I splay one hand at the back of her head and guide her down my cock, pushing past her gag reflex until the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and her nose is touching my stomach. Then she swallows. “Jesus Christ, Lilac.”
I fall apart, drawing out and pumping back into her as tingles burst at the base of my spine and I spill myself on her tongue. I have just enough awareness to see Hazel is about to swallow and I clamp my hand around her neck. “No,” I say. “I want to see.”
She looks up at me, her messy hair and dazed eyes striking straight into my heart. When she opens her mouth, the sight of my seed on her tongue makes me instantly hard again.
“Good girl,” I purr. “Now, swallow.”
She does as she’s told, the slender line of her neck bobbing under the leather belt.
I lift her up under the arms, placing her on the edge of the desk and taking her mouth with mine. I can taste myself on her tongue and the satisfaction that I’ve left my mark hums in my chest.
I remove the make-shift leash from her neck and button up my pants.
“Five minutes, Hazel, then you go. Do you remember your instructions?”
“Yes,” her voice comes out soft, all the fire from earlier sweetly tamed in a way that undoes me.
“Come on.” I lift her off the desk and take her hand, leading her back to the ballroom. It’s the last place I want to take her, and I have to fight every instinct to not just order her to go now. I don’t want Hazel anywhere near Claren, but I also don’t want to attract his attention by having her just disappear.
I thought I was being smart, I thought I was keeping her off his radar but the second we slip back inside the ballroom I realize I was wrong.
21
BOYS AND THEIR TOYS
Hazel
A hush descendsover the room as we enter. For one awful second I think we’ve been caught but then an echo reverberates through the speakers and all heads turn to watch Senator Claren take the stage.
He stands behind the podium in a suit and tie, a disarming smile pasted on his face as he addresses the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to come out this evening to support this cause, which most of you already know means a great deal to me.
“I must confess to always getting a bit bored at these things when the speakers take the stage, so I’ll keep this short and sweet.”
Everyone chuckles and goosebumps prick my arms at how easily he has them all fooled.
“I started the Speak Up Foundation ten years ago now. Over that time, we have helped countless survivors of sexual assault. I am delighted that, with your support, this new clinic will enable us to help even more vulnerable women.”
Flynn’s hand twitches and for once I don’t fight the instinct to slip my hand into his.
The senator gives a small shake of his head, dropping his gaze before looking back up. The whole act is scarily convincing.
“I thought long and hard about what to name the clinic and, in the end, I was reminded of a young woman who came to Speak Up for help. This brave girl had been horrendously assaulted while at college and it had taken her years to be able to share her story with anyone.”
Unease whispers along the back of my neck. He wouldn’t…
“Our counsellors tried their best to help her but in the end the damage done was too much and she took her own life.
“It is my hope that with this new clinic we will be able to reach women like her sooner, we will be able to provide them with state-of-the-art facilities, therapists and treatment so that no one ever feels as this young woman did.”
Beside me, Flynn has gone unnaturally still. The senator’s gaze sweeps over his audience, and I tense when it lands on us. My stomach drops.
“Flynn,” I murmur under my breath and tug on his hand, but he doesn’t move.
The senator smiles. A thing of pure sadism. “I consider it a true honor to name the clinic in memory of this brave young woman. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Hope Clinic.”
The Senator steps back from the podium and flourishes his arm as a banner unfurls from the top of the stage, the clinic’s name up there for everyone to see. Hope’s name.
