Chapter 10 Kash
Ten
Kash
The strip club we had frequented long before we were of legal age hadn’t changed much.
Sure, the dancers were new for me, but other than that, it was the same.
This wasn’t a job that had longevity. It was a high-end establishment, and their requirements for the dancers were hard to meet once they passed their mid-twenties or got knocked up.
Gathe had wanted to come tonight because he had a thing for one of them.
I needed to get my thoughts off Cressida and what I’d learned in her room last night.
I hadn’t confronted Bane about the text he’d sent her, simply because I was afraid I’d be back in Alabama before nightfall.
Since I’d made it all day without Linc calling me out, I hadn’t been caught on any of the hidden cameras they had planted in Glenda’s house.
That was a relief. Truth was, if they ordered me to go back to Bama before Christmas, I wasn’t sure I would obey. And that was concerning.
There was a lot Cressida hadn’t told me last night, and it was driving me fucking crazy.
Like, for example, why was she in Madison, working as a sitter for the elderly?
I liked Aunt Glenda, but Cressida was too talented to be doing that.
She’d had specific goals, dreams of starting a theater arts program for kids.
One that was open to all kids, with scholarships for those who couldn’t afford it.
I’d loved to sit and listen to her talk about her ideas.
And of all the different scenarios I’d imagined for her over the past four years, what she was doing now had never been one of them.
I wished I didn’t care. It would make life easier.
But I did, and that was the fucking problem.
“You’re quiet tonight,” Forge said, eyeing me as he took a drink from the bottle of beer he’d ordered.
I shrugged. “What do you want me to say? We’re looking at tits and ass. Should I comment on them?”
He wasn’t amused.
“She’s up next,” Gathe told us, not taking his eyes off the stage. “Just wait till you see her tits. They look so fucking good with my cum all over them.”
“Yeah, that’s what I want to be thinking about while she dances,” I drawled.
He glanced back at me and smirked. “I marked my territory. Thought you should know.”
I wasn’t interested. But we both knew if I was, I’d be able to snatch her away if I wanted to. We’d played that game when we were younger, and I’d always won.
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that,” Forge told him. “Pretend that she doesn’t take other guys back to the private rooms to shoot loads on her tits.”
Gathe narrowed his eyes at my brother. “How do you know?”
Forge rolled his eyes. “Don’t be naive.”
“Can I get you men another round?” a topless server with platinum-blonde hair that hung down over her shoulders and past her tits asked.
The silver lace thong she was wearing barely covered her cunt, and my brother did a slow take of her body before answering.
“Still finishing this one, darlin’,” he drawled. “But you can sit in my lap.”
She didn’t hesitate, but looked excited at the idea.
It wasn’t that way with all the patrons, and honestly, it wasn’t because of how Forge looked.
They all knew. Who we were. What we did.
And the danger and power made all their pussies wet.
It was how we had been let in the doors before we were of legal age.
I’d gotten my first blow job by a girl in my eighth-grade class, but I’d finished in my first mouth here.
With one of the strippers on my fifteenth birthday.
The girl sat down on Forge’s leg and spread her legs, glancing from him to me since I was the one getting the view of her open pussy lips now that the thin strip of fabric was between them.
Forge slid his hand between her thighs, getting close enough that he was almost touching it. I shook my head and smirked at his blatant disregard for the club rules, then went back to looking at the stage.
“I’m available if you boys want to go to a room,” she said with a purr.
Yeah, I didn’t double team with my brother.
“Depends on what you’re willing to do for me,” Forge told her. “I like it dirty.”
“Why don’t you let me show you? I can be a very bad girl.”
“It’ll just be the two of us. I don’t share fucks with my brother, and that one has a hard-on for the next dancer.”
I glanced back over at them to see she was rubbing her cunt on his thigh in a way that was making her tits bounce.
“Then I’ll make it extra dirty,” she promised.
“Sold,” Forge replied, then cupped her pussy and squeezed, making her moan. “Lead the way.”
