Dirty Ugly Toy (29 page)

“Dive in.”

I watch as even the women enthusiastically bring their lips to Bunny’s dessert-covered body. A tiny gasp on her part has me jerking my gaze to her. Seconds before, she could have killed me with her glare. Now, she squirms as their tongues tickle her flesh. A pink flush has crept up her neck and cheeks. And her sweet little mouth is parted in shock or pleasure, it’s hard to tell.

Bringing my mouth to her pussy where chocolate runs down, I taste her slowly at first. Her soft, telling gasp lets me know she’s definitely enjoying this. The chocolate mixed with her essence is an aphrodisiac and my cock throbs to be inside her. Unzipping my pants while I tongue-fuck her, I tug my thickness out and begin to stroke it. When her body begins to tense up, I pull away to check on her.

Wild, feral green eyes meet mine. “Don’t stop,” she begs in a whisper.

I’m about to go back down on her when my eyes graze over Stallion who is cleaning his “plate” up well. His mouth runs needy circles on her tit and a fire of jealousy explodes within me. He’d probably fuck what’s mine if I gave him a choice.

“Mmm,” Glenna moans from beside me. “So sweet.”

I drag my gaze to the woman beside me and stifle a grin. She’s always trying way too fucking hard to impress me. And now is no different. I watch with interest as she tongues her way down to Bunny’s hipbone.

“You want to taste what’s mine?” I question with a raised brow.

Glenna nods fervently, chocolate running down her chin and throat making her appear the prettiest she ever has since she’s worked for me.

This game has become interesting and fun. Bunny is the perfect fucking toy.

“Go on. I want to watch you taste her.”

She swoops her long hair off to the side and leans forward, her tongue tentatively reaching for Bunny’s clit. The moment she connects, my toy shrieks.

“I don’t want her touching me!”

I chuckle and push a finger inside of Bunny. She moans and I look over Glenna’s bowed head at her. “You do want it though, don’t you?”

She shakes her head but with the way I massage her from the inside and Glenna teases her from the outside, she chews on her lip and gives me a nod.

My toy likes to play too.

“Glenna, I want to taste her on you.”

She nods and lifts her head, the eagerness dancing in her eyes. The woman is nice looking but nothing like the knockout Bunny is. However, I want to taste my toy on her lips. Sliding my free hand into her hair while I continue to work Bunny from the inside, I tug her to my mouth. Glenna moans loudly and I’m overwhelmed with kissing her with the taste of another mixed in with the chocolate kiss.

“Oh, God!” Bunny’s yelp of pleasure is a precursor of what’s to come. I make sure to massage her clit with my thumb while my other fingers work her G-spot. Glenna lets me deepen our kiss and the moment I feel a hand on my cock, I nearly black out from pleasure. I’m not sure which woman is touching me but I’m not arguing.

Whimpers coming from Bunny, drag me away from my kiss. I’m surprised to see Caramel working my cock while she kisses Jamal. And Glenna is working Stallion’s through his slacks while he massages Bunny’s tit. Jealousy flares through me but I quickly squash it. I wanted this. This is my fucking game and they’re all in it to play along. Even Dubois.

My gaze flits to where he stands stoically off to the side, awaiting further instruction. Stallion drops his mouth to Bunny’s and whispers something only she can hear. Then, he places his lips on hers and kisses her softly. I’m about to tell him to get the fuck away from her pretty mouth when—speaking of mouths—wet, heat slides down around my shaft.

Glenna has taken to sucking my dick, like she’s wanted to for years, and I groan at the sensation. Stallion moves his lips down to Bunny’s tit and I lock eyes with her.

With each thrust of my fingers and swirl of my thumb, I draw her closer to the edge. And with each bob of Glenna’s head, I get nearer to unravelling.

My eyes roll back and I sense that I’m about to cum in Glenna’s mouth at any moment. I don’t want to cum in her mouth—my cum is reserved for Bunny. It sobers me up and I yank her off my cock by her hair.

“Dessert’s over. Leave,” I snarl.

Four sets of confused eyes meet mine. They look fucking ridiculous with chocolate smeared all over their goddamned faces. Bunny looks good enough to eat though. Her head is tilted back and her chest heaves with desire.

“I said get the fuck out!”

H
is barked order tremors through me and I’m vaguely aware of the other four people scrambling from the room. Squeaky wheels ring in my ears as Dubois follows behind them with the cart. My body tingles and throbs. I’m hungry for more.

Brax’s dark brows are furrowed in concentration as he sets to untying me. I’m not sure what his plans are for me next, but I don’t care. My heart is racing and my skin is sensitive from every brush of his fingertips on my flesh.

Red Hello Kitties.

The moment Brax lost himself to tasting me that first time tonight, the good-looking “toy” named Stallion from dinner, asked me if I wanted something to make it feel better. Considering the ties were biting into the flesh of my ankles and wrists, I didn’t think it could hurt. Not to mention, I had other reasons for wanting to float away.

Brax’s sudden mood change upset me more than I’d like to admit. I’d let my guard down with him and assumed he truly wanted me—for more than just a toy. But, even after everything with Jimmy, he showed his hand. I was nothing more than an investment for a short period of time. Despite the aching in my chest, it truly is better this way. When I have to leave at the end, so I don’t end up in Jimmy’s steely clutches, it won’t hurt a bit to leave Brax behind.

