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Chapter 19

Ainsley

W e’re getting our things together to leave, but apparently my purse vanished. I sit there trying to think about where I must have taken it, recounting my steps from the evening. I must have left it in the washroom when Soph and I were helping Millie touch up her tears. Liam has always gotten under her skin, sometimes in the best ways, but in other cases, like tonight, the worst ways.

“Shit, Soph, I think I left my purse back in the washroom.”

“Oh, damn. Let me come with you.” Soph says, already standing up.

“I can go with her. Soph, you cool if Bouch makes sure you get home, okay?” Shawn interrupts.

Soph rolls her eyes and brushes her hair back.

“Yeah, that’s fine, Shawn. But only because I like you, and I don’t mind doing you a solid. Not dickface over there.”

She points back at Bouch as he finishes packing up an extra plate of wings for the ride home.

“I got a new nickname, guys. Can’t say I don’t love to have my dick in a face.”

Bouch fist pumps the air. Shawn and I laugh as Soph’s face turns into disgust.

“Dude, you're annoying as fuck.” She responds, taking off towards the exit as he follows quickly after her.

I walk toward the washroom, and Shawn follows.

“I’ll be quick.”

“Okay, want me to go back and check the suite? In case it was left by one of the couches?”

“Sure! Thanks, I’ll meet you there.” I open the door to the washroom, and the lights come on.

The suite area of the arena clears out quickly. Everyone is getting out to beat the traffic. I look in each stall, and my purse isn’t in there.

My panic slowly sets in as my thoughts reel into overdrive. Did someone steal it? Did I have my phone locked? Maybe Millie saw it?

I push open the door and quickly make my way back to Shawn. Maybe he had better luck back in the suite. Opening the door, my eyebrows shoot up. Cold, musty air fills the room; the suite and open arena are pitch black. The lights from the main stage area are also off, leaving only the concert fog. Chills wash over my body as the silence penetrates my fears.

“Um, Shawn. Are you here? Did you find my purse?”

Nothing.

Maybe I have the wrong suite. My heart races a little as I head back to the door. I hear movement on the other side of the room and swivel around.

“Shawn, cut the shit and let’s get out of here! I will call the arena security office tomorrow and see if they found my purse.”

Silence.

I can’t see a thing. I attempt to open the door, only to find it locked. My missing purse should’ve tipped me off that something was wrong.

My heart sinks into my stomach. I have watched the shows and seen the social media posts of girls getting taken. I have listened to multiple true crime podcasts. That is why girls almost always have a back-up plan for getting home.

Shit.

I thought Shawn had me. My purse has a lipgloss taser, but now it seems like both of my backup plans have disappeared.

I make my way to the suite’s kitchen area, looking for any sort of weapon I can find, just in case. As I open a drawer, a dark gloved hand grabs my wrist. I scream so loud I start to cough. Turning around to see a tall, masked man with neon red x’s for eyes and a light up smile glowing right over my face.

My stomach curls just as my brain and heart all lock into place. A wave of pure adrenaline takes over.

Oh, my fucking God, he read the rest of my book.

* * *

S hawn’s voice is muffled by the mask over his face.

“You have thirty seconds to get out. If not, you’re mine. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” I say with a small smirk, already looking around for my path to run.

He growls lowly. “Cut the shit and fucking run.”

Oh damn, I wasn’t expecting this from him.

I take off. Immediately running for the couches in the exposed arena since the door was locked. I hop on top of the couches until I reach the end of the wall next to the suite adjacent to us. Standing on the ledge, I quickly hop over to the suite next to us. Just as my feet land, I hear heavy footsteps approaching the wall.

Fuck.

I run up the stairs. This suite has a similar layout to ours, but I hope that the door on this one is unlocked. Something pulls my hair back as I reach the top of the stairs just before the pool table. I stumble backwards until my back hits his chest. His other hand quickly comes over my mouth to keep me from making any more noises. That didn’t take long. I let myself focus on my heart rate, to embrace the energy coursing through me as I feel my thighs press together in need. This is so much better than any smut I’ve read. Probably because I was actually scared shitless back there, but also because I trust Shawn with my life. He drags me over to the pool table and bends me over. One hand pressing me down against the table and the other snaking up my thighs. He swipes his hands between my legs and groans when he feels how wet I already am.

