Chapter 24
Presley
One week later…
My body shivers as Johnny’s tongue licks up my spine while his cock slides slowly in and out of my core.
My eyes collide with the man sitting in a chair across from us with his dick in his hands, pumping slowly.
My eyes shudder and roll, giving the man exactly what he wants.
Johnny pounds into me harder, causing my tits to bounce as I tighten around his thick length.
He growls into my ear, reaching around my hips and flicking my clit.
“Come on, Gumdrop. Cum for our friend. Do you like that he’s jerking his cock to us?” He groans as he snaps his hips and runs his thumb over my clit, teasing me. He must feel that I’m close, but we have to make this last longer. Our client needs to cum before we do unless specified.
“Yes, I love being watched,” I whimper, licking my lips, never taking my eyes off the man across from me.
“Hey, Matt. Do you want to cum on her tits?” he asks, and the man shakes his head.
“I want to cum down her throat,” he replies, but Johnny growls at his answer.
“That’s going to cost you triple,” he tells him, and the man takes out his wallet, throwing a wad of cash on the table.
“Alright, I like your style. Gumdrop, you down to play with Matt too?” he asks as I moan loudly.
This is the game we play. We make them want to touch me, but instead, they end up cumming before they get the chance.
“Fuck, Johnny. I’m going to cum so fucking hard,” I whine as he pulls my shoulders back and I pinch my nipples, pulling at them. Then, my fingers slowly move down to my soaked core where Johnny’s fingers have my lips spread.
“She’s so pink and fucking tight,” he groans as my thumb glides over my aching clit. I moan and bite my lip as Matt pumps his cock faster, standing from his chair.
“You feel so good. Fuck me harder, Johnny. I want to shatter all over your cock,” I beg as he snaps his hips up into me while I meet him thrust for thrust. His hands find my tits and he pinches my nipples while Matt takes a few more steps closer to us, his pace quickening.
“You want to cum down my throat, Matt. You want me to gag on your cock while I cum on Johnny’s?
” I whimper, and he nods. “Come on, Big Daddy. I want to be a good girl for you,” I purr.
Johnny licks the side of my neck, biting the shell of my ear.
“You are a good girl, Baby. I want you to cum on my cock. Let me feel that tight pussy spasm,” he whispers, sending shivers down my body.
Matt grunts, and I moan loudly, watching as cum shoots out and drops on the rug mere inches away from me.
He groans, never slowing down his pace. Johnny slams up into me, and I pinch my clit and shatter on his cock, screaming my orgasm.
He wraps his arms around me and bites down on my neck, filling my cunt as his body shivers against me.
Matt clears his throat, taking a handkerchief from his suit jacket, wiping his hand off, then tucking his cock away.
He finishes his drink, and without another word, he leaves the room and the cash on the table.
I take a deep breath as Johnny pulls us down onto the bed, wrapping his body around me.
“Did you have fun?” he asks, and I nod.
“I did. The drugs do help, but you being here with me does too,” I say truthfully. He pulls out of me and turns me around to look at him. He cups my face then presses his lips against mine.
“As long as we are doing this together, I want to make sure you are safe and comfortable with me. I never want our time together to be anything but fun and fulfilling,” he says, kissing me again.
Once we come up for air, and before we get carried away, I place my hand on his chest, causing him to raise his brow.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Nothing, but can I ask you something?”
“Yes, anything. I’m an open book,” he replies, and I laugh. Here goes nothing.
“How did you find yourself here? Like, how long have you worked in this place?” I ask, and now it’s his turn to laugh.
“Believe it or not, but I kind of grew up here.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, my mom worked here years ago then left. From what I’ve been told, she fell pregnant with me and was shunned from her family.
They left her in the streets to fend for herself.
Before Dalton bought the business, the old owner, Wayne, took my mom in and the rest is history.
I still stay in the apartment next door.
My mother’s friends Charlotte and Annmarie would look after me when she wasn’t around,” he says, and my heart breaks for him.
“Why did your mom leave?” I ask, and he shrugs.
“I’m not sure. One day she was here, and the next, she left a note saying how sorry she was, and I’ve never spoken to or seen her since. Not that I haven’t looked for her once I was old enough, but I never found her,” he says, taking a deep breath.
“That had to have been horrible,” I say, and he nods.
“It was. Luckily Charlotte and Annmarie took good care of me until…” He trails off with a far away look in his eye.
“Until what?” I ask, and he cups my face, looking into my eyes.
“Until they just stopped coming back. By that time, Dalton had taken over and hired new people here, along with putting me to work. I was fifteen when I started pulling my own weight. He’s always been good to me.
He calls me his Little Puppet, even if I’m anything but that.
” He laughs, and my heart stills. It seems to be the nickname he uses for all his male workers. Which makes me think of Axel.
“Hey, where did you go just now?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m right here,” I tell him, and he smiles.
“Good, anyways. I have a question for you?” he says, and my eyes widen, causing him to chuckle.
“Don’t be shy, Presley. I promise not to judge.
” He smirks, lifting my arm and dragging his finger down and over my wrist, circling my scars.
I gasp as he places a soft kiss over them.
“These look fresh, why did you do it?” he asks, and I take a deep breath.
“I didn’t want to live anymore. I was sick of being beaten and used.
The men I love weren’t going to want me after things that have happened.
I was ashamed, embarrassed, and most of all, just done.
I had nothing left in me to keep going. Death seemed so much better than living,” I answer truthfully, and he kisses my wrists again.
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t succeed. I like you, Presley. I’ve been with a lot of women, but there’s something about you. I don’t know what it is but I’m drawn to your darkness,” he says as a blush creeps up my cheeks.
