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“Shove my whole fucking cock in your mouth and suck it like a good girl. If you bite it, I’ll tie you down and let Marco fuck your ass raw.”
He thrusts his hips up into my mouth in a steady rhythm, and I try to pull back, gagging as he hits the back of my throat repeatedly. He holds me in place, and I can feel him twitching inside me. He then pulls me off him by my hair and comes all over my face and boobs, marking me. I pull at my arms in his grasp, trying to free myself, but he holds me in place.
“Next time I fuck you, you’d better call out my name, or I’ll move forward with my threat.” A devilish smile spreads across his face. Even in the dark room, I can sense just how evil it is. “Better yet, don’t want you to get used to calling out my name with your new owner. Smarter to stick with Master. Let’s try it now.”
I look at him, blinking my gray eyes.He can’t be serious.
“Now!” he booms.
“Y-yes, Master.”
“Get that cum off you, and get back here. I’ve got a long night planned for you. You had a few people interested in you, and I need you to be ready.”
I keep my head down and enter the small bathroom in the room.He has a few people interested?I’m going to end up in India, or Mexico, or somewhere no one will find me. I sit on the floor and let the ever-growing panic attack consume me. I wish there was a lock on this door. It’s only a matter of time untilMastercomes and drags me out to play.
Chapter Sixteen
Grayson
It’s been a week, and I’ve had a tail on me.
Every. Fucking. Day.
Winston has become the “business” I’m here for, and I’ve been meeting with him and his team at various restaurants throughout the city, discussing the mission. The auction is in another week, and my stomach is in knots as I make sure we don’t mess this up.
If this doesn’t go as planned, I risk losing her for good.
“So, Chase, when are we going to check outTemptress?” Winston asks. He leans back in his chair, an air of cockiness in his demeanor. His broad shoulders take up a lot of room at the table, and it forces the other men a little closer together.
“I was thinking I could take you and the boys there tonight.”
I look around the table, and the rest of my team nods in approval. “Great, we can meet you there at seven and head in together. Why don’t you call and get us a table?”
I turn on my burner phone and call the saved number forTemptress.
“Temptress, where your fantasies come true. How can I help you?” A woman with a sultry voice answers.
“I want to book a table in the VIP section for seven tonight. Party of six.”
“Are there any special accommodations you’re requesting?”
“Yeah, make sure it’s unobstructed. If I’m shelling out the cash for it, I want to get my money’s worth.” Any time I call on this phone, I try to keep my farce up. Who knows who’s listening to these conversations? I don’t want to tamper with the phone to look for the bug. What businessman would think his personal cell was being tapped?
“Very good, sir. Your name, please, for the table?”
“Chase Biggs.”
“Let the doorman know who you are, and your table will be ready for you.”
I hang up, look at Winston, and nod to let him know we are good for the stakeout.
My phone rings moments later, and I look down at it. No one has ever called this phone, and I can only assume it’s the auction host.
“Biggs,” I answer, holding my finger to my lips to keep the guys quiet.
“Ah, Mr. Biggs. So glad to reach you. This is the owner ofEver After.”
Smart. Still no name for this fucker.“Hi. Has the auction changed?”