to say.
She could probably relax while being buried alive.
Melodie headed upstairs without another word, and I felt the blanket of awkwardness settle in my bones.
At least Natalie was nowhere to be found.
Is Melodie really going to the bathroom, or is this a ruse?
Throw me into the shark tank and lock the fucking door.
Melodie turned toward me from where she was still standing on the grand staircase and hollered down. “Cry Baby.”
I looked at her, confused about why she was being so damn obvious.
“What?”
“You’ve spent the entire night trying to become what you think men want.”
“I wasn’t—”
“You were.”
She smiled, and Ethan did, too.
“It was adorable, and he saw that.”
I scowled at her and ignored Ethan’s chuckle.
“I wasn’t adorable.”
“You nearly apologized because you made eye contact.”
“Shut up.”
She laughed again, and now Ethan was full-blown laughing too.
Great…
“Here’s lesson number one, Cry Baby.”She pointed at Ethan and then made a kissing motion with her hands. “Stop asking permission to exist and kiss the man.”
“I don’t—” I started, but she shook her head at me.
“You apologize every time you breathe.”
“I do not!”
She raised an eyebrow, and I opened my mouth, then shut it again.
“Sorry.”
Silence.
Then…Ethan burst into laughter, and my stomach twisted.
No. No more laughter.
Without thinking about it, I turned and slammed Ethan against the wall. He was taller than me, but I used my thigh to press into his cock, grinding my leg in tune with his shocked moans.
Melodie actually clapped. “There he is.”
I wanted to disappear into the fucking floor, so instead I linked my fingers into Ethan’s hair and yanked his face down to my mouth, copying what Melodie had done to me outside the bar.
Our tongues warred, setting off a frenzy of groans, and I kept him trapped against the wall, not allowing him to switch our positions.
I needed to be in control.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Swirl after swirl of our tongues, he was melting into my body. His cock grew thick and long, pressing against my stomach through his undone jeans, and I felt the wetness there at the tip.
“Look at you,” he said with a chuckle against my lips. “Who would have known you were so aggressive. I love it.”
Aggressive? Maybe. He likes this. Okay. Do it again.
I bit his lip, growling into his mouth and grinding my own dick against him.
“No, you look at me,” I said, not recognizing my own voice. At first, he started to laugh again, but I pressed his cock with my knee, and his eyes shot to mine. “I said, ‘Look.’ ”
Ethan’s eyes met mine, and they were pools of lolling submission.
Mmm.
“Good boy,” I said, and he purred, seeking more friction, but I was in control now. He couldn’t get more without my permission.
I smiled and reached up to hold his mouth open, pinching his cheeks between my thumb and forefinger, keeping it wide.
“You want that cock stroked, Good Boy? Show me.”
He moaned again, and I spit into his mouth, yanking his hand to my mouth and spitting on it too.
Melodie noticed us from the top of the stairs. I saw her return from the corner of my eye, but I was mostly focused on Ethan.
“Why are you acting like you’re prey?”
I blinked, hearing Natalie’s incessant voice in my head, and I shook it. But the voice was masculine, too, almost like I had heard the insult from multiple people.
What the fuck.
Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, and I realized I had fallen out of rhythm. He was waiting.
Fuck fuck fuck.
“I…uh…” He looked nervous.
Why was he so nervous now?
Melodie leaned against the banister, saying nothing, just watching from the balcony.
Watching me.
Watching Ethan.
Watching whatever fucked up invisible game she thought she’d invented.
Ethan shifted his weight and cleared his throat. “You’ve got a nice house.”
Is this what happened after making out? Small talk?
“Yeah,” I said, trying to get my bearings.
Silence.
He filled it immediately this time, and I watched his lips as he spoke, seeing little wells of blood where I’d bitten him. “So…what do you do?”
“I paint.”
“Oh.”
More silence, as the images of all my beautiful works came into my mind. So many times I’d coated myself with my paint. It all spoke to me. Cold paints were sad. The warmth of blood in paint was a happy thing. It sounded like laughter.
“I mean, that’s cool. Artists are fun.”
He kept talking, and I shook my head, trying to comprehend what he was going on about.
Was he trying to impress me?
My stomach twisted, but something felt…
Wrong.
Not bad.
Wrong.
Like I’d been reading the script backward.
Melodie finally spoke up from her vantage point, causing me to frown. “What do you notice?”
“I…”I frowned harder. “He’s…”
Ethan had stopped talking.
Both of us looked at him, and he shifted again.
“He’s trying really hard to get my attention now.”
Melodie’s smile widened, and she nodded. Ethan began to protest, but I looked at him more sternly, and he stopped.
“Keep going,” Melodie said.
“He’s…”
“No.” Melodie shook her head. “Stop guessing. Observe!”
“I’ve barely spoken to him, but...”
