Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two

Andy

My skin was on fire, muscles twitchy, mouth dry, but I was floating. High as a fucking kite soaring the skies. And there she was, Faye, the crazy hedonistic little temptress who’d taken me there. I was done fighting. She could have me, all of me, however she wanted. She lowered the shackles until I dropped to my knees, and then guided me forwards onto all fours. She knelt between my thighs and I heard the squelch of lube. Her tongue came first, hot and squirmy, burrowing its way inside without hesitation, twirling around, lapping me up, and the sensation sent me higher. I held my breath as she opened me up with her fingers, two, then three, and she was firm, pressing in deep and circling her knuckles until I was making such disgusting fucking noises. But I didn’t care about that, either. It felt good.

I groaned as she used two hands, two fingers of each, and she stretched me, pulling me wide. I heard her gasp, and she was getting off on it. I glanced back over my shoulder to find her sitting on her heel, grinding that sweet little pussy as she opened me up.

“I can see inside you,” she moaned, and I think she was practically as gone as I was. “Oh fuck, Andy, I can see inside your gorgeous fucking ass.” She pushed in deep. “I want more,” she whispered. “I need more.”

“Take it,” I said. “Take whatever you want.”

She pressed her hand against my back and I flinched. “Lie down,” she said. “Relax.”

I did as she said, and it felt good against the mat, no effort needed to move, no effort needed for anything. My breath was steady, my heart pounding, but it was nice. Really nice.

I followed her with my eyes, watching her as she fastened on that strap-on. She held it in her grip like a real cock.

“Look at me,” she said, but she needn’t have, I wasn’t looking anywhere else. “I’m going to put this inside you, you’re going to take it, all the way.” She smiled, and it was a smile on the edge. She rubbed that big fake dick and her eyes were glazed with her perverted desires. “Tell me you want it.”

My voice was raspy. “I want you.”

“Good,” she breathed. “That’s good enough.” She knelt at my face, and her hands were so gentle, so kind. “Kiss it,” she whispered, and her fingers were guiding me, raising my head enough to kiss that shiny black dick. She stroked my hair and it felt lovely, soothing. “Open your mouth,” she said, and I did it. It tasted of plastic and sweat, and vomit, too as my mouth stretched wide and she pushed it to the back of my throat. This time she wasn’t rough, she was so calm, stroking my face and murmuring how wet this was making her, how horny it was making her, how she was already on the verge of coming. She pulled it out with a wet plop, and her lips were on mine. “Thank you,” she said. “This is the greatest gift I’ve ever had.”

“Take it, then,” I said. “Fuck me.”

Her mouth actually dropped open, and she closed her eyes. “Please say that again…”

“Fuck me.” My voice hardly sounded like mine. “Fuck me.”

“Yes…” she hissed. “Oh God, yes…”

She moved behind me and spread my thighs, pushing one leg out at an angle before placing herself between them. Her palms massaged my sore back, and it made me groan, but it was a nice burn, a nice pain. My cock was hard under me, hard for her. A cold dribble, and lube was all over my ass. It squelched as she rubbed it over her dick, inside my ass crack, and squelched louder as she pushed two fingers in and rubbed it inside me.

“Stay relaxed,” she said, “nice and relaxed.”

And there were her fingers again, but more this time, four maybe, I don’t know. I felt so full, and it was a burn, an ache… a hot, low growly ache. I groaned, but it wasn’t with pain.

“That’s it,” she said softly. “You’re so ready for this, your asshole is wide open for me. Oh God, Andy… it’s beautiful…” She let out a little whimper, and I knew she was touching herself.

I took a breath. “Now,” I said. “I’m ready. Fuck me, Faye.”

***

Faye

I had to still my fingers, pull myself back from the edge or I’d have come right there, staring at Andy’s gorgeous gaping asshole, and I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to ride this on the edge, on a high.

He was so wet, swimming in lube, so much that his loose hole would splutter and dribble whenever I fingered him. I positioned the strap-on, tingling as I realised it would still be a stretch. I braced my hands on his hips, using my bodyweight to nudge my way inside. He grunted as his hole stretched tight around the head, and it lengthened into a pained moan as I kept on pushing. The head sucked in with a squelch, but he was tighter inside. His ass fought me. Fought the depth.

I moved my hips in lazy circles, fucked him slowly.

“Yes,” I said. “Take it. Relax onto it.”

His asshole opened the way a delicate flower spreads its petals, giving just a little more with every nudge, and fuck how his insides gurgled and spat for me. I shifted, spreading my weight more evenly, my tits pressed against his sore back as I slowly worked my hips, slowly worked that cock in deep. I could feel him tensing, and he’d grunt and groan, every muscle wired until he gave up more ground. It became easier, wetter, my hips moving ever more freely as he let me in.