“You’re going to take everything I give you with a fucking thank you.”

“Yes, sir.”

He takes both hands and forcefully pulls my skirt and panties down in one motion. They’re now sitting wrapped around my ankles. My hair is wrapped around his fist as his other hand comes crashing down on my ass. I yell as the sting spreads over my cheek.

“Up!”

He slaps the pool table in front of me to get onto it, and he yanks at my hair again. I let a small moan escape as I climb the rest of the way out of my clothes, leaving myself completely bare.

Crawling forward on the table on all fours. He stands behind me with my pussy on full display for him. He releases his grasp on my hair, and I feel his fingers trail over my folds before two fingers thrust into my pussy as the other hand cups my breast. I squirm as the pressure mounts as he hammers his thick fingers in and out of me.

“Fuck yes.” I sob, rolling my head back.

He spanks my ass again as his fingers continue to work their way in and out of me.

“Flip!” He grunts, grips my waist, and turns me so I’m looking into his masked face. He brings his wet fingers to my mouth and circles my lips before pushing them in my mouth all the way to the back of my throat.

“You said you would take it.” He reminds me and removes his large fingers from me.

“Yes, please.” I choke out.

“So good, using your manners, little slut.”

Damn, he’s so freaking good at this. He stands up to take his pants and boxers off.

“Lay on your back, head down here by me, and look up at the ceiling.”

I get into position, feeling the soft velvet of the pool table on my back. He pulls my head back so it is hanging off the pool table. He slaps the tip of his dick in my mouth. His dick and balls directly in front of me.

“Open.” He commands.

I slowly part my lips and without warning get my mouth dicked down to his base. I’m gagging, and tears are already forming in my eyes at the sudden blunt thrust.

“Take it all. Choke on this cock like the fucking good cock whore you are.”

He starts to fuck my mouth at his own harsh pace, placing both of his hand on the table next to each of my ears as he thrusts relentlessly into my mouth. I cross my legs from the pressure building again as I taste his pre-cum in my mouth. Slowly dragging my hand down my body to help add friction to the need between my legs, I make tight circles and shake as it satisfies my desire.

Smack.

A stinging pain spreads across my tit as it ripples from the hit.

“Stop trying to use your own fucking hands to get off. That’s my fucking job. Do it again, and I won’t let you come. Now spread those legs. Let me see how wet choking on this cock makes you.”

I uncross and butterfly my legs open.

“Good girl.” He praises as he pulls out of my mouth. I frown, dissatisfied that I’m not swallowing his cum.

“Come here.”

I sit up and spin around on my ass. Sitting on the edge of the table, feet dangling off. He steps up and pushes my chest back so I’m laying with my back and then grabs my legs, spreading them wide to get a closer look at how fucking wet I am.

“I want this fat cock to fucking drown in this pussy.”

“Then give me your cock, now!” I practically yell, wanting him to use the same force he had on my mouth in my cunt.

“You’re not getting shit without asking nicely.”

“Please, fuck. Please, sir, give it to me.”

He stops to pull out a condom, and I stop him.

“No, I’m clean. I’m on the pill. Just take me. Please give me your cock.”

“You want me to take this tight cunt raw, huh?”

I nod frantically, and he grips my cheeks.

“Words.”

“I’m clean. Are you?”

“Just got tested last week. All clean here.”

As he finishes his last word, his dick plunges all the way into my tight entrance in one swift movement.

“FUCKKK!” I yell as my pussy stretches around his thick pulsing cock.

He groans and starts thrusting into me. His hands come up and over me to grab a tit in each as he pounds into me. I spread my legs even further and he continues pulling in and out of me at a rapid pace. One of his hands leaves my breast and pinches my clit. I suck in a sharp breath, and he releases, only to pull back and flick the tip of my clit. I jolt as my pussy clenches even tighter around him.

“God freaking dammit, Lee. You feel how tight that cunt is squeezing my cock right now? You feel so fucking good.”

“Shit yes! Don’t stop. Please keep going.”

“Tell me what you need,” He grunts.

“Harder. More.”

