Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Feenix Blaylock

I stuff my hands into my front jeans pockets as I glare at the roses on the table at the condominium, the one where we shoot at, which is practically my second home. Some asshole had the audacity to send roses to Charlie, and I have half a mind to throw them away, but I don’t because I shouldn’t have an ounce of possession in my veins.

But I do. And I just might chuck them out the window because of it.

She’s been texting me all day. I knew she was chatty, but by how talkative she was, I could tell she was nervous. She’s too good for this place, too good for this life that’s about to eat her alive, one bone at a time. No – one feather at a time – because that woman has wings. To work here, she’ll have to trade that halo for horns just to survive. I think on some level, she knows this, and it scares her. Hence the texts.

I didn’t have much time to look at the messages and respond the way any normal person would. The day was spent going through recorded video waiting for approval and watching Andre’s men prepare the warehouse for another auction. I need to keep my distance from Charlie anyway. The less she knows about this life, the more I can protect her from it, and the better off she’ll be.

The bell rings to the condo, and I know exactly who it is. I breathe deep as the front door opens and a soft, “Hello,” is called out.

I had told Charlie not to ever knock or ring the bell before she came in case someone was recording, but it seems she’d forgotten.

Heels clack against the floor when I don’t answer her, but when she rounds the corner into the kitchen, she spots me by the dining room table. I lift my gaze to her, taking in her appearance from toe-to-head.

She’s wearing bright red heels, another short black dress that barely covers her thighs, accentuates her wide hips, and pushes her tits up until they’re almost spilling out at the neckline. Resting on them is a necklace with a single red pendant that matches the shoes.

Her hair is gently curled like it was the other night, but she wears minimal makeup. I like that about her. She doesn’t hide who she is; the innocence is probably what called to the viewers on the website. Hell, it calls to me, especially the darker side of me who wants to watch that mascara run down her face as I choke her with my cock.

She sighs, and it’s enough to draw my attention to her eyes. “I forgot that I’m not supposed to knock.”

“You rang the bell,” I gruffly answer.

“Same difference. Anyway, sorry.”

I give a short nod and look back to the offending roses as if they’re truly the ones to blame for Charlie’s mistake .

She closes the distance between us, and in my peripheral vision, I see her expression light up. “Those are pretty.”

And I can’t believe I admit it, but I say, “They’re for you.”

I lift my gaze to hers and watch as shock takes over her face. “For me? Why?”

Clenching my jaw for a second, I answer, “An admirer.”

Her laugh is humorless, and when I don’t laugh with her, she asks, “Already?”

My shrug is small and indifferent, even though inside, a fiery inferno of jealousy blazes.

She blows out a breath and touches a rose. “That’s a nice little perk.”

I grunt in response and have the urge to take the rose from her hand and make the man who gave them to her eat it, thorns and all.

“You don’t seem happy about the flowers.”

No. I don’t seem happy that she thinks it’s a perk when I want to be the only one who gives them. Even though I’m not the kind of guy to give flowers. Maybe, once in my life, I was, but that part of me no longer remains.

I don’t answer her because anything I have to say is only going to give her the wrong idea, and I can’t afford that idea to form in her head.

She lets go of the rose when the silence stretches as she waits for an answer that never comes. “It’s so quiet. Where is everyone?”

“Usually, most come during the day to record.” It’s almost midnight, and everyone cleared out a couple of hours ago.

“But not me?”

“No. ”

“Why?” Her head tips to the side, and her hair spills over her shoulder. The movement wafts her natural clove scent to me, and I discreetly inhale.

“Because this is the time I want you here.” I pull my hands out of my pockets and cross my arms over my jacket.

A small smile plays at the edges of her lips. “That’s all?”

No. I don’t want anyone to see her, touch her, or claim her. She has so much interest from the website that all the other employees want a piece of her fame. They want to be involved in her next videos, and I . . . I can’t allow it. I haven’t had time to wrap my head around the fact that she’ll be fucking other men.

Instead of saying all that, I just raise my eyebrows at her, daring her to question me further. She may have a grip on me, but I can’t let her see it.

Thankfully, she listens to my expression. She breathes through her nose as she glances around. “So where do all your, um … employees stay? Not here, obviously.”

“We have a group home that a few stay at.” And a few other places for those who are forced into this, those who don’t sell at auctions. Lock and key, minimal basics when we let them out to record. When we record, some of the men and women obey the rules and play along with the hopes that we will still take care of their poverty-stricken families back home, but there are a few who fight it. It gets recorded anyway because that kind of thing has a market. A dark-web market, but a market nonetheless.