“Halfway,” I breathed. “Oh fuck, Andy, I’m over halfway in.”

“It burns,” he rasped. “It hurts, Faye. It fucking hurts.”

“It’ll feel better soon,” I soothed, kissing his shoulder. “I promise it will feel better.”

One concerted thrust and he cried out, but I was almost there. I wriggled my hips, burrowing a path, and his muscles relented, I sank to the hilt and he caught his breath.

“I’m inside you,” I said. “All the fucking way. Can you feel that? Can you feel how deep I am?” I circled my hips and he groaned and my clit throbbed against the strapping.

“I’m too full,” he grunted. “I can’t… It feels… I need to… go…”

“You don’t.” I smiled against his skin. “Trust me. I’ve been there. I know how this feels.”

“Your turn next, then,” he growled, and I knew in that moment he’d be absolutely fine. He could take this.

I fucked him slowly, long deep strokes, and I felt it changing for him, pain morphing into something else entirely. Hell, I knew, I’d fucking been there. And the thought of Andy Morgan submitting to it sent raptures through me, through my pussy, through my tits. I squeezed at my aching nipples as I ground into him.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fucking hell, that feels weird.”

“It feels good, I know,” I said. “I promised it would.”

His breath came in gasps as I picked up pace, and his ass was slippery and willing. He bloomed and opened, squirming under me, and I knew then he was mine. He wanted it. I grinned like a lunatic, lifting myself for greater leverage as I grabbed onto his hips and fucked him good. I fucked him until he was grunting again, but it wasn’t in pain. His thighs were tense, and ever so subtly he began to raise himself, grinding against the mat and up to meet my big plastic dick.

“That’s right,” I hissed, teasing the stripes on his back. “Fuck me right back, work that beautiful hole right back at me.”

And he did. He fucking did.

“I’m fucking close,” he said. “Fuck, Faye, I’m going to shoot my fucking load all over that fucking mat if you’re not bastard careful.”

My Andy was back, the haze of endorphins clearing, replaced with something much more… primal. I liked it. It was fucking perfect.

“I want to see your face.” I was breathless, so breathless. “Fuck, Andy, I want to see you. I need to see you.”

I pulled that cock out with a slurp, and he moaned at the emptiness.

“Jesus, Faye, my ass feels fucking broken. What the fuck have you done to me?”

“It will be alright.” I grinned to myself. “I have first-hand experience.” I slapped his hip. “Roll over,” I said. “Knees to your chest.”

He didn’t object, and he hadn’t been lying. His cock was dark and glistening wet, just about ready to blow. I looked from his burning eyes to his gaping asshole. Teasing it open with my fingers just to appreciate the view. It was red and raw, filthy and divine. That dirty pink tunnel was raw and gaping fucking wide, just like I’d fucking dreamed of. Oh fuck, how I’d dreamed of this.

“Beautiful.” I smiled, and then I took him all over again. He cried out as I pushed my way in from the new angle, but his ass took it all, I sank that cock all the way in, and it was hot as fucking hell, hot as I’d ever fucking seen, and with every thrust my pussy clenched and my clit spasmed greedily. It was pure fucking heaven.

He shifted up onto his elbows, just enough to raise his head, and I was straight at his mouth, my tongue slipping between his lips and tangling with his. He kissed me right back, and his eyes were open, mine were open, wanting everything, wanting to see every little thing.

His cock was against my belly, pulsing and twitching.

“Don’t come,” I murmured. “Please not yet.”

“I’ll try.”

“Try hard.” I smiled. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”

He tipped his head back, and I admired the view, admired everything. His ass was squelching and seeping, taking everything I was giving, and it was divine bliss. Dirty divine bliss.

“If you’re planning on doing something you’d better do it quick,” he growled. “I can’t hold off much longer.”

I eased that strap-on out slowly, and that gorgeous hole winked and spluttered at the loss.

I was all in, and I wanted him to know it. I needed him to know it. No limits, no boundaries, just all fucking in.

He hissed out his breath as I lowered my face to snog his empty asshole, reaching out to grab at my hair. “Are you crazy?” he growled. “That’s fucking filthy, Faye.”

“I like it,” I groaned. “I like you.”

“You’re beyond…” he mumbled. “Just fucking beyond…”

He couldn’t deny he liked it, his whole body jolted as I fucked him with my tongue, and it was nasty, and wet, and slippery and fucking delicious.

“Dirty. Fucking. Bitch,” he growled.

I wiped my lips on my hand as I came up, and he pulled a face. He was hard as fucking iron, though, his balls tight and hot and ready to fucking go.

I took off the strap-on, threw it aside, and my fingers were straight at my clit. I wasn’t far off.

