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“Lock it, Little Creature.” He commands. Fuck, looks like The Carver is here.
“So, Monty, from what I’ve seen, you have been touching and feeding my Blood Queen drugs all night. Do you know what happens to those who fucking touch her?” Monty’s eyes widen.
“Na man, we were just having some fun. She was into it. Sh-she was all over my stick.” He stutters. I fucking snort. Wrong answer, Monty. The Carver looks over to me, and he smiles. Shit. That dimple. I am so fucked.
“Want to explain to your latest boytoy what happens to those that fucking touch what is not theirs?” I shiver at the memory of the hand that caressed my face. The dead hand.
“They don’t live to tell the tale,” I say. He smiles wider, stepping closer to Monty.
“If you want to live to see tomorrow, you will get on your knees, Tom.” The Carver states,
“M-my name isn’t Tom.” Monty stammers.
“I really don’t give a fuck; I’ll name you whatever I please.” He takes out a knife from his jacket pocket, holding it to his throat. Monty does as he’s told.
“You’ll kneel there until I say otherwise.” He commands him. Monty doesn’t move a muscle. The Carver comes over to me, grabbing me by the throat and squeezing. I moan, wanting him to squeeze tighter. I need to fuck, I need to feel his hands all over my body. Fuck, I just want to cum.
“I’m pretty sure I told you to behave while I was gone.” He breathes, licking the side of my face, causing my body to shudder.
“Fuck me, please,” I whine. I bet if he dipped his fingers into my pants, he would find me soaked for him. He narrows his eyes at me.
“You made me watch the little show you put on with Mike over there and that slut. Then you disappeared into a room with him and come out strung the fuck out. So now, you’re going to sit over in that chair while you watch the show I put on.” He sucks my bottom lip, releasing my neck from his grip. I huff. He raises a brow, and I do as I’m told, having no idea what to expect. I sit in the chair and cross my legs. He walks back over to Monty who remains on his knees. The Carver unzips his pants and takes his cock out. My eyes go wide.
“This is what happens when you let another man touch you,” he says grabbing the back of Monty’s head.
“Open wide, George and take this dick like a good little bitch.” He shoves his cock deep down Monty’s throat, holding his head there, his eyes never leaving mine. He pulls Monty up to give him some air, slowly moving his head up and down his shaft. The Carver moans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Jesus Christ, why is this so fucking hot?! My pussy is fucking dripping. The only sound in the room is Monty slurping The Carvers cock and gagging on his length.
“That’s it Roger, suck me harder,” he commands. I slip my fingers down my pants and rub my clit in slow circles. Fuck, I want to cum already, I need release.
“Do you enjoy watching a man suck my cock, Blood Queen?” He asks.
“Yes I do, so fucking much,” I pant. I wonder if any of the others would do this with him.
“Rub your clit harder, pinch it, but you don’t cum until I do.” He groans.
“I need you to fuck me. I’m so fucking wet,” I whimper, pinching my clit again.
“Come here, let me taste,” he commands. I get up, walk over to him and slide my wet fingers into his mouth. He sucks them clean, groaning. I grab a hold of Monty’s head taking over the motion, pushing his head down further causing him to choke, spittle seeping from the corner of his mouth.
“Fuck, Blood Queen, just like that.” He grunts.
“Anything for you, Master.” He groans even louder, sliding his hand down my pants and into my wet pussy with ease. Gasping, I throw my head back, and let Monty up for air, but not for long. I pull his hair up and down The Carvers length as he brings me to the brink of shattering my orgasm all over his fingers.
“I’m so close Master, make me cum.” I beg.
“Beg harder, Little Creature.” He commands. I hold Monty’s head down, forcing The Carver’s cock deep in his throat. His body starts to shake. I know he’s close.
“Please, please, I want to cum for you; only you.” The Carver removes his hand from my pants and uses both hands to shove his cock brutally down Monty’s throat, cumming with a guttural moan.
“You did well, Jerry. Now get the fuck out.” He growls. Monty gets up off his knees, wiping his face, and leaves the room without a backward glance. I look at The Carver and swing on him. I’m fucking pissed. I want his blood on my hands. Fuck this mother fucker. He grabs me by my hair and tosses me onto the chair. I just want to hurt him, I want him to bleed. My phone suddenly rings; it’s Rykers ringtone. I answer it.
“What?” I growl.
“Get to the warehouse by the mill. Now! Bring your boys. It’s time.”
“What?”
“Just fucking do it. We have Spade, and he’s in pretty bad shape,” he says.
