Chapter 10 #2
All I need is to make sure that my cards come up.
Even if I got nothing, I know what she has, and I’m not losing.
Besides, I don’t give a fuck if Sutton leaves.
Her role is to throw that naked temptress on tilt.
Once she’s gone, I’ll ask Blaire to bring me another double and drop to her knees and suck me off right here.
Then Ashlyn will go all in, no matter what I say.
Fortunately, when I lift the corners of my cards, I’m sitting with a pair of aces.
Ashlyn’s face grows stolid, and she shivers from the chill in the large room. The lights are dim, but I can still make out the goosebumps on her arms, hair standing up, tits quivering. Damn it…I’m so fucking hard.
Tade gives me the okay sign.
The first three cards are dealt, with an ace of hearts showing. How fitting…
“All in,” I say when Tade smirks and squints his eyes closed, telling me she’s got no shot.
Her eyes grow wide, and the rest of the table folds. But there’s palpable tension in the air as everyone glances at the topless girl in front of them. Ashlyn hates to leave a hand. I see the war behind her eyes.
Tiny shoulders slump as she mutters, “Fold.”
I don’t show my hand, but rake in all the chips, keeping my eyes tight on her face.
Tapping Sutton’s hip, I say, “Thanks for helping. But I need this spot for my newest toy.”
Sutton takes her time, shimmying to a stand, one hand on my shoulder in a clear display of ownership. She sways her ass to the side as she gives Ashlyn a small bow, then skirts toward Blaire. The two giggle together, watching as the show unfolds.
I pat my open thigh. “Well, get over here, my dirty slut.”
Ashlyn’s jaw clenches as she pops off her chair like a champagne cork. The guys around the table chuckle and sit back in their seats, stroking their chins and watching. Even some at the other tables take notice.
When she reaches me, she leans forward, letting her lips graze mine, and my heart pounds. Without letting her eyes drift away, she slowly glides her lithe figure between my open legs.
“Let me guess. The Asshole-In-Charge wants me to suck his dick in front of all his pathetic peons.”
My only reply is a smirk, trying to contain my broader smile. “Yes, baby,” I say as I brush my thumb over her heated cheek. “But while your mouth is full, and you’re silent for once? You’re going to fuck my shoe.”
She gasps. “What?”
I drag the pad of my finger over her bottom lip, pulling it down. Her tongue tastes the tip, and I grow even harder. Pre-cum leaks from the crown of my cock.
“Ride. My. Shoe.”
Everything in her body revolts like she may not do it. But I know her. She’ll do whatever in order to win and not seem like a loser. Encouraged by a room filled with people watching.
The high buns sitting on top of her head tremble slightly.
One comes loose as she sidles up to my leg.
Like a begging dog. Tight thighs straddle my leather loafer as I lift my hips off the chair and grab my drink.
A satisfied groan bubbles from my throat as I settle back and get ready to watch the show.
With a crooked finger under her chin, I force her to look at me. “Undo my pants. Take me out, suck me good. And while you’re at it, hump my shoe like the nasty whore you are.”
Rage simmers in her eyes, a reflection of my own cruelty flashing in them. Her fingers hurry to unzip me, then grasp my dick.
I try not to react. To give her any sort of satisfaction.
To maintain my frigid exterior. But the heat hovering from her mouth, the force of her tug, the obscene bliss of her submission—it cracks something inside me.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Just for a second.
Then, as casually as I can, I sip a deep inhale through my nose, trying to steady the mayhem rising in my veins.
“Fine,” she spits out. “Hurry up and come.”
“Oh, no. I’m taking my time. Now shut the fuck up and suck my dick.”
When she puts her lips around the surging head, I choke on some spit. It feels heavenly. It’s not so much the technique as it is her and the surroundings. Everyone pauses to observe her performance, and it makes me feel powerful. I won. And she’s my prize.
Obedience from an absolute bratty bitch. Kneeling before her king.
“You’ll have to take more than that. Haven’t you sucked cock before? Or you’re not used to a big one?”
She narrows her eyes as she looks up at me, then slides down farther. Fuck… Her throat clenches around me without any gagging. That will change. As soon as she’s mine to mess with? I’m making her swallow me whole.
Beneath her wet heat, I tap my toe until she lets loose a tiny moan. The vibration of her sounds almost makes me come. But I want this to last a long time.
“Fuck my shoe. Ride it,” I tell her.
One hand wrapped around the base of my dick, the other around my calf, she does. Her hips shift as she wiggles her pussy all over the dark leather, saturating it with her arousal. It’s my favorite pair now.
I brush some fallen golden strands from her forehead.
“Look at you.” My grip on her jaw forces her head up so the circle can see exactly what she’s doing, the smears of her mascara and the wanton need flushing her cheeks. “You play the queen, but you were made for this. Mouth full of my big cock. Soaking my shoe like a bitch in heat.”
