Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382

After a while, the heavyset man raised his hand and flicked his fingers at me, a sharp gesture that told me exactly what he wanted. I knew what came next, and I did not resist. I went down onto my knees on the cushioned floor and began to crawl toward thein.

The first man I reached grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanked my head back, and shoved his cock into my mouth He was thick and salty, tasting of wine and sweat, and I gagged around him, my eyes watering as he held me there, his hips thrusting forward in short brutal strokes while the others watched and stroked themselves I took him as deep as I could, relaxing my throat, breathing through my nose, because I knew what was expected of me and I had been paid to deliver.

When he pulled out, slick with my spit, he pushed me toward the next man, and I crawled on my hands and knees across the cushions, my bare ass in the air, the thread between my cheeks riding against my skin.

The next man was younger, leaner, with a cruel smile, and he made me suck him slowly, made me look up at him while I / worked, his thumb pressing hard against my cheek. Then the next, and the next, until I had tasted all six of them my mouth full and raw, my chin slick with saliva and pre-cum, the men groaning above me like a pack of animals.

The heavyset man pulled me up by the hair and bent me over the edge of the stage, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood.

He grabbed my hips, positioned himself behind me, and shoved his cock into my pussy in one brutal motion.

I cried out, my body arching as he filled me completely, and he did not wait, did not slow down, fucking me hard and fast while the other men gathered around, stroking themselves, spitting on my back, calling me names I had heard a thousand times.

“Clean up,” he said. “I have a meeting in an hour. Wait for me outside the east building.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice, and he walked out with the men, leaving me alone in the dim room with the scattered bills and the smell of sex.

I gathered the rest of the money, then dashed into the rest room to wash up. Then I dressed, covering my jacket, and made my way to the east building, and I sat on a bench outside his meeting room, the low murmur of voices drifting through the door, and I let my thoughts go where they wanted.