Good Girl (Playroom) (13 page)

“Suck it!” Auggie growls the command.
I struggle to reach him from my kneeling position. I crane my neck and try to draw the Beast down to my mouth, but he’s too aroused. I stand and bend at the waist instead, but no matter what I do, he won’t budge. Auggie’s cock is firmly pressed to his belly, like a steel rod pressed against a cement wall. I have no idea what to do and get frustrated. I feel ashamed that I’m inexperience at this and everyone is witnessing my humiliation.

Augustus puts
me out of my misery by lounging on long sofa that doesn’t have a back, just a big rounded arm with a small curved back. I think they’re called a chaise, but I have no clue about furniture. All I know is that it’s the perfect height for me to reach the Beast from my knees.

“A good girl starts here,”
Auggie patiently explains as he puts a fingertip on his sack. “And licks all the way up to here,” he draws the fingertip up the length of the Beast.

“I’m a good girl,” I
huskily chirp, causing Auggie to laugh deep in his belly. I nestle my tongue deep in the thick thatch of his russet hair, trying to feel the skin of his balls. Auggie flexes his hips and grips the edge of the sofa. I’ll have to remember that he likes licked right there. It would be better if he was hair free. I noticed Beth was hairless.

I wet my tongue again
, which isn’t difficult since I’m drooling like a bastard, and slide it up the stalk of his cock. The Beast tastes salty, but the smell is musky- manly- I’m instantly addicted. The Beast’s head is round and plump like a ripe, juicy plum. I flutter my tongue around it, pressing harder each pass, trying to figure out what Auggie likes best. When I flick the slit at the top and follow down a small groove, clear stuff flows out the tip. I readily lap it up and Auggie’s hips go wild- thrusting into the air.

“Rob, hold my hands,” Auggie’
s voice is deep and strained. I look around and notice that everyone in the
Playroom
stopped what they were doing and is watching- enthralled. The room is the size of Auggie’s loft. It has beds, sofas, and some furniture I don’t know what to call. The people are crowded around us in a swarm. Most are younger. The girls are in their twenties and thirties. The men are older- almost all thirty and up. I only see two boys close to my age. One is Kieren, and the other is his older brother, Devon. I want to feel shy doing this while guys I went to high school with watch, but it feels natural. A thrill trills in my veins from just the thought. Devon never saw me as anything but a friend while Kieren just wanted to use me as a cum dumpster- now Auggie is showing everyone in the room that a woman who looks like a prepubescent boy can be sexy and desirable.

“What’s wrong?
” Rob asks what I wanna know, too.

“I’m close to losing it
,” Auggie groans. “You’re the only one strong enough to hold my hands back from shoving myself down Willow’s throat. You have a vested interest in me not hurting her on accident,” Auggie exhaustedly rasps out as if he’s fighting himself.

Rob holds Auggie’s wrists, but turns his head away so he can’t watch. But Robbie’s
eyes are turned towards us- Wimp. If you’re going to do it- own it.

I repeat what Auggie showed me a couple of
times, enjoying the feel of his silky skin against my tongue. I try to remember everything I saw Essie do when she would suck a guy off. The problem is that Augustus isn’t a regular guy. I open my mouth as wide as it will go and only the plump head slips inside. There isn’t anything I can do about that besides practice.

I lick and suck The Beast’s head. Auggie
moans for me and tries to get his hands away from Rob. I assume that that means I’m not doing a good enough job. Ten inches of the Beast is being ignored. I do what I saw Auggie doing this morning underneath his pajama pants. He taught me how to masturbate and I do it just as he showed me. I watched him masturbate, so I guess the reverse would be true.

I suck on
the Beast’s head and run both hands up and down the thick, pulsing shaft. I can’t wrap my fingers around his girth, but I try my best. I’m drooling all over him but it helps my hands slide freely. I roll my eyes up to make sure Auggie likes it. He groans when I look at him. I guess a guy wants all of your focus on them at all times. Auggie said as much last night.

Watching Auggie
watch me suck him off is causing that ache in my belly to return with a vengeance. I want to rub the ache away but I need two hands on his cock. I groan and anxiously rub my thighs together, but I only succeed in creating a delicious friction that feeds the ache.