I straddled him and took his cock in one, and then I rode him, hard, and he was right back at me, bucking and thrusting and snarling until I squealed. I came so hard that I stopped breathing, every muscle quivering as I braced myself on his shoulders. My head lolled back, and heat exploded behind my eyes. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard and filled me up, growling fucking nonsense as he joined me in the abyss, and neither of us moved for a long time, rigid and spent and on another fucking planet until we came down again.

I collapsed onto his chest, and he gritted his teeth at the pain as he folded me in his arms. I listened to his heart, and it was booming. His breath deep and fast.

And then I giggled.

And he laughed.

And the whole thing seemed hilarious, euphoric, ridiculous.

“You are officially fucking crazy.” He smiled. “I’m telling you now, Faye Devere, whatever just happened was fucking insane.”

“Good insane,” I grinned. “We like good insane around here.”

He raised his eyebrows. “There’s no way I’m kissing you, not after that. Not until you’ve washed your dirty fucking mouth out with bleach and a hundred fucking Hail Marys.”

“Oh yes you are,” I laughed and planted my lips right on his.

It turns out he was lying.

***

Faye

I loved the man. I loved the man. I loved the man.

And he loved me.

Let’s face it, nobody takes a dirty kiss like that unless it’s the real deal.

And he’d taken everything from me. Everything.

I watched him dress with a smile on my face. It was a slow process, with a lot of expletives, but he managed to pull off sexy businessman just fine with a sore ass and a back full of sex bruises. It was good to know.

“I need to clean up,” he said. “I’m going to get blood on my shirt otherwise. I don’t want to look like I’ve been in some crazy street fight.”

“I’ll meet you in the office.” I smiled. “I’ll clean up here, don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t going to worry,” he smirked. “That’s definitely your fucking mess, Faye. Just make sure nobody comes in here until you’re done.”

I looked at the mat. “This may take a while.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He grinned and pressed his mouth to my forehead. “I’ll see you in the office, yes?”

I smiled. “I might have a dance on the way back.”

“Fine. I’ll be waiting.”

He unlocked the door and stepped outside and nobody would have been any the wiser of his little escapade. It made me smile.

I looped the telephone cable into a ball, and gathered up the lube and the strap-on and dumped them back in the box, starting in horror as some poor unsuspecting deviant tried the door. It was still open.

“Room’s busy, sorry!” I called. “I’ll have it ready just as soon as I can.”

I closed the box, shielding the toys from view, and just as well I did, as the person had taken no fucking notice whatsoever.

I pasted on a smile as I turned to face them. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I will be as quick as…”

My heart stopped. It stopped dead.

The mask was intricate, professional, authentic… and terrifying.

Terrifying because of the man underneath it, not because of its smiling moon face.

“Good evening, pretty bird,” the man said. “It appears someone’s been a very, very naughty girl.” He turned the key in the lock and dropped it into his pocket. “And we all know what happens to naughty girls now, don’t we, Magpie?”

***

“You can’t be here,” I said. “He’ll kill you.” My voice sounded more confident than I was, but still I was backing away, short little steps until I pressed up against the flogging bench.

He took off the mask, dropped it to the floor. “Tut tut, Magpie, you really think I’m afraid of Andy Morgan? He’s hardly intimidating, pretty bird. He’s very much the reserved type, I feel, all work and no play.”

I was shaking, but I couldn’t show it. I mustn’t show it. “You really don’t know him, Vincent. I think you should go.”

“You’re quite right, Magpie, I don’t know him.” His smile was nasty. Horrible. “But neither do you.”

“Of course I know him,” I spat. “I know him better than you could possibly know.”

Vincent looked so big in here, so broad. He filled the space, made it hard to breathe. He looked about the room, and I looked to the door. It was heavy, there was no way I’d get through it without the key. “How are you enjoying your little dash back to England, Faye? Is it everything you hoped for?”

“More than I hoped for.” I smiled. “I belong here, Vincent. I always belonged here. This is my club, my place, my life. All of it, right here.”

“Your club?” he said, and his eyebrows were raised.

“Yes, Vincent. My club, and I’d like you to leave it now.”

“That’s a funny thing, pretty bird, because I checked out your club, your beautiful Club Explicit.”

“Good for you, you checked it out. Now leave!”

He dug in his pocket, and for a second I thought he was relenting, going for the key, but he pulled out a piece of paper instead. He held it out. “Andrew William Morgan,” he smirked. “Sole Director. The records make it very clear whose club it is, Magpie, and it’s not yours. You’re not even listed, you haven’t been a director for almost three years.”

I laughed. “Whatever you say, Vincent. I’m sick of being manipulated by you, those days are done.”

“Read it for yourself, sweet one. It’s right there, in black and white.” He tossed me the paper and I couldn’t help but catch it. The official logo was clear, and my hands shook as I unfolded it. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of such terrible news.”

