LOGINI pulled down, out of his wet mouth. He hissed as his hole emptied with a wet plop. His eyes came up; my head came down.
I was moving now, better than before. I raised my arms to give me leverage. My eyes burned into his.
He held my gaze, his lips swollen, his chin slick.
I raised a brow. My body was definitely coming back.
My lips twitched, then parted.
“Are you… testing a product?” I rasped; my mouth was dry after all.
He smiled.
I sank into
I didn’t go home. My wife would have a conniption if she saw the bruises on me.I went to a hotel I used from time to time. An upscale, frequently used location by the masses. The kind that people win stays and dinners as prizes on shows.The irony that I had returned to my office the day after an attack by a squad of killers, but would not dare go home to my pregnant wife with the marks I had on my body, was not lost on me.But Mrs. Sullivan was not as kind as a bullet to the head.I used a wheelchair to get in, not because I couldn’t walk, but because I didn’t want my wounds to take a second longer than they needed to heal.The bellhop pressed the floor number for me and stood to the side.He rolled me into my suite, and I rose to get my wallet from my pocket. It fell, and he helped me pick it up.My words of gratitude froze on my lips.The eyes I was staring at should not be here.I glanced at the door that was closin
I pulled down, out of his wet mouth. He hissed as his hole emptied with a wet plop. His eyes came up; my head came down.I was moving now, better than before. I raised my arms to give me leverage. My eyes burned into his.He held my gaze, his lips swollen, his chin slick.I raised a brow. My body was definitely coming back.My lips twitched, then parted.“Are you… testing a product?” I rasped; my mouth was dry after all.He smiled.I sank into the chair, throwing my head back. I slid down as far as I could go. The tightness in my chest disappeared.I stared at him in the mirror.His eyes were on mine up there.“Finish it, and let me out of this shit,” I growled.He grinned.For the next, I don’t know how long, he worked me until I started to feel it – the pressure at the base of my shaft.My balls tightened.My chest did the same as my breath caught.I jerked upright, as well as
I was hot. My skin was on fire. The gel was burning me. Only, it wasn’t. As I stared at my chest, my eyes wide, sweat pouring off my forehead, I knew I wasn’t being injured.But the sensation was real.I croaked as the heat increased with every trembling breath.I wanted to pour cold water, or maybe even icy milk, all over my body. I strained against the binding, and only then did I realize that the chain on my wrist was connected to the chair itself.“Ed!!! Take these off! Take it off!” I bellowed, as if that would move him, as if that would stop him.He stood.“What’s wrong, baby? Is it uncomfortable?”“Ed!”He rubbed his still gel-covered fingers on my tongue.I gaped at him, mouth open. My body wasn’t moving right. It was not responding correctly.My eyes widened, and he bit his lip as he coated my tongue, then my lips with the jelly.Peaches… the word filled my mind as the scent filled my nost
“You came,” he breathed in his warm, steady voice, his face in mine as metal clanged softly behind me.I held his gaze as leather cuffs were placed on my wrists, without him shifting his eyes from mine. He leaned forward, drawing my arms behind me. I leaned back, raising my chin as he entered my space.His shoulders moved as he pulled on the chain on the cuffs. I didn’t blink.My head pulled back as a soft clink locked my chained arms to the back of my neck. My chest pushed out, pressing on his as he sat, legs wide, on my thighs, straddling me and adjusting himself as his dick rubbed against mine.I swallowed. I had to. I was suffocating, but I pressed my lips tight.His eyes scanned my face. He nodded imperceptibly and stood.I couldn’t lower my head.He had chained my throat to my wrists. Any move I made stretched not only the straps on my body but also pulled at my neck.I could move my arms, but my wrists were bound beside
The straps were biting into my skin. Not cutting. It wasn’t hurting. It was simply letting me know it was there. Every breath pulled on it. Every movement strained the binding.And whatever incense had been in the soap or the water or was in the air in the steam room, was making me want to cross my legs, but that would pull the straps around my ass cheeks, and I didn’t want that.There was no underwear in the bundle. I could already see where this was going. That was part of the game. To get me on edge.I wasn’t going to play.So, instead, I closed my eyes and moderated my breathing.==========Jayden’s POV.I went home. I didn’t have a choice. As my ‘driver’ helped me to the door, I slipped a note into his hand.He thanked me and ran off.I let myself in and went to the kitchen. I got ice from the freezer, wrapped it in a dish towel, and gasped as I pressed it on my side.I staggered upstairs to my bedroom and go
The person was dressed like a spa attendant, in a uniform that almost looked like a nurse’s own.Loose white trousers, cream, comfortable cut top that stopped at the hips, neckline all the way up, stopping at the top of the neck, with white buttons in a diagonal line from base of the throat to the bottom of the shirt.No hold anywhere. ‘Breasts’ could not be identified, and a bulge in the neck could not be clearly spotted.Another attendant, same androgenous look, same uniform, approached with a tall glass of water and a smile that would pass as welcoming in any other establishment, anywhere else in the world, but for me was worse than having a gun in my face.My body moved by itself.I spun.I pulled on the door handle. The fucking thing did not budge. Not even a tremor. It was not a door; it was the entrance to a cage, and I was trapped.==========Jayden’s POV.I sent a message to Marcus as soon as I got into the car.
I had waited for him, gone to battle for him, and here he was, without a worry. He had been fine. I had risked myself, my gang, for him, and what was he saying? What was he doing?Barry bellowed. Shaw cursed. He, my avatar, the only good thing in my world, silently took everything my men,
Jade’s father screamed as he shook the screen, and Jade’s head bowed. There was a quick, sharp movement on the man’s end, and the screen went black as the device he had been using smashed into the floor of whatever room he was in.Destroying his computer as completely as he had destroyed h
It felt like a caged beast had been given freedom.I watched Marcus’ mirth, then he splashed cold water on my slowly burning mind and rose to leave. To leave me. Again.The fire scorched my soul.I grabbed his wrist. Only if he had chopped my hand off would I have let him go
Barry didn’t ask where I was, what I was doing, or when I’d be back. He really wasn’t an idiot.He already knew he couldn’t trace my number. He already knew I had access to people and things that he didn’t want to know about. But he had checked, numerous times over the years, that I wasn’t a rat. An