“I’m not sure how I feel about anything right now.
I don’t know what the end game is here. There’s nothing to look forward to because the man waiting for me on the outside is the same man who put me here.
This right here is all I have. Once Master is done with me and I’m returned to hell, I will want to die all over again.
I’m terrified of going back. I fear for what’s to come, and I’ve fought for so long to get out.
I don’t want to go back if it's not where my heart belongs,” I whisper, letting the truth fall from my lips like honey.
“And where does your heart belong?” he asks as tears fall from my eyes. He catches them with his tongue, licking them away.
“With the five boys I’m in love with. I’m just afraid that they won’t and don’t want me anymore.
I’ve done things I can’t come back from, and I’m not sure where it leaves us,” I confess as he presses his lips gently against mine.
I part my lips, letting his tongue swirl with mine.
He lifts my leg, wrapping it around his thigh as his hands roam from my waist up my back, kneading his fingers into my flesh.
My spine arches as I feel his cock poking at my entrance.
“Have you spoken to these boys since you’ve been here?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Do you want to?” And my eyes snap to his.
“Yes. I do. More than anything,” I tell him, and he smiles.
“Alright. I can do that. Just promise me you won’t tell Kayla or anyone else that I let you use my phone,” he says, and I nod.
“I promise. I won’t tell a soul,” I reply, and he smiles, removing my leg and turning to reach for his phone on the nightstand. “Don’t we have another client tonight?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“Not tonight. Kayla wants you rested for tomorrow. You are going to the Brimstone house,” he tells me, and I still. I’ve only been there once, and I don’t particularly like it. It’s very dull and borderline creepy. He kisses my forehead and hands me his cell.
“I’m going to go shower. I’ll give you some privacy,” he says, getting up from the bed and walking into the bathroom. I grab the blanket and cover myself. Leaning against the satin pillows as my hands shake, I dial Maverick’s number, praying he will answer.
My heart is beating out of my chest with every ring that passes.
“Hello,” he answers, and tears fall down my face.
“Beast,” I squeal.
“Beauty is that you?” he asks, and I can hear the smile in his tone. Being friends with him all these years, I can see all his expressions even if I’m hearing it over the phone.
“Yes, it’s me.” I hiccup. Hearing his voice has my heart in my throat. I’ve fucking missed him. All of them.
“Holy shit, Pres. Where are you? Are you okay? Is Axel okay? Shit. I have so many questions. Fuck,” he rattles off.
“Umm. I’m not at Hillsboro. I’m somewhere else. Umm, something happened with Axel. He’s okay, but—”
“What do you mean you’re not at Hillsboro.
What the fuck happened?” he growls as his fingers tap his desk.
I’m not sure if he’s at home or at the shop, maybe even the dungeon, but I know he’s sitting, and his anxiety is ticking away, causing him to tap.
I can even bet his one leg is shaking throughout this whole conversation. I smile just thinking about it.
“It’s a long story. I just needed to hear your voice,” I confess, letting out a breath.
“Oh, baby, it’s so good to hear yours. We’ve been so fucking worried about you. Where are you? I’ll come get you,” he says, his keys jingling in the background.
“Mav, you can’t. I don’t know how to tell you where I am and there isn’t much time. I shouldn’t even be calling you, but—”
“Presley, baby. You can always call me. I know things with the Radleys are complete bullshit. But just let me come to you. I want to see you,” he pleads as more tears fall down my face.
“You can’t, Mav. Just know I love you so fucking much. I love you and your brothers, and I miss you all. Braxton probably hates me and I don’t blame him. Axel—”
“Presley…” he growls. “Brax told us what happened. He’s not doing so good, but he doesn’t hate you, babe. We fucking love you. I promise you that. We just want you to come home. You and Ax,” he says, and I take a deep breath.
“I know. Hopefully soon. Can you promise me something?” I ask as I hear shuffling in the background.
“Anything, Beauty,” he replies.
“Wait for me. Don’t give up on me please. Just know I didn’t have a choice. I never have a choice. I love you,” I tell him as someone knocks on the door. “I-I gotta go, Mav. Promise me,” I beg.
“I promise. I love you too, Beauty,” he says, and I end the call and shove the phone under Johnny’s pillow as the door swings open and Kayla enters the room.
“Well, hello there. Where’s Johnny?” she asks, and I point to the bathroom. “ Did he tell you that we are going to The Brimstone house tomorrow?”
“Yes, he did,” I answer, and she nods.
“Good. Don’t stay up too late. We have work to do tomorrow,” she says, picking up the stack of cash, counting it, taking her cut, and leaving the rest where she found it.
She leaves the room, and I let out a breath.
I shouldn't have called Mav because now I just want to escape.
I want to go to him and be with my guys.
Reaching over to the nightstand on my side of the bed, I pull the drawer open and grab two little blue pills.
Placing them in my mouth, I pick up the glass of water and swallow them down.
These pills are the only thing getting me through this.
Johnny helps a bit, but I'm not sure if he's just playing the part with me or if he's truly genuine.
I shouldn't care though. I also shouldn't have feelings for someone I just met, but if what he says is true about being drawn to me, then I need to stop lying to myself.
From the moment his eyes met mine, I saw the scared little boy beyond the long hair, sweet smile, and ink.
I saw the real him, and immediately, I wanted to save him.
The bathroom door opens and steam bellows out.
“Come on, baby. I drew you a bath,” he calls out. The pills begin to take their effect, putting a smile on my face as I climb out of the bed and head for the bathroom.
One thing is for certain, as long as I'm with Johnny, I get treated like a princess and that in itself makes me want to never let go.