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Rushing over to the bathroom door, I yank it open. “Hello?” I ask, searching the bedroom, but I’m alone. No one else is in here. But I catch sight of the large mirror from their office. The same one I kneeled in front of and fucked a dildo. It’s sitting up against the wall next to the open double doors to the balcony. Next to the table and high-back chairs.
Swallowing, I go back to the bathroom and do as I’m told. I find all of my things underneath one of the sinks. Of course, it’s my bag that I took to the club for work. My everyday makeup that was in my house is nowhere to be seen.
I take the time to do my makeup as if I’m still Luna, about to go out on stage and bat my eyelashes at men who want to fuck me.
Once satisfied, I decide to get dressed and wait for further instructions. But you can only access the closet from the bedroom.
I exit the bathroom this time and come to a stop when I see Saint has joined me at some point. He stands on the balcony. He’s bent over, forearms resting on the railing. He’s dressed in black jeans, combat boots, and a white T-shirt. I shuffle on my bare feet as he turns around to face me, and my heart races because I’m already naked. I left my towel in the bathroom.
Leaning back against the railing, he crosses his tattooed arms over his chest and looks over my face and hair. The silence that lingers makes me nervous, so I tuck a few strands behind my ear, worried. I hate to admit that I put a little more effort than I would usually do to look my best for him.
Pushing off the railing, he enters my room and walks up to me. I lift my chin in order to meet his stare.
FORTY-NINE
SAINT
She did a good job at getting all done up for me. She looks gorgeous. I used to love taking her out and showing her off. I won’t say that I don’t get jealous, but I was always proud to call her mine. If a man tried to touch her, I’d cut off his hands. If he hurt her, I’d slit his fucking throat. But allowing a man to see how beautiful she is when she comes for me—fuck, I’d let any man see that.
I never did mind letting Haidyn and Kashton have a piece. It was always about them. They never fucked her cunt, and she was never allowed to come for them. I loved that control I had over her. Lending her out but being able to control her pleasure. It’s a power that only she could give me.
Her breathing is erratic, and her pretty pink nipples are hard. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see her. To touch her. To fuck her. “How’s your throat?” I ask.
She swallows and gives me a soft nod. “Better.”
Grabbing her hand, I turn her to face the mirror that I had Jessie place in here from the office. “Arms behind your back,” I command.
She drops her head to stare at her bare feet and places her hands behind her back. I pull them to where they are parallel and begin to tie them in place with the rope.
“On your knees,” I tell her, and she drops to them. Her ass rests on the heels of her feet. “No.” I grab her hair and pull, making her cry out while lifting her body at the same time. “I want your ass up off the floor. Back straight.”
She sniffs but does as she’s ordered.
“Move forward. I want the front of your body touching the mirror.”
Once she’s in place, I pick up the dildo and hold it down in front of her face. “Lick it.” I hold the suction cup at her lips, and they part. She lifts her eyes to meet mine as her tongue darts out, and she runs it along the suction cup. The action makes my cock twitch in my pants.
I stick it to the mirror and then grab what I want out of my pocket. “Open wide, sweetheart, and stick out your tongue.” I give her two sprays, then toss it to the side. “Made these just for you,” I say, pulling the last thing out that I want and squatting down next to her. I spit on the mirror and place the tiny clear suction cups on it. Then I stretch out the short chains just as far as they’ll go and attach the sharp teeth to her hard nipples.
She whimpers, her shoulders now shaking. I gather her pretty hair in my hand as I continue to squat next to her. “You’re going to suck on this dildo for five minutes. Deep throat it. Don’t swallow. I want all your drool running out of the corners of your pretty lips while you watch yourself be the best slut you can be. Understand?”
Nodding, she sniffs, and I push her head forward as she parts her shaking lips. I lift my right hand, eyeing my watch as my hand helps her fuck the dildo. There’s not much sucking involved when you can’t feel your mouth. I hold her head, forcing her to take more and more of it with each push.
Once the drool runs down the corners of her mouth and her makeup smears, I push her head farther, and her large eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Look how good you’re doing. You’ll be swallowing it whole in no time.”
I pull her head back just enough to push it back down her throat. She tries to pull away, but the nipple clamps stop her, and fresh tears fall from her bottom lashes.
“Halfway there,” I tell her, and she looks up at me in the mirror. My free hand comes up and grips her chin. “Watch, sweetheart. Look at yourself.” Her eyes go to hers in the mirror as I hold her chin and the back of her head, forcing her to swallow the fake dick.
Her legs shake, and she tries to adjust herself, but it does no good because the nipple clamps keep her in place.
This is part of her punishment. I know she ventured out yesterday, and although I’m not mad about it, I feel she needs to remember why she’s here.
Pushing her head more, I watch as the dick disappears into her drooling mouth, and she tries to breathe out, spit flying from her lips. “Fuck, I love it messy,” I tell her.
She blinks rapidly, and streaks of black mascara run down her cheeks.
I pull her mouth free and squeeze the suction cups from the mirror to release them, leaving the clamps attached to her nipples. Standing, I bend down and pick her up and lay her on her back on the table.
