Chapter 13 #3
I rewarded her with a groan of my own. “Good girl…”
The words seemed to spur her on. Eager for more praise, she swirled her talented tongue around me and licked the precum from my tip.
After releasing her hair, my head fell back against the couch, and my arms extended casually across the top cushions.
When I straightened a leg, her eyes slid to the side, staring down at it.
I grinned to myself, degrading thoughts swirling in my mind.
I shifted my leg closer to her and tapped the side of hers with my boot.
She immediately lifted, allowing me to slide my leg between hers, but she did not lower herself upon me without permission.
“You may, if you so wish.” A wicked sneer pulled at my mouth. It was always a touch more satisfying when she chose to be degraded. “I think it’s a show I might very well enjoy.”
She shifted slightly, her pace never hiccupping on my cock, and positioned herself over my boot. Slowly at first, she rubbed her cunt along the laces, testing the degree of friction she could derive from my offering. It wasn’t long before she was grinding heavily against me.
“That’s it, baby…” I growled, watching her hump my leg like a bitch in heat, all the while slurping on my dick. She was so wrapped up in seeking release for herself as well, only I noticed Reaper enter the room.
It had never been a practice of mine to degrade her to this degree in front of others. That was typically a private occurrence I kept between us, ever since she found me back in Sierra Vista.
I brought a finger to my lips, signaling him to be quiet. I knew Puppet was close, rocking hard and fast, grinding her clit against the rough laces through her soaked panties. Her moans and whimpers were becoming louder, more desperate.
I swept her hair up again, balling it in my fist, before I shoved her down on my cock, forcing it past the back of her throat.
Her pace stuttered as she gagged and choked, saliva sputtering out the sides of her mouth.
When she whimpered again, I let her up for a moment, pulling her off my dick.
She gulped for breath, spit hanging from her chin.
Tears mixed with her mascara caused the makeup to bleed out into black crescents beneath her eyes, giving her a feral, haunted look.
Standing up, I cradled the back of her head in both hands, pulling her more upright with me, until she was erect on her knees, eye level with my dick.
“Open wide, Puppet .”
She opened her mouth obediently, tongue out as if she were rolling out the red carpet for my cock again. Rocking my hips slowly, I stroked my frenulum against it.
“This is it. Your punishment for disobeying and following me here… I’m going to skull fuck you until I come down your throat.”
I didn’t give her the chance to prepare herself. Fingers digging into the back of her head, I slammed her forward as I thrusted into her mouth.
Tears and drool streamed down her face. Her nails dug into my thighs. Wicked laughter echoed within my mind at the steady sound of her gagging. The gluck-gluck-gluck of her throat bulging around my cock with every merciless thrust.
Her whimpers eventually became genuine cries. Her watery eyes, red-rimmed and pleading, stared up at me, as if willing me, begging me , to relent.
“Take it easy on her, man… Fuck,” Reaper finally said, still standing by the door.
Her eyes widened, horrified at the realization we were being watched. I liked it .
“You fuck her like you hate her,” he went on.
He had no idea…
Tears streamed down her cheeks as his words seemed to register in her mind.
I rammed myself down her throat, reveling in her humiliation, and my balls pulled tight despite being smashed against her chin.
Ignoring the slight pain, I came with a guttural grunt, and she gulped down every drop of poison I had to give her.
After wrenching her off of me by the back of her head, I released her, allowing her to fall back on her ass and hands. She shook, soaked in tears, sweat, and saliva, and gasped for breath as I gathered myself.
“Was that good for you, Puppet ?” I mocked her, nearly out of breath myself, while I buckled my belt. “Are we clear on how much you mean to me?”
With a tearful nod, she raised a trembling hand to wipe the mess of foamy, cum-laced spit from her face.
“That’s my girl… Now, I’m aware you weren’t able to get yourself off on my boot, though you did an excellent job of wiping away some of the dirt and grime from riding.
Perhaps I’ll have you polish the other in the near future.
In the meantime, why don’t you go with Reaper…
Allow him the pleasure of finishing you off. ”
I took offense to her hurt expression. As if I could ever be so easily manipulated into feeling anything but disdain for her , let alone regret for what transpired between us. When she shifted to get to her feet, I halted her with a gesture of my hand.