I’m not going to tell her any of that though. Not many know about that side of the business. Only a select few, and if I get any inkling that they’re about to break, their body belongs to Andre .

The way she nibbles on her bottom lip makes my cock twitch. “So, what am I here for then?”

“I thought you’d like to see the other rooms and answer any questions you have. In person.” I say the last little bit to let her know that I don’t like texting.

She cringes a little as she gets the hint. “Sorry about that.” With a glance at the ceiling, she asks, “Are all the rooms the ones upstairs?”

I tip my head toward the hall she entered in, indicating for her to head that way, and when she does, I follow her. “Yes,” I answer.

As she climbs the stairs, I get a good look at the round, plump ass that moves with every step she takes. My fingers twitch at my sides to touch it, just to see if it’s as soft as it looks in that tight dress.

She reaches the top and surveys the two rooms she didn’t enter the other day. The one to her right catches her attention, and she studies it for a moment. “Why is that handle red?”

I step up on the landing with her, our bodies so close that I can feel the warmth coming off of her, and god damn if it doesn’t do something for me. Strip her down. Slide my hands up that warm body. Cup those heavy breasts and taste a nipple.

She looks at me when I don’t answer, too lost in my head. I blink a few times to clear my mind and look at the door with her. “That’s the red room.”

Her brows furrow, and she rubs the back of her arm with her other hand. “I ah - Do I get a say in what room I’m involved in?”

She must know exactly what’s in there – whips and chains and ropes. She’s wearing her displeased thoughts on her face.

“To an extent. ”

She swallows thickly and turns to the other room, the one that was occupied the other night. “And that room?”

“The blue room.”

She cracks a grin. “And I’m assuming the room I was in the other night is the purple room?”

I nod even though she’s not looking at me.

Taking a few tentative steps forward, she places her hand on the blue room’s door knob. She pauses for a second, and I wait patiently where she left me because I want to take in every expression that crosses her face when she opens that door.

With a switch of her wrist, the door opens, and she flicks on the lights right inside the door. Her eyes widen, and her shoulders droop. I don’t know what she thought she’d see in there, but it had taken her by surprise.

She steps in, and I give her a moment to fully take in what that room offers before following her inside.

The room’s walls are painted a dark blue, a chandelier lighting up the space. There’s a four-poster bed, and along the corners of a white comforter are black cuffs waiting to be used. A camera is left pointed at the bed, but to its left is a swinging chair meant for the girl to sit and the guy to swing it, impaling herself on his cock.

Immediately to the right of the room’s entrance is a black, padded table. I’ve seen all kinds of things happen on that table, all sorts of different angles. It’s personally my favorite for watching, but I’ve never used it myself.

When she’s done taking it all in, she turns to me, and that innocent look in her eyes makes me weak in the knees. I want that look for me and me alone. Fuck all the money it’d make. It’s fucking mine.

“How does this work? Do you already know who I’ll be having sex with? ”

I can’t help but answer the way I do. My mind controls the moment when I say, “Me.”

She rapidly blinks. “But –”

“No one else is touching you,” I nearly growl.

“Why?”

I lie my ass off. “I don’t trust anyone to do it right.”

“Oh,” she breathes out. “Okay.”

A forceful exhale loosens out of me when she doesn’t argue any further. She may not know how this goes, but a producer never gets involved. Andre is going to give me somuch shit for this, especially since I won’t let him have her, but at this moment, I don’t care. I don’t even care that I’m going against my word to Noll. No one else is fucking touching her but me. She’s mine. Whether she wants it or not, she belongs to me and me only.

With a twist of her lips, she moves her attention to the table. “What’s this for?” She crosses the room and runs a hand over the padded top.

Again, my mind rules the entire situation, and before I can think it all the way through, I say, “Take off your clothes, mama. I’ll show you.”

Her head swivels to me, and she wets her bottom lip. “What are you going to do?”

I give a little shrug. “Give the people what they want.” Give me what I want is more like it because my cock is so hard in my jeans that it strains against the zipper . There’s no way she doesn’t notice.

She nods and starts to unzip her dress from the side. I don’t know why, but I expected some sort of resistance to my request, but there is none. I don’t know what to make of it. However, I don’t dwell on it long.

Instead of watching her like I want to, I head to the camera and bring it over to the table. As I’m setting it up, I peek at her taking off her thong and bra, and my mouth salivates while I finish up, and then she’s standing naked beside me.