Her eyes glisten with humiliation and something hungrier.
“Feel that leather under your slutty little cunt?” I bounce my knee enough to tap on her clit. “Make a mess of it. Let the whole room hear how wet you are for me, your master.”
She groans, low and furious, then jerks harder against me, her hips riding the top of my foot with a frantic rhythm. Her breaths pant against the heated skin of my dick as it surges in her grasp.
“That’s it. Fuck it. Show them what kind of girl you really are. Not a player. Just a toy. A pet. My little dog to play with.”
Leaning over, I slap her bare ass, and she squeals. I do it louder. Harder. A red handprint forms, and she growls as my dick shoves in deeper.
The crowd stiffens. No one dares to speak.
“You’re not special. You’re a hole trained to obey. Not to think. Only to do whatever I command. So say thank you for the privilege.”
She moans around me, close, desperate.
Right before she comes, I yank her off my cock by her hair and hiss, “No. Not like that. You want release? Earn it.”
I push her back down over my granite length as her legs shake around my calf.
“Come for this room. All over my dirty shoe. And swallow every drop I give you like the cum-hungry slut you are.”
Her movements increase in intensity, and I know she’s as close as I am.
White lights flash before my eyes as her cheeks dive inward, and she sucks everything I have into her mouth.
As soon as I spurt some of my load on her tongue, she pulls back and screams, a wail of pleasure riding out across her face.
Flushed with bliss. Tears streaking from the corners of her eyes, dragging her colorful makeup down with them.
My cum spills onto her chest. Her little tits. Her sunken collarbone. Her belly button. Then lands on her pussy still writhing on my shoe. Slower now.
Hand on the back of her neck, I tug her away from me, then shove her toward the floor. “Clean it up. Drink every drop you spilled. Lick my shoe, whore.”
She freezes, but only for a second. Then she bends forward, tongue dragging slowly over leather, collecting spit and slick. Some of my spend.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Every swipe louder than the pounding of my heart. Every sound another nail in her pride.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper to her. “Taste your shame.”
She relinquishes a sob as she finishes and stares down at the carpet. After a deep sniff, she stands and swipes at her smudged mouth with the back of her hand.
As if nothing happened, she returns to her chair, the room a chilly atmosphere of held breaths. I stuff myself back into my pants as she squirms in her seat.
“Double or nothing,” she calls out.
“What?” I ask, confused. “Your chip stack is looking short.”
“Double or nothing.”
“You don’t have much left to give, precious. You spent all your humility on my loafer. What do you have to give me?”
My stomach flips as she drops the nasty attitude, and our eyes meet with sincerity. The gesture terrifies the shit out of me. The way she looks at me? It’s too honest. It’s like the wall between us melts, and I can’t face what’s behind it.
I can’t look at her, or she’ll know the truth.
But she says the thing she knows that I want to hear deep down.
“Me.” Then, she blinks shyly. “For a month.”
Quietly, reverently, I clear my throat and ask, “And if you win? What do you get?”
“Your celibacy.”
Ashlyn… She thinks that would be difficult for me. Something I couldn’t lose. But she doesn’t know about my routines. Doesn’t understand how badly she’s damaged me.
“Sounds perfect to me. Are we all in?”
She nods. “Yes.”
The dealer dishes out the cards, and we both turn them over. This time, I’m stuck with a seven and a nine. While she’s dealt a pair of tens. This isn’t good.
Not because I can’t handle celibacy.
But because I want to own her so fucking bad, I can taste it.
When the flop flips a ten, I stand, placing my hands behind my head to stretch my chest. Get some more air into my lungs. But the other two are another seven and nine. Two pair for me. Three of a kind for her…
Ashlyn looks smug as hell already.
I need one seven or nine. Come on…
On the turn, I let out a tight sigh. A seven.
“Yes,” I whisper, and a couple of the guys nod at me. As long as a ten doesn’t come on the river…
Ashlyn shrinks in her chair, but hope still hangs in her eyes.
The dealer checks with both of us. My heart pounds harder…
Ashlyn’s knuckles turn white as she grips the table.
It’s a two.
All the Thetas in the room cheer, and Ashlyn grows paler, freckles fading with every moment that passes.
“Full house. Sevens over nines. Player wins.”
Before the cheers across the tent finish, I’m closing in on the other side of the table. Leaning over her shaking figure. Arms caged on either side.
Her fruity scent. Her steel silence. The look of fear in her eyes.
Every ounce of vengeance within me howls to be heard.
“Touch anyone else this month”—I lower my lips to her ear—“and I’ll feed you your own fucking fingers, pet.”
Then I leave her breathless. Broken.
Mine.