But now, as the world around me seems louder, crisper, bolder, I wonder if I made the wrong decision in accepting his drug. I’d wanted to dip off into oblivion, not be hyper aware of every touch, scent, and sound.

“What’s wrong with you?”

With slow blinks of my eyelids, I question him with my eyes. My mouth doesn’t work at the moment. “Mmm.”

His jaw clenches and I decide I very much like how sexy he gets when he’s angry. It’s enough to want to piss him off all the time.

I must fade into some sort of stupor because I focus again to see him wiping the sticky shit off my body with a rag. It’s warm and with the firm pressure he applies as he swipes it over my abdomen, I nearly come.

“Yes,” I moan, “don’t stop.”

“Are you fucking on something?”

I nod and lose myself to a fit of giggles—giggles that I think sound like bells ringing in heaven. It’s a lovely sound. I’m infatuated by it until a cold rain jerks me from trance.

“C-C-Cold!” I hiss and shiver. I’m vaguely aware that I’m now in the shower with him.

My eyelids are heavy but the way his strong fingers dig into me has me squirming in his arms.

“Stop moving.”

His voice is velvet and chocolate. Gravel and liquid gold. I want to bathe in the timbre of his voice—to orgasm from the reverberation of it. I’m limp in his arms and confusion sets in when he shoves a finger into my throat.

Against my will, I heave the contents of my stomach and watch in horror as it washes down the drain. The world spins and I’m once again lost.

“Wake up.”

The deep voice warms and blankets me. I want to sleep inside of it. But instead of chasing the oblivion, a soft slap to my cheek startles me awake. I’m confused to see daylight peeking in and I’m naked under the sheets of the bed. Brax is dressed to the nines in one of his sexy-ass suits I like to tease him for and has a laptop in his hand. His face is growing scruffy and I want to scratch my fingernails over the hair on his cheeks. The annoyed glare on his face reminds me of the first day I met him.

“What’d I miss?” My throat is scratchy and croaky.

“My cock,” he smarts off and sits down beside me. “Did Stallion give you something?”

I squint and absently reach for him. He’s been a dick since last night but I still crave to touch him. “He gave me something called a Red Hello Kitty.”

He frowns. “What’s that?”

“E, baby.”

Brax shakes his head in frustration. For a brief moment, I see disappointment in his eyes. It sours my stomach. Bursting from the bed, I rush into the bathroom to vomit. Once, I’ve brushed my teeth, I stumble back into the room. I’m surprised to see that everything’s been cleaned up. What the hell did I do for the past several hours?

“No tie today?” I question as I slip back into the bed.

He smirks and his mouth quirks up on one side. “They’re all filthy as fuck.”

Heat rushes over my chest and I smile. “Last night was . . .”

“Incomplete? Unsatisfying? Annoying? Because that’s what it was to me,” he answers with a grumble.

I shrug my shoulders. “It was fun. But it’s what gets your rocks off, not mine. You have the audience fetish.” At first I’d been pissed that he brought his friends along to use me as a fucking table. But, not long after Stallion gave me the drugs, I’d not had a care in the world. In fact, I craved each and every one of them to taste me. Touch me. Anything to send the waves of bliss crashing all over me in one obliterating moment.

He rolls his eyes and yanks the covers away from me. His gaze skims up my naked flesh and I’m suddenly so warm. “How’d I know you were going to say that? While you were flying high on that shit, I was nursing blue balls.”

Lying backward on the bed, I arch my brow at him and spread my legs. “I’m so sorry. How will I ever make it up to you . . .
master
?”

His groan is music to my ears and I watch with glee as he frantically tugs at the buttons on his slacks, his eyes never leaving my sex. “You’re so much fucking trouble, Bunny. Jesus. I don’t know why I keep you around.”

I laugh at his complaining. Today he’s lost his fiery edge. It gives me the hope that I’d given up on last night. That hope will hurt me in the long run though and I need to get it in check. “You keep me around,” I tell him with a smile, “because you secretly like being driven crazy. Oh, and I give amazing head too.”

He smirks and grabs onto my thighs, pulling me over to the edge of the bed. I want to watch his deep, dark blue eyes as they explode with bliss when he climaxes inside of me. How they shine with adoration before he quickly hides it with indifference. I want him to make love to me.

His furrowed gaze meets mine and I see him once again warring. The way he visually appreciates my body is an indication that today might be sweet. But without warning, he flips me over to my belly, kicks my feet apart, and enters me roughly. From this position, my stomach flat on the edge of the bed, he seems to fill me more. His cock rubs against my G-spot in a delightful way and I nearly come when he grabs a handful of my hair, yanking back.

He fucks me fast and hard. I don’t even need any external stimulation—which may or may not be residual from the E—and I climax hard around his cock. His grunt is the only preface he gives before his heat explodes inside of me. A quick, satisfying fuck. Now I can get back to sleeping.

“Get showered and then packed up. We’re going home,” he says as he jerks out of me.

His cum rushes from me and down the inside of my right thigh. I stand up and regard him in confusion as he saunters off to clean himself up. Following after him, I put my hands on my hips. “Why? I thought we were here all weekend.”