“Now what?” she asks when I finally turn to her. I can’t help the sweep of my gaze down her body. Fuck, she’s hot as hell. Every inch I want to lick and every curve I want to grab onto.

“Get on the table and lay on your back.” My voice is husky and full of so much need, but I don’t give a shit. I’m going to take exactly what I want, and I know, on some level, that she’s going to enjoy the hell out of this.

With a hand held out for her, she takes it and climbs onto the table with grace. I let go of her hand so she can situate herself on her back, and when she looks at me with an expectant gaze afterward, I have half a mind to taste those plump lips. But I have other plans for those lips tonight.

I direct her to scoot down so that her head hangs off the edge, and then I flick on the camera. Once it’s on, I approach her face, unbutton my jeans, and tug down the zipper, giving some relief to my cock. Goosebumps rise over my skin, knowing that I’ll get more than just relief out of this.

I shove my jeans and boxer briefs down over my ass, and my cock springs free before her eyes. Her exposed throat bobs at the sight of it, and her eyes remain glued to it for a few seconds. I’ve been told that I have the perfect cock; not overly large but nowhere near small. I just hope she can take my length because I fully plan to shove it down that pretty little throat, go deeper than any man has gone with her before, and claim what’s mine.

“Oh my god, I’m really doing this,” she whispers.

A smirk tugs at my lips when I line the tip up with her lips. “Open up and take your perk, mama,” I say, knowing full well it’s a dig at whoever sent her those fucking roses. I’ll make sure they hear it when it goes live on the website.

She angles her head better to take me, and her lips part. Grabbing the bottom of her jaw with one hand and her throat with the other, I push inside. I moan as warmth spreads all along my cock, her tongue sliding along the shaft. My hand around her throat squeezes a little. I can feel it expand as it takes me, and I’m not even fully in.

The way she gags along me makes my legs twitch, but after a few moments, I pull out to let her breathe. As she gulps in air with half my cock still in her mouth, I move my hands from her neck and jaw and touch those damn tits I’ve been daydreaming about. They’re hot under my palm, and I squeeze them before circling the nipples. She shivers under my touch, and I push back into her mouth at the same time that I rub the pads of my thumbs over her tight nipples.

At her sides, her fingers curl into her palms, and I know then and there that she likes her nipples plucked, but eventually, those fingers of hers move to grab my hips. It’s not a demanding move; it’s a move to keep her in her spot on the table because, as I start to plow into her mouth, her body starts to scoot down over the smooth leather.

Her nails bite into my thighs, and it only fuels me. Saliva drips down to my balls, and her breathing becomes ragged, but it only fuels every desire I have. This mouth? These tits? They’re mine, just like that pretty pink pussy will be.

I let go of one of her nipples and tuck my hand underneath her head to angle it better so that I can go even deeper. I moan as her throat clamps around it, but she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t beg me to pull out. She doesn’t push me away .

I praise her in short quick breaths, and she must like it because little whimpers vibrate my length.

Already I can feel my balls tighten against her forehead. Her hair tickles my thighs, and it only heightens my arousal to what, exactly, I’m doing to her. What I’m taking from her.

The grip on her head tightens, tugging the roots of her hair, but again, she doesn’t protest. She takes exactly what I give her without complaint, and I groan because of it.

My spine tingles, and I know I’m close. I don’t bother telling her because I have plans to spill everything in me down her throat. My pumps become more ragged, more harsh, and I watch as her tit bounces against my palm. Fuck, they’re beautiful. She’s beautiful. Everything about her is every wet dream I’ve ever had.

With her body burning a hole in my soul, I cum. I cum so hard that I see damn stars. I spill every damn drop down her throat, and greedily, she swallows it all. And when I’m finished, I gently pull out to study the damage I’ve caused.

She looks up at me with big, messy eyes. What little makeup she had on runs around her eyes with the tears gathered there, and that pretty mouth is more plump from my roughness. All around her lips is a mess of wetness, both from her saliva and my cum, and damn it if it isn’t a sight to see.

I let go of her body, and with my pointer finger, I gather all the moisture from around her mouth and slide my finger in between her teeth. She does as my silent command asks and sucks my finger clean.

“Fuck, that’s hot, mama.”

And I know then and there, with her big eyes looking up at me and my finger in her mouth, that I’m fucked. And because of everything that comes with my dark life and my sinful job, I deserve every damn piece of the shit show I’m creating between her and myself.

A storm is coming, and I brewed the whole damn thing.