“No, no… Crawl to him … Crawl to him like the thoroughbred little whore you are.”
“Fuck, Legion… Take it easy, man.” Reaper chimed in again, moving forward with the clear intention of taking the sobbing Puppet by her arm to pull her up off the floor.
“Don’t fucking move!”
He immediately halted in his tracks at my snarled command, and I shifted my deadly glare from him to Puppet.
“ Go on .”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, slowly shifting onto her hands and knees. Head low, she crawled toward Reaper in the doorway.
“ Daddy...” I vehemently muttered. “I wonder how proud your actual father would be of you now? What do you think, Puppet? Is this what fathers hope their daughters aspire to?” I received a barely audible sob in response. “Do with her what you will, Reaper.” I sighed, feigning boredom.
There was something in Reaper’s expression that wasn’t copasetic to our situation as he helped her to her feet... Something sympathetic …
“She’s communal property,” I reminded him, quashing whatever territorial urges may have been stirring within him. “Might as well enjoy her whilst you’re at the front of the line, eh?”
Only when they shut the door behind them did the cold sliver of regret creep into my thoughts.
Had I taken that too far? My demons went immediately to war with the intrusive sentiment.
They were hell bent on solidifying the position within my mind that she had deserved every moment of what transpired between us.
She chose this, after all. I never sought her out.
I was about to leave for the evening when Vein came crashing through my door next.
“Uh… Boss… The Fire Chief’s outside… Said they received an anonymous call that we were up in flames.”
A grin pulled at the corners of my mouth at the irony of his move... That didn’t take Keegan very long at all.
“Seems our man really does like to play with fire ...”
“ N ow let’s welcome everyone’s favorite voluptuous vixen to the main stage… Heeeere’s Dolly!” The announcer snaps me out of my memories, pulling my attention to the center stage.
Puppet emerges from the black curtains and saunters her buxom hourglass figure toward the pole.
Smokey eyes. Red lips. My heart beats faster as I drink in her image and the exaggerated sway of her hips to the rhythm of a sultry melody by Oscen, Babydoll .
Gripping the pole with one hand, she hooks a thick, shapely leg around it.
The sheer black nightie and her long black hair flow behind her as she spins.
Done up the way she is, she bears such a likeness to my little witch…
and I can’t help but wonder if Vanna ever dances for Keegan like this.
.. Perhaps she graces a pole at the Twisted Throttle after closing for him on special occasions…
A slight grin pulls at my mouth. Doubtful, after the incident on the pool table… How I wish I still had those photos…
The men nearest the stage toss money at Puppet as she slides down the pole into a split, bouncing that fat, perfect fucking ass as she does.
The bolder ones stuff bills into her black G-string, taking advantage of an opportunity to brush their greedy fingers along the smooth skin of a beautiful woman.
The territorial urge to drag a blade across their unsuspecting throats and spray her with their blood spikes my own blood with a surge of adrenaline. I down the rest of my Old Fashioned as those red lips curve into a seductive smile, then she’s on her back, legs spread wide in their fucking faces.
Whores will be whores…
“I can’t watch her like this.” Rusty sighs, distracting me for a moment. “I have to head out anyway. Stay out of trouble, will ya, Legion?”
I nod once in acknowledgement of his departure, then return my attention to Puppet, watching her every move until the commencement of her set.
Standing, I applaud her performance while she gathers her discarded clothing and cash tips scattered across the stage. “Brava! Bravissima!”
Her head lifts upon recognition of my disdainful praise.
Blood seems to drain from her face as she slowly stands, her eyes quickly scanning the club.
She spots me while clutching her clothes and cash to her chest. With a heated glare, she spins on her platformed heel and storms back through those shimmery curtains.
“Can I get you anything else, sir?” another waitress asks.
“I’d like a private dance with Dolly .”
“You’ll have to take that up with her, but I’ll send her over.”
However, Dolly is already striding up to me, impatiently pulling on a sheer, thigh-length robe that matches the skimpy nightie she slipped back into.
“Hello, Puppet.” I barely get the words out before she slaps me across the face. Hard .
I prod the corner of my mouth with the tip of my tongue. No blood, but that was a decent shot. I’m impressed. I clear my throat. “Now, Puppet, use your words.”
“ Fuck you, Legion!” she practically spits at me.