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“What’s your name, beautiful?” Drake asked, though I knew he already knew it. It was clearly just a way to play with me…and Memphis.
“Brennan,” I said.
“Brennan, you want to see what a real man’s cock tastes like?” he asked.
I closed my eyes and fought back the tears that threatened. I just needed to keep this man happy long enough for Memphis to get here. I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious for or even if we were still in Washington anymore, but I had no choice. I knew with unwavering conviction that Memphis was coming for us.
I gave Drake a nod, but when he clucked his tongue and wagged his finger at me, I said, “Yes.”
“Tell Memphis what you want.”
I managed to stifle a sob as I whispered, “Memphis, I want to taste a real man’s cock.”
“Good boy,” Drake murmured and then he was shoving his cock in my face. “Suck it real good and maybe I won’t see how wide the little one can open his mouth.”
The confirmation that Tanner was indeed at risk had me ignoring the fact that I was being videotaped and everything else as I took Drake’s dick into my mouth and sucked hard. He let out a groan and immediately began fucking my mouth. Tears stung my eyes both because my gag reflex was kicking in and because I knew what this would do to Memphis…to Tristan…to all of us.
His taste was rancid and it took everything in me not to spit him out and vomit in the hopes of escaping his flavor. I felt Drake’s gun hand on my head and I couldn’t stifle the whimper of pain that escaped me when he yanked my hair as he shoved to the back of my throat. “I see Memphis didn’t teach you the proper way to suck dick,” Drake snapped and then he pulled his cock free.
Panic shot through me and I quickly said, “I’m sorry! Please, I can do better. Please!”
Drake’s cold mouth twisted in pleasure and then he stepped forward again. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was back in Memphis’s hotel room, his beautiful body splayed before me, his thick shaft hungry for my touch. I teased Drake’s cock with long licks up and down his length before I swallowed him down again. This time I focused all my attention on pleasing him and when I took him in as far as I could, I hummed around his flesh and then swallowed. Drake groaned in pleasure and began fucking my mouth with renewed fervor.
“You taught your little slut well, Memphis,” I heard Drake say. Humiliation was like a living thing crawling along my skin, but I ignored it and did everything I could to get the man off. But he caught on to my plan and snagged me by the hair again and yanked my head back, pulling his cock free of my mouth.
“You aren’t getting off that easy,” he murmured. “We’re just getting started.”
He did something to the phone before speaking directly at it and I realized he’d turned the view so it was on him instead of me. “Intermission, My Sweet,” he said huskily. Then he pushed some buttons and I heard the telltale whooshing sound that meant he’d sent a message. I wanted to curl up in a ball and die as I realized Memphis would now be witness to my humiliation. But the feeling was short-lived as Drake tucked the phone in his pocket and then pulled a knife from a holster in his boot. At first I thought he was going to cut me with it, but all he did was slice through the zip tie at my feet and then the one that had me secured to the anchor in the wall. My hands remained bound behind my back. He yanked me to my feet and began dragging me towards the corner of the room. My stomach fell and I barely managed to stifle the choked sob that caught in my throat when I realized where he was taking me.
Tristan realized it at almost the exact same time. “No!” he screamed and then he was struggling to get free of his bindings. “Brennan, no!”
“Tristan-”
“No! Take me!” Tristan shouted. “You can use a condom! It’s safe with a condom!”
“Wait, wait, please,” I said to Drake as I tried to stop his forward motion. I was surprised when he actually gave me the second I needed and I didn’t waste it.
“Tristan, you remember that song you had to perform for that school recital? The one where you had to sing while you were playing?”
Tristan continued to fight against the zip ties. “No!” he screamed again.
Drake began tugging me forward. “Tristan, please, sing the song! Tanner needs to hear it!” I begged.
“Brennan,” Tristan cried hoarsely.
