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She bent towards it, I watched her through a glass of lethargy. “…If you’re saying my pussy is yours--” she glanced up at me, a smirk playing her lips--“shouldn’t this be mine, alone?”
Before I told her she was fucking crazy, she moved forward, wrapping her hand around my limp dick and licked along its length. I groaned, “Fuck!”
“Oh!” she said with the surprise of a little girl. “You’re quick.” She watched as I hardened in her hand. “Very quick.” The pleasure in her voice nearly undid me.
She leaned forward, wrapping her mouth fully around my dick. It disappeared in her mouth as she sucked me deep. The sloppy sounds had my fist burying in her hair as her head bobbed up and down without pause. Her tongue, twirling and licking in a motion as she fucked my dick with her mouth.
I’d had my fair share of dick sucking, and here this woman, this pig who was supposed to be too afraid to look at me stared in my eyes as her cheeks hollowed out as she reached the tip, pulling away with a pop before she swallowed once more.
It wasn’t long before I was thrusting into her mouth like a crazy man, and soon, she had me cumming while seeing stars.
Toya
He was in my grip, his body trembling and shaking like a bitch in heat. I could be more eloquent, but in my eyes, there was nothing more beautiful than seeing my high school tormentor’s head back, eyes closed. His mouth opening and closing as he thought over which deity he should cry out for.
I eagerly swallowed every drop of his cum, reveling in the power of being the one in control. The taste of him and I, on my tongue, hadn’t been unpleasant. Moving back, I looked down at my torn gown.
“Now, shouldn’t you replace this?”
I asked as I turned my eyes back to the man who was recovering. He narrowed his eyes at me. “Maybe.”
I frowned, looking at him with displeasure.
“Don’t worry, Piggy, I got you covered.” He smirked, motioning with his head to a corner. His green eyes wicked. “I planned ahead.”
Standing, I gave him an annoyed look. “You planned this?”
“Sure, I don’t like being fucked with.” His tone turned hard here, as his eyes narrowed on me before he let them trail my body. “No pussy is going to control me.”
Hearing this, I lifted my chin. “And no dick will control me.” With that, I gave him my back and ignored the singe of his eyes on it.
Connor could continue believing he had winning cards in this play, but I knew he would eventually lose. It was just a matter of when, and how.
The smile turned twisted as I reached the two zipped up bags. The one with the gown held a replica of the one he’d destroyed. A single brow rose, maybe I should start paying attention to my surroundings.
He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders--his voice soft and menacing. “Don’t make me have to teach you again, Piggy.” He gripped my chin, forcing me to investigate his dark gaze. “I really don’t want to use any toys on you.”
Toys? Something stirred inside, but instead, I demurely lowered my eyes and said, “Yes, Connor.”
“Good girl.”
He reached down grabbing his bag and moved away.
When we returned to the rehearsal party below, a simple story of getting caught up in conversation about our childhood was bought up. Well, everyone bought it except Laine who leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Maybe get a higher collar next time.”
I also noticed Hunter sending his son a meaningful look that Connor pretended not to see or blatantly ignored. Either way, I was interested in what his papa thought of his behavior.
The corner of my lips lifted in silent amusement.
A few days later, I wasn’t amused.
Someone had come to my glen and been rustling around.
The glen was a patch of land that was owned by my mother’s father. It was filled with trees and tightly packed rolling hills. We weren’t allowed to sell, and my mother had no wish to do so, and while my mother rarely left the city to check on it, I always did every weekend.
It held my dark secret, about three-hundred stones were lined up, twenty stones in each row. Each stone holding a single letter. The thick mist of the morning didn’t hide that someone had rearranged the three-hundred stones into a different order. Something I did occasionally, they’d been in the order to appear like a swirling storm.
Instead, they were now making a box, and the center three stones remained.