She stood, and he followed but shot me a cocky grin first. She was about to take it up the ass with his giant dick. Hope she realized that. I shook my head and chuckled as they walked off.
“Guess that means we aren’t getting refills,” Gathe said.
“Not from that one,” I replied.
“She did get my cock hard with the pussy rubbing she was doing, but not enough for me to miss Topaz,” he said, turning his gaze back to the two dancers leaving the stage.
“Topaz,” I replied. “How original.”
“Shut up,” Gathe shot back at me with a scowl.
“What’s her real name?”
He shrugged. “Don’t care.”
“So, it’s nothing more than physical, this obsession you have with her,” I asked.
The look he had on his face answered that for me. “I like to fuck her mouth and come on her tits. That doesn’t mean I want her to have my babies.”
Maybe Gathe would be safe from being truly broken by a woman. I fucking wished I hadn’t been. Once one claimed your soul, you were never the same. You couldn’t ever get it back, not completely. She’d become part of it.
Topaz took the stage, and Gathe was locked in on her.
I tried to be distracted by her, but I found myself reaching for my phone and staring down at the screen.
I’d fixed the tracking device on Cressida’s phone so that my number wouldn’t be traced or recorded when I texted or called her.
She didn’t know that though. My texts would automatically delete once she read them too.
I shouldn’t have done it because it only added to the temptation to contact her.
“You look thirsty,” a female said.
I lifted my gaze to see a new server in a hot-pink thong with matching stilettos and D-size tits in front of me. As I stared at them, the full pink nipples hardened. She was a distraction, and I needed one real damn bad right now.
Raising my eyes to her face, I gave her a slow grin. “What about you, sugar? Are you thirsty?”
She shimmied her hips slightly as she smiled at me. “For you? Very.”
The owner must be sending them over to us. I’d leave a good tip tonight.
“Then why don’t you take me somewhere and show me just how much?”
She bit her lower lip and did the shy thing that she’d clearly perfected. “Yes, sir.”
Standing, I stepped closer to her until her tits brushed my chest. “Let’s go.”
The girl spun around and began her saunter back toward the private rooms. I admired her ass as she did, which was exactly what she had been hoping for. If I bent her over and took her from behind, I wouldn’t see her face. I could imagine another face. Which wouldn’t be the first time.
She passed three doors before stopping at an open one and turning back to me to wave me inside.
I walked past her and waited until the door clicked shut behind her before taking my gun from its holster and placing it beside me on the small sofa table.
I then began unzipping my pants. No use in having her dance for me. I’d have to look at her face then.
“Why don’t we start with you on your knees?” I told her as I shoved my jeans down and freed my semi-hard dick.
Her gaze flickered to my gun, then back to me.
There was a spark of excitement in her eyes.
Maybe she got off on guns. I’d had more than one woman want me to fuck them with it.
The only reason I’d even fucked Jazz the first time was that she had wanted me to rub the barrel of my gun around her nipples until she got off.
She did so pretty quickly and squirted while she did it.
That had been some wacked shit, but I’d come hard in her cunt after it.
“Only if you promise to gag me,” she replied seductively.
I smirked. That was a given.
She lowered herself to her knees, and I was regretting not choosing a redhead. But the brunette would do. She seemed hungry for it.
“Open your mouth and take it all,” I instructed, not wanting the whole eyeing me while she licked it like a lollipop routine. It wasn’t needed.
Her red-painted lips opened, and I thrust inside until I hit the back of her throat, grabbing a handful of her hair while doing so. The sound of her choking on it caused me to swell to full length.
“Ah, yeah, baby,” I encouraged. “That’s a tight mouth.”
She sucked down harder from my words, greedy to please me. I liked that. Tonight, I fucking needed it.
“You keep that up, and you’re gonna get that pussy filled.”
She let out a moan and squirmed. I could see her move her hand between her legs and began playing with her pussy in the mirror.
Damn, I wished her hair was red.
Five Years Ago
“Fuuuck, Songbird,” I groaned as she spread her legs for me on the blanket I’d laid over the damp grass.