“Correct,” Melodie chimed. “But you did do something, didn’t you?”
“My body talked?”
I looked back at Ethan. “And now he’s kind of…waiting.” If he was confused by our conversation, he didn’t show it, just watching me with anticipation.
The realization landed with surprising weight.
Waiting for my approval.
Waiting for my reaction.
Waiting for me to decide what happens to him next.
The room shifted in my mind and for the first time all night…
I wasn’t the nervous one.
He was.
Melodie folded her arms and looked pleased.
“Interesting,” I said, mostly to myself.
“I don’t…” Ethan started, but my eyes silenced him.
I swallowed, feeling the power flow from this confidence I’d never felt before.
I don’t feel small anymore.
No.
“I feel…” I said, trying to think it through.
Power wasn’t the right word.
Control?
No.
Certainty.
Like the constant static in my head had finally settled into a straight line. Every drip of that fucking faucet was too quiet to affect me now. Every sound in the mansion, all the creaks and echoes. They didn’t bother me anymore.
I was focused on one sound.
His.
Every angle of the room felt like a map I could plan in.
Everything clicked into place for my attack. What I wanted from this man in front of me.
Ethan smiled nervously and cleared his throat.
“So… what now?”
Without thinking, I answered.
“Kneel.”
The word left my mouth before I’d decided to say it, but it felt right.
Ethan blinked.
Then…
His knees hit the ground.
Just like that.
He was in front of me on his knees because I’d told him to be there.
The silence afterward was deafening, and I stared down at him, practically vibrating as he stared up at…
Me.
Melodie came down the stairs and walked over to us. I slowly turned toward her, still feeling my body trembling with need.
“What the fuck was that?”
Her grin became almost predatory, and she kissed me roughly.
“There you are.”
“I didn’t even think about it…It just came out…”
“You’ve been trying to become Natalie’s idea of a boss. But you…”She stripped her shirt off, and her breasts fell loose, hitting my body, and I couldn’t help but grip them. “You don’t seduce by pretending to be loud, Cry Baby. That’s not you.”
She tapped two fingers against my chest and let spit drip, running down over her nipples and my hands. “You seduce by making people want your attention.”
I looked down at Ethan, who was still waiting, basically whimpering and begging for guidance.
A strange warmth settled low in my chest.
Not excitement exactly, but recognition.
Maybe I’d spent my whole life assuming I was fragile because I cried too much and my brain wasn’t like everyone else’s. Maybe I’d been wrong.
Melodie smiled like she’d been waiting for this exact moment all along and was a proud mentor. “Congratulations, Cry Baby.”
I frowned.
“For what?”
“I think you just discovered you’re not meant to follow.”She tilted her head. “You’re meant to lead.”
Lead? Yes.
“Get my cock out of my pants and suck me down your pathetic throat. Get me fucking wet,” I said to the man at my feet.
He didn’t fight me. He immediately did as I said, and when my cock felt his wet mouth, I jerked in surprise.
Yes. Oh yes.
“Fuck!”
Melodie looked at me, her mouth watering at the sight.
“Don’t let him have all the fun, Cry Baby. I’ve been dying for that cock.”
I didn’t bother to speak this time, I simply shoved her down at my feet too, then watched the two suck my cock back and forth, taking turns and jerking the full length again and again.
“That’s fucking right, you sluts. Make me spill across your god damn tongues and then suck it off each other.”
Both of them whimpered, and I used their moans as fuel to keep going, fucking their throats until I felt myself get so full I felt ready to burst.
“Get up, Ethan,” I said suddenly, and he struggled to follow the order. Melodie was following, but I shoved her back down. “No. You stay down and eat my fucking ass while I fuck his.”
The obedience of them.
It was maddening.
Ethan stood, removing his pants and preparing his hole for my cock, and I shivered with anticipation, knowing that this was going to be the first time I would be the one to penetrate someone else.
I hated being fucked.
It always hurt, and the foliage room, and all the nameless faces I saw there blended into one sound in my mind.
Blood.
Screams.
Pain.
I tested my dick at the tight hole and thrust forward a little.
The pleasure made me dizzy, and I spit on his hole watching, it pucker at me, opening more with each inch of my cock that I fed to his quivering ass.
Melodie’s wetness was audible as she began to finger herself to the sound of me fucking Ethan.
I loved the cadence of the sounds.
I was in control.
They were listening to me.
I was the god here.
I came hard, like fireworks exploding, Melodie’s tongue hitting so many parts inside my asshole at the same time as I broke Ethan’s. It was too much and not enough.
Ethan came all over the ground, and Melodie screamed her own release as we were collapsing onto the floor from our own pleasure.
As I looked over at the two messes, I drew in the come on the ground. The moment was over now, which made me sad, but maybe it was only the beginning.
And for the first time ever…I was in control.