This morning just before Auggie
came, he touched his balls. I do that now, hoping it’s the right time. I can’t do this for much longer. My jaw aches worse than my belly and my hands hurt from stroking. I’m scared that Auggie is too much man for me, or that I’m not enough woman for him.

With a deep groan, Auggie
floods my mouth the second I touch his sack. My name echoes around the
Playroom.
I just keep swallowing the fluid that is equal parts sweet, salty, and bitter. It leaves a frothy taste in my mouth, similar to liquid soap. I can’t keep up with the flow and it globs on my jeans and splatters the front of my tank. Little rainbows covered in cum.

“Good girl,” Auggie
breathlessly praises. “No more, Willow.” A full-bodied shudder arches his spine and rolls his eyes. I sit on my heels and wait. I ignore all of the gazes warming me and focus all of my attention on Augustus. I know that is what he wants.

“I can’t believe I just held you down so my sister could suck you off. I don’t think I’m perverted enough for you,” Rob
hastily whispers to Auggie. But I can hear him perfectly. I wince at the judgmental tone in Robbie’s angry voice.

“Explain your curr
ent condition, Rob,” Auggie sarcastically responds. “I know you don’t want your sister. Even if Willow wasn’t your sister, she isn’t your type. We both know you’re turned on because you were reliving sucking this cock and wanting your cock sucked. I’ll reward you for helping- pick someone out for your oral pleasure.”

Rob looks at the floor in shame. I’m speechless. We wait
while his inner-conflict wars. “Master, will you ask if Opal is willing to suck my cock, please,” he respectfully asks.

“Ah- O
pal is definitely your type,” Auggie cheerily murmurs. I’m confused because Rob is acting like a whipped pup. He won’t even look at me.

“Why won’t
you look at me?” I breathe in Robbie’s ear. “Are you ashamed of me now?” It matters what my brother thinks of me.

“Didn’t you
catch what Auggie said?” Rob breathes back to me. His brown eyes hold humiliation and I don’t like seeing it.

“So?”

“Willow, I’ve had sex with Auggie. Don’t you think that is shameful?” Robbie grabs my upper-arms and stares into my eyes. It matters to Robbie what I think of him, too. It makes me smile and I spill the truth.

“No. Who co
uld deny Augustus anything he wants?” I gaze at the sex god lazing on the sofa as he intently watches us. “Why is that shameful? Didn’t you like it? I can’t believe that Auggie wouldn’t make it spectacular.”

“It’s shameful because
I liked it,” Robbie hisses at me.

“You should be proud that Auggie
wanted to pleasure you. You’re an idiot- go get your dick sucked by the dog walker.” I push my brother away from me. “I know jack about anything. But if you like it- own it. Don’t be a fucking coward. It’s just another way to silently judge.”

Augustus looks amused and proud as we have a sibling fight over him. I guess it’s more like a pet fight now. I was told real life doesn’t invade playtime. So in here Robbie isn’t my brother, but my fellow pet- Auggie’s pet. Auggie likes his pets fighting over him.

“Fine, little sister, you want me to own it- I will,” Robbie’s threat reverberates around the room and everyone winces. He stands up and rips his zipper down. I’m relieved that he has boxers on underneath.

“I
got turned on by how aroused Auggie was by you. I’m proud to know that no one will ever get him off like we do. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Robbie asks in challenge.

“It’s not what I wanted to hear, but
it’s how you felt. If that how you felt, then great.” I want to end this conversation since Robbie is no longer whispering. He angrily shouts to the room. I guess Rob can pull Isis’ tag off his choker now. There isn’t a person here who doesn’t know that Augustus is our master, now.

“I’
ll remove the filter from my thoughts to my mouth- how about that,” Robbie menacingly threatens. “I’ll show you how little I judge- truth! I want Opal’s lips wrapped around my dick.” Rob starts to undress, but I don’t look away because he’s daring me to. He wants to prove I’m as much of a coward as the one I called him.