The moonlight made her even more angelic in appearance.
“Keep playing with it,” I begged her as I stroked my cock.
“I want you to put it all the way in this time,” she said softly.
I lifted my gaze to her face, and, goddamn, she was gorgeous. All sweet, innocent, and sexy as hell.
“You sure?” I asked. “You see how big my cock is? That pussy is fucking tight.”
It had squeezed my head so hard the last time I slid in the tip that I’d almost shot my load right then.
“I know,” she whispered. “But I’m ready.”
She was going to kill me. I’d been trying to be good.
Get my fill by eating her pussy, letting her rub her bare cunt on my dick until she got off.
And she’d recently started sucking me. There was nothing more beautiful than this girl with my cock in her mouth.
I had been ready to worship at her altar the first time she did it.
“It hurts. You know that?”
She nodded.
“I hate hurting you.”
“Please, Kash. I want you inside me. Fully. I want to know how it feels to be connected like that. With you.”
Sweet Jesus. I couldn’t tell her no. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I wanted to sink inside her and not leave. Brand her as mine. Inside and out.
She was already naked. That was my first goal every time I brought her out here.
“Lie back,” I instructed.
Her eyes lit up, and she smiled. She slowly moved back to her elbows, then eased onto her back. With her knees still bent and legs open to me. She was making fast, small pants as she watched me take off my shirt and toss it, then remove my jeans and underwear completely.
“You’re beautiful,” she said reverently.
“Songbird, if you don’t want me to come the minute I put my head in your cunt, then don’t look at me like that.”
Her brows drew together slightly. “Like what?”
I grinned as I lowered my head between her legs. “As if I’m a god and you’re my willing sacrifice,” I replied before pressing a kiss to her swollen clit.
Her hands went to the back of my head, and her hips bucked at the first stroke of my tongue. “AH!” she cried out.
I continued licking her folds as she made sexy noises and pulled my hair.
“I—oh—this isn’t what I asked for.” She struggled with her words.
“Mmm,” I hummed against her. “I’m getting you ready.”
“Oh!” she squeaked and rocked her hips as I lapped up the sweetness between her legs.
She was close when I stopped and moved my body up over hers. Those eyes of hers were wide with desire and trepidation. She was nervous, but she didn’t want me to know it.
“You’re sure?” I asked, hoping like fuck she didn’t change her mind.
Just thinking about it had me leaking pre-cum; I was so hard.
She nodded and opened her legs wider.
Grabbing my erection, I took the tip and ran it from her hard bud down to the entrance that I knew was going to own me the same way she did.
When I pressed inside, she sucked in a breath, and as much as I wanted to watch my cock stretch her open, tear into her virginity, I wanted to see her face more.
She was biting her lip hard, and I reached and pulled it free. I didn’t want her abusing it. I was partial to her full lower lip.
“I’m gonna do it in one hard thrust. Get the pain over with fast, okay?” I told her.
She nodded, then said, “I love you.”
With those words from her pretty mouth, I shoved inside, feeling the thin membrane and breaking through it as she cried out beneath me. The suction took my breath as her inner walls closed in on my cock.
“Fuuuck,” I shouted, having never felt this kind of nirvana before.
Her nails clawed my back as she held on to me. I tried to be still, but when I moved, it was incredible. The need to fuck her into the goddamn ground and unload my cum into her until it was dripping down her legs, mixed with the blood from her broken hymen, was almost too strong to fight against.
“I need to pump,” I warned her. “The tightest pussy,” I hissed. “Goddamn, baby, I need to—”
“Do it,” she breathed against my ear as I lowered my head to the curve of her neck, trying to stay in control.
The animal I had barely been holding on to was unleashed with those two words, and a growl tore out of me. I thrust into her like a crazed man as words fell from my lips, along with sounds I’d never heard before.
“OH! Kash!” she cried out, and I became even wilder.
Our eyes locked, and I knew then that I’d never want or love another woman in my life. She was it for me. My little Songbird.