I want to feel this man mold himself into my fucking skin, but ever since I’ve been trying to squirt, I try to hold in my orgasms as long as I can. I feel a wave coming and my pussy throbs harder. He leans down, the red mask glowing in my face.

“There you go. I can feel every pulse of that pussy. Let it go for me.”

I throw my head back and whimper. “No, not yet.”

I clench my cunt and almost force it to swallow the wave that was coming.

“Shit, you were so close. Stay with me.”

He bends one of my legs back and rotates me so I’m on my side. Still thrusting into me, now with one leg bent around him. He takes his hand that was holding my waist and smacks my ass, now that it’s visible to him. He brings that hand up to my pussy and coats his fingers with my wetness. Then guides his dripping fingers up the back of my ass. I shut my eyes tight and let out a small sigh as he plunges two thick fingers into my ass, causing the pressure and fullness to take over me. He holds me in place as he adds another finger in my ass as his cock thrusts relentlessly into me. I love feeling every single blood-filled vein of his dick now that he is bare in me.

Shit. I don’t know if I will ever be able to fuck him with a condom again after this. I can hear his low groans as he tries to work a fourth finger into my ass and a small squeal comes out of me.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” I say way too quickly. Just then, I feel his fingers leave my back hole and a smooth, cold ball rolls over my ass. I gasp at the sudden sensation of the coolness. Wrapping his other arm around me, he takes a second cue ball and brings it to rub around my left nipple. The difference in temperatures of my overheating skin and the small, cool balls makes my whole body shake. He moves his hand with the ball on my ass closer to my back hole. Pausing his thrusts into my pussy.

“Shit, Shawn. Are you sure this is okay?”

“I’ve got you.”

He takes his index finger and pushes my asshole back open as he presses the ball to my back entrance. One finger still in me, I feel the pressure as he starts twisting the ball further into me. The pull, the stretch, it feels like my ass might rip open as I do my best to relax my ass.

I take a deep breath as the ball that was on my chest makes its way downward, resting on my clit as it rolls. The hardness of the ball helps me loosen up and my ass opens up more to take it fully inside of me.

“Fuck, B. It’s a lot.”

“I know, we’re almost in.”

I inhale, blowing out a deep breath as Shawn drops the ball on my clit and pulls out just a few inches, easing his cock in me. The pressure in my ass and cunt overwhelming me.

“There you go, good girl.”

A small yelp escapes me.

“Ahhhh. Yesss, B!”

His thrusts pick back up as I feel his pointer finger wrapped around the entire ball in my ass start to wiggle.

“Come for me, baby.”

He picks up his speed, and I feel the hairs all over me stand up. My legs shaking as my whole body lights up like a fucking Christmas tree.

“SHAWNNN!” I yell as I hear him grunt and shout.

“FUCK!!”

We both ride out our waves, my legs and stomach still shaking and contracting in on itself. I open my eyes and laugh at the bright neon mask in front of me, smiling. His chuckle echoes from around the mask.

“That was hot as fucking shit, B.”

He leans over and lifts his mask up.

“Yeah, it was. I need you to turn over a bit more and count down from ten for me.”

I nod, knowing he is about to remove the ball still in my ass.

I begin counting. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…”

I feel a strong tug and instinctively clinch my cheeks.

“Lee, ease up, push it out with me.”

“Okay, okay.” I agree before continuing counting.

“Five, four, three, two, one.”

I feel the pull and push with it as I blow a deep breath out. I feel my ass open, and his finger pops out with it. Gasping, I clench my cheeks and open my eyes. Shawn is smiling at me, holding the green #6 cue ball in his hands.

I bring my hands up to both his cheeks and his lips to mine. Sweeping my tongue across his bottom lip, he immediately opens up for our tongues to dance. His dick twitches still inside me, getting hard again. Sheesh, the stamina on this man. I lean back just an inch from his mouth.

“You’re going to have to pull out of me unless you’re getting ready for round two.”

A smile forms on his lips as he gently pulls out of me, leaving me feeling completely empty. He picks up my purse off the floor and sticks the green ball inside before turning to look back at me.

“Hmm, let’s get you cleaned up at my place, and maybe I’ll take you up on that.”