“Well, have fun
with that. Opal sure does have a pretty mouth,” I jokingly murmur. A few people laugh outright. A couple guys mock-cough into their hands. Auggie just watches us with a bemused expression.

Robbie strips bare-assed
naked with his dick pointed at the ceiling. I try not to look at it, but that would make me a coward. He doesn’t make me gag, so that’s a plus. He’s decent sized, I guess. His body is nice enough, too, in a lean swimmer kinda way. A Prynne will never be big, but Robbie manages to pull it off. I can objectively look at my brother and understand that he’d be desirable. But I feel nothing when I gaze at him- no matter what, he’ll always be my brother. That thought makes me feel better. I don’t feel sick and I don’t want him- neutrality. I just feel a sense of contentment that Rob’s going to get his needs fed.

Rob
grows a pair of balls and pushes Opal to the nearest sofa. She yelps when he crawls up her body and mounts her face. Robbie’s angry at me and Auggie, and he’s throwing himself just like I would. Like Brother, like Sister.

I’ve watched enough
. Rob can’t call me a coward.

Where’s my Saint Bernard? I need a drink.

Isis stands in the corner, hysterically laughing with Malcolm Mason- Kieren and Devon’s dad. She’s enjoying the strange dynamic between a brother and sister who like the same sick shit, but are extremely uncomfortable because of it. I’m glad she’s enjoying our discomfort. Malcolm Mason sympathetically looks at me, swats Isis on the ass, and rumbles a deep laugh when she behaves. I didn’t think Isis would listen to anyone…

I do what I’m supposed to do- look at Augustus. He looks back at me and
softly smiles.

~Chapter Nine~

“Come here, Willow.” Auggie
pulls me into his lap and pecks me on the lips. He rocks me back and forth gently in his comforting embrace. “Your brother needs punished for throwing himself,” he murmurs against my temple.

“You should humiliate him by making him wear a
tail,” I offer up a solution.

“Oooooo,” Auggie
draws out. “You are a wicked Monster. That is perfect. I knew I kept you around for a reason.” I feel at home in the
Playroom,
even with Robbie’s exaggerated grunting. Opal’s getting into it, so maybe it’s not exaggerated at all. I turn in Auggie’s arms and feather soft kisses on the creamy skin of his neck and shoulder. I linger on his freckles. His hands massage my ass and it makes me achy again. I guess horny is what you call it. I think achy sounds better. My kisses turn more aggressive as I add mild suction to each caress of my lips. Auggie’s throaty moan gives me courage to do things that I would’ve been too self-conscious to try days ago.

“Sir,” I whisper in Auggie’
s ear, testing to see if it drives him wild. Auggie doesn’t disappoint. He flips me around on the sofa and attacks my jeans. His mouth drops open when he sees my pink panties. His mesmerized expression brings on an infectious giggling fit.

Auggie firmly grabs my ankles
in one hand and lifts until my feet are well above my head and my ass is exposed to his view. I hold my arms out to support the headstand Auggie puts me in. He growls when he sees the lace ruffles across the ass of the light pink panties.

“I wore them for you,” I
breathlessly confess.

“I w
ill reward you for your efforts,” Auggie roughly gasps out. His voice is deep with promise. Auggie arranges me so that I’m sideways on the sofa and he sits on the ground between my thighs. He nuzzles my panties with his nose. The fleeting touch has me writhing in his grip with anticipation of what’s to come.

“
Devon,” Auggie calls and I freeze. My body strings tight and my lungs rapidly work to keep up with my body’s need for oxygen. I close my eyes in defeat. I already know what Auggie’s up to and why. My mind and heart are conflicted- excited for the prospect of Devon and pained that Auggie knows that I’m not enough for him.

“Calm,” Auggie
soothingly orders in a quiet voice. “Trust Mr. Kline in all things, remember?”

“Yes, s
ir.” I relax my body the best I can. I watch as Devon approach us. He doesn’t look cocky or arrogant like Kieren. Devon is Essie’s age, so I used to play drinking games with him all the time. He was popular, but didn’t ever pass girls around like his friends. I never saw Devon makeout. It surprised me when I noticed him in the
Playroom.
He looks comfortable here, though.