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“Maybe you’ll find that room tonight. Just point me away from the vanilla room, though.”
“Sure thing.” Grinning, Kane flipped on Spotify and “Take You Down” by L’FREAQ thumped through the speakers. It was an appropriate song as my thoughts shifted back to Psycho. Somehow, I had to find out where he was. I couldn’t get blindsided—again.
Twenty minutes later, Kane and I were cloaked and masked. We walked down the hall in the opposite direction, both of us avoiding the vanilla room, as Kane called it.
Opening the door, I wondered if the gods above had heard my conversation with Kane on the way over to the society. Sprawled out and tied to a table was the same girl I’d been with the last time. Even with her face covered, I recognized her blonde hair and toned thighs.
“We meet again.” My voice sounded odd beneath the skull mask and disguiser, but I liked that no one knew who I was other than the other Black Widow members.
Although I couldn’t see her expression, her body tensed.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice hoarse beyond recognition. I wondered if she’d yelled her head off at the football game earlier. That was assuming she liked the sport.
I waited to respond, recalling that the leader had mentioned we should pick a deadly insect or animal. It would be stupid to call myself Jaguar. The second she heard someone call me Jag outside this room, she would put two and two together. I strolled around the room, my black dress shoes scuffing the tile floor. For whatever reason, the Black Widow had called for a uniform of a black shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes. I assumed it was so that, if any of the chicks saw us, they couldn’t identify us by our shoes or pants.
If any of the girls saw me shirtless, they would see the black mamba tattoo that covered my chest and wrapped under my arm and around my back. Choosing a snake might not be wise, either. But for that matter, I could keep my damn clothes on, then my tats couldn’t be an issue.
My attention landed on her again. She was braless, and I drank in the curve of her breasts through her thin white shirt. Her long legs stretched out beneath her short denim mini skirt. “You can call me Black Mamba.”
The corner of her lip kicked up in a slight smile. “Is that because you’re deadly?” Her voice cracked with her question.
You have no idea. I cleared my throat so I wouldn’t say something I would regret later. “I know how to adapt to my surroundings. I can survive anywhere.”
She swallowed. “And through anything?”
Her question caught me off guard, and I wondered if she might also understand how to survive. Suddenly, I found myself intrigued by not only this girl’s beauty, but her mind.Who is she?
“Yes.”
Her tongue darted over her lower lip, and my straining cock nearly jumped out of my slacks.
My fingertips glided from her shin and over her knee. Goose bumps dotted her skin as I continued to trail upward. Although her arms were stretched out and bound to the table, her legs weren’t. I pulled up her skirt enough to see her bare pussy. No panties again. My dick hopped into the driver’s seat, and I crawled onto the table, parted her legs, and bit the inside of her thigh. Her scream filled the room and I chuckled. I hadn’t broken the skin. Yet.
A red-hot, crazed-driven desire to claim her coursed through every cell of my being. I’d only been with her once, but the mere thought of another guy, in or out of the society, touching her drove me nearly insane.
“Who do you serve, my little cum whore?”
She bristled with my words, but she knew exactly what to say.
“You. But before you go any further, you should know . . .”
I ran my tongue up the length of her slit then around her clit. Sucking the hard bud between my teeth, I smiled. My pet had lost her thoughts. Moans of pleasure slipped from her pretty lips that would soon be wrapped around my thick cock as my cum shot into her mouth and down her throat. That was if I could stop fucking her with my mouth long enough.
“What were you going to say, my good little pet?” I spread her pussy apart, devouring her as she attempted to talk.
Her hips bucked off the table, grinding against my face as she whimpered and begged for a release. I wouldn’t give it to her. Not yet. She had to earn it.
I moved away and fumbled beneath the damn cloak to free my dick from my slacks. I had to fuck her. Once I positioned myself at her entrance, I shoved into her fast and hard, her body rocking from the force.
“I hope you’re on birth control because I’m going to cum inside you, and when I do, make no mistake that I’m claiming you as mine. No other man can ever touch you again unless I give them permission.”
“Oh god. Fuck me good.”
Her back arched off the table, her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt. I leaned down and bit one, her scream of pain nearly making me lose my load inside her tight cunt.
“I requested you tonight,” she grunted as I slammed into her.
Hesitating for a moment, I realized what she’d said. She’d wanted me too. I nearly laughed because I was pretty sure my pet would regret the day that she’d asked for me.
