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Oh Jesus. No. I imagine the ghosts of every man’s filthy hand on the metal lever. Hands that have just touched their junk. Hands that might have scratched an itchy butthole. Hands that have been in numerous dirty places I can’t even conjure in my mind. And he wants me to put my mouth on it.
His other hand buries itself in my hair before he forces my face toward the rusted metal lever. He rubs my cheek against it before drawing back my head and placing my pinched lips right on the tip. Maybe it won’t be so bad. I can just use my teeth to?—
“Suck it.”
The color drains from my face, and I lose feeling in my limbs. It’s bad enough that he wants me to use my mouth to flush the fucking urinal, but now he wants me to fellate it as well? I glance at him, hoping he’s just testing me the way he did moments ago, but his eyes hold no humor. He’s serious.
Having no other choice, I spread my lips and take the lever into my mouth. I puff air in and out of my throat, refusing to breathe through my nose. If I have to smell whatever lives on this lever—coupled with the grimy feel of the handle—I’ll puke.
“Stop cheating,” he says. “Close those lips around it and show me what you can do.”
Fuck.
Like the dog I am, I obey. My lips form a seal around the metal rod, and I give the urinal the best blow job it’s ever had. I suck and lick until I’ve worn off at least one coat of rust, but it’s still not enough for him. He grips the back of my head and forces the whole thing into my mouth. He fucks my face with it, and I can no longer stop my stomach from clenching. As I gag, my back teeth scrape against the metal, sending a bolt of pain into my skull.
Having had enough fun, he cranes my neck so that my front teeth grip the metal, then he pulls my head down until the urinal flushes. He rips my head away and turns me toward him, his lips only inches from mine.
“I hope that pissy flusher tastes terrible, whore.”
“It does,” I pant, fighting back the gags wrenching my stomach in an iron fist.
I hate that it doesn’t make me vomit. It should. But one time I got paid two hundred dollars to tongue a public toilet seat as a client fucked me from behind. He even slammed my head beneath the thing and put me beneath the water. Yes, I agreed to it. Yes, I hated it. But money is a fierce motivator when you have nothing but your body to give away.
Now I’m performing for something more meaningful than money. I’m performing for my life.
Chapter Fourteen
Kane
Tobin left a note for me. In it, he said the girl is unbreakable, and that only made me want to break her more. When I say I want to break her, I mean in the most final kind of way, but that isn’t possible. Especially not now that I’ve promised her to The Nameless. So I’ve challenged myself to break her emotionally instead of physically. She’s fucking steadfast, I’ll give her that. She hasn’t shed a single tear during all of this.
And I want her to cry for me.
Unlike Tobin, I don’t want tears of shame. I want tears of devastation and destruction. I want tears from heartbreak and hopelessness. I want to lap the proof of her pain from her cheeks.
This girl, though...She’s proving to be a steel-skinned enigma. Every other woman I’ve taken would be a begging, blubbering mess by now, annoying the fuck out of me with their pleading. That’s half the reason I finally get rid of them. I get sick of the noise.
I will break her eventually. Women are fucking weak. They’re an inferior species. Emotionally driven. Physically limited. She might be a tougher nut to crack, but it doesn’t mean she’s uncrackable.
“You want to clean up?” I ask.
She nods. She probably sees this as a kindness on my part. It’s not. When people are scared, their sweat smells different. Worse. That smell triggers something in my brain and agitates what lies in the locked box. I know I smelled like that once, but I don’t know why. I only know that I don’t want to smell it right now.
Usually I get rid of the stink by dumping it a few feet below ground, but I’m stuck with this girl until I hand her off. I’m allowing her to clean herself for my sake.
“Get undressed,” I say.
She pulls her shirt over her head and hands it to me so I can feed the leash through the shirt’s collar. With that done, I attach the leash to the top of the stall wall. She doesn’t have much room to move without tightening the collar around her neck, which is perfect. Maybe she’ll slip and hang herself. A man can dream.
After removing her bra and skirt, she stands and shivers in front of me. I love it. I’m also a bit frustrated by it. She’s pretty. Nice curves. My eyes drop to her tits, pressed together by her arms as she tries to cover herself. I see why Jax and Tobin are so attracted to her, but the disconnect in my brain doesn’t allow that attraction to reach my groin. It’s like a theater of people crying at the end of a movie while I sit there and twiddle my fucking thumbs. I know why they’re upset, but I feel nothing.
She eyes me as I strip off my clothes and step up to the sink. Using a rag I tucked inside the bundle of clothes, I gather a bit of soap from the dispenser and begin washing my body. This isn’t the first time I’ve taken a whore’s bath, and years on the road have taught me how to be quick. Once I’ve used another wet rag to rinse the soap from my body, I don’t dress. I stay naked because her gaze keeps flicking toward my dick as she shifts her weight between her feet. She’s uncomfortable, which is just how I want her to feel.
I release the chain a bit so she can move toward the sink, but she has to strain and contort her body to alleviate the pressure on her neck. She cleans off the best she can, her breath coming out in strained gasps as the chain tightens around her throat with every motion. Again, she says nothing. Just takes it all in stride.
And it pisses me off.
I consider foregoing my meeting with The Nameless. Having my debt knocked down would be great, but breaking this girl would be even better. Even a stoic bitch like her would cry for me before I string her intestines around my truck like fucking Christmas lights. Or maybe I could grind the skin from her fucking face with a sander. That thought almost makes me hard.