He was right. He was horribly awfully fucking right. My blood chilled, but I kept up my bravado. “I knew about this,” I said. “A paperwork error.”

His eyes met mine. “When did you learn to lie to me, pretty bird? That isn’t how we work.”

“I knew,” I said, but my eyes were welling. “It’s my club, Vincent, just fucking leave.”

“It isn’t,” he snarled, and he was at me, on me, pressing me back over the bench with his face in mine.

“Get off me,” I hissed, but my legs were shaking, buckling. His presence was so familiar, too familiar. “I mean it, Vincent, leave me alone.”

“I’ve missed you.” His mouth was hot on my neck. “I’ve missed you so much, pretty bird. You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted me to run after you. Don’t worry, beautiful bird, I’m taking you home, and you’ll never leave my side again. I’ll make sure of it. We’ll keep you caged, where you belong.”

“No.”

“Oh yes, Magpie. Yes.” His fingers on my thigh, sliding up. I tried to push him away but he was solid. I squeaked as they reached their target, he forced them between my thighs, rubbing at my clit.

“No!” I cried. “No! Vincent, I don’t want you. Not anymore.”

“Then why is your cunt so wet for me?” he snarled. “Oh, pretty bird, you are so beautifully fucking wet for me.”

I met his eyes, and I wish I could have burned him. “I’m not wet for you.”

It angered him, and he hurt me, forcing his fingers inside. “Dirty, nasty little shit,” he seethed. “You fucking betrayed me. You took his fucking cock, didn’t you?”

“I love his fucking cock.” I was vicious, incensed, even though I couldn’t fucking move from him. He punished me for it, slamming his fingers in to the knuckles.

And then he noticed. His mouth turned down, eyes wild. “Your rings. Where are your rings?”

“In the fucking sewers where they belong.”

His hand was at my throat, pinching me. “You are punishing me, Magpie, I know. I need to explain myself, I know I do.”

“There’s nothing to explain.” I screwed my eyes tight against the pain between my legs, such familiar pain. “You sold me. You used me. You let them fuck me, not for love, Vincent, not for pride, not for fucking becoming. You let them fuck me for money.”

“You do not understand, Magpie, not yet, but you will. It was my greatest sacrifice, to put a value on my most treasured possession.”

“You let them hurt me for money!”

“I let them set you free, pretty bird. You felt their love, I know you did. You wanted it. You wanted them.”

“I wanted you.” And I was crying. Hot wet tears of regret and shame and pain. “I did it for you.”

“And I did it for you,” he snapped. “You are so ungrateful, Magpie. Didn’t I give you enough? Enough love, enough sex, enough filthy fucking cock? I gave you so much, Magpie, why did you need to come here for more? Why? Fucking why!?” He shook my throat and squeezed my pussy hard.

“You didn’t give me love,” I cried. “You just gave me fucking pain.”

“I gave you liberation!” he yelled. “I gave you all the pleasure the human body can stand!” He gripped my breast, twisted hard.

“I don’t want this,” I hissed. “Whatever you do to me now, I don’t want it.”

“It was a terrible betrayal to take out your rings, pretty bird, but don’t worry. I’ll give you new ones. I’ll give you ten, twenty, I’ll pierce your dirty cunt so many times that there’s no way you could ever take them all out. I know how much you liked it. I’ll get Cynthia to help, and she’ll make it slow, sweet girl, so slow, so fucking painful. Just how you fucking like it you filthy little slut.”

His thumb was on my clit, his fingers twisting deep, and he knew me, he knew me enough that my body responded to him. “No,” I said. “Please stop.”

“You want it. You want the love, you want the pain. Your body wants me.”

“No.”

“It always wanted me, pretty bird. All those times you hurt until you cried, and all those times I made it better for you.”

“You didn’t make it better.”

“Oh, I did. Just like I will now.” His breath on my face, I turned my head away. “Open your legs,” he said, and I heard fingers at his belt. “Don’t fucking deny me, Magpie, or you know what I will do to you. You know what happens to sluts who displease their master.”

“You’re not my master.”

“And he’s not your partner.” Strong hands pulled my thighs apart, and I froze. Lost. “You don’t belong here. At least you know what you’re getting with me, Magpie. You know the beautiful truth of the love we share. That man is a liar.”

“You lie, Vincent.”

“Give yourself to me,” he said. “And I won’t punish you.”

It was a losing battle, and I knew it. My knees couldn’t get leverage to kick out, and my wrists were pinned as soon as I went for him. My brain unravelled, like a fine thread, and I was laughing.

“Kiss me,” I said. “Show me how much you love me before you fuck me.”

“Oh, pretty bird,” he growled. “That’s a good girl.”

My mouth went for his, and I hoped he tasted all of it, every filthy part of Andy Morgan.

***