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Sophie Harding could bemycanvas.

I could paint her skin with the pain she wanted. Make her cry my name.

Then I could fuck her, and she’d want me. She’d want me so fucking bad.

I watched the woman in chains, fixated on her eyes.

I’d never fucking wanted anything more than I wanted Sophie Harding to look at me that way.

Masque fucked as hard as he hit. He lifted Green Eyes clean off the ground, holding her by her hips as she swayed in the chains. She gasped when he jammed his cock inside her, wrapping her legs behind him to take her own weight. His fingers worked at her clit, and it drove her fucking insane. Rasps and grunts and seedy fucking gurgles spilled from her throat, more animal than human. I’d been right; hewashung like a fucking donkey on steroids. She loved it, too. Begging him for more, harder and harder and fucking harder.

His voice again, so fucking commanding.

“You feel so fucking nice, Cat. Your cunt is so fucking wet for me, I hope everyone can hear those perfect fucking slurps you’re making.”

“Yes!” she screamed. “Fuck me, please, Masque, fuck me... fuck me!”

Sophie stared at them, mouth open, no longer begging for my touch. Her breathing was shallow, so shallow. One flick of my thumb could ignite her, I knew it, but I stayed still.

Masque drilled Green Eyes good, his jaw locked dead in concentration, fingers working her ragged. He knew when she was cresting, knew just when to let her fucking fly.

“Come for me.” His words were so simple, but they worked. They worked fucking perfectly.

The girl in the chains didn’t hold back, squealing and jerking as she came. Masque kept his expression deadpan, kept his thrusts steady, playing with her juicy little clit until she was spent. He lowered her to the floor and uncuffed her in a flash, working his donkey dick in his hand while she dropped to her knees, mouth wide and hungry for him.

I heard Sophie gasp again, straining forward for a closer view, and I was too, craving to know what the fuck was about to go down.

Masque looked less composed now, cock all fucking veiny like he could shoot any fucking second. He jammed the whole length down Green Eyes’ throat, so hard she coughed and retched and spluttered all over him. She didn’t pull back, though, didn’t fight.

He fucked her face like a doll, until her eyes were streaming and her throat gurgled soft and wet. Finally, he let fly, burrowing until her neck swelled thick with the length of him, bellowing as he shot his seed down her pretty little throat. Her eyes bulged wide, lungs fighting for breath, hands twitching behind her back as she fought the inevitable, but it was no use.

She sicked up all over his filthy fucking cock, but the dirty bastard didn’t care.

He dropped to his knees beside her and kissed her sicky mouth like his life depended on it.

And I nearly jizzed in my fucking pants.

***

Sophie made to get off my lap but I held her still while I willed my hard on away. The lights were changing again, the room much brighter now the show was over. Raven and her girlfriend untangled themselves from each other.

“Hot in here, or what?” Raven laughed. “I think I need some air after that little performance.”

“Air... nicotine...” the girl at her side said. “Go get what you need. I’ll get myself a drink.”

“Good girl, Cara, good girl.”

Sophie turned her head to me, eyes still glazed as her breathing calmed. “You coming to the bar?”

I couldn’t face it. Not yet. I needed to clear my head.

“Think someone needs a cigarette,” Raven smirked. “Come with me, kid.”

Sophie’s face was questioning but she didn’t argue. She raised herself slowly, and smiled as Raven took me by the arm.

“Won’t be long,” I grunted.

The cold air was welcome. Raven grinned as I jumped from foot to foot, trying to change my headspace.

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