Page 11 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

God, what’s going to happen today? I almost wish that he’d tell me, but then I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it. Ignorance may be bliss in this respect.

I lose track of time as I hold Rooke’s hand while we wait. Spider chained him next to me today, and I also take this as the kind gesture that it is. It also scares the shit out of me in equal measure, because today is going to be really bad.

“Let’s go!” two men say, opening the door to our cage. Quickly letting go of each other’s hands, we spring apart. There are rules against fraternizing outside of the parameters they’ve set for us. Meaning they want to get paid when we fuck.

They unchain me first, and I’m yanked onto my feet. I force myself to not look back, because I hate how rough they are. I don’t trust myself to keep control of my face. I have to be emotionless. I’ll let myself experience it all when I’m safe.

This is the first time that I haven’t been drugged, and I’m kind of missing it. Does this mean I have a problem? The girls in charge of dressing me shove me into the shower and scrub, shave, and clean my hair. There’s a detachable shower head, and I swear I had water shoved into places that shocked even me. These women are very thorough.

Next, my hair is dried, curled, and sprayed. I’m confused as to why they’re putting so much effort into my appearance, because they never have before. A corset that boosts my breasts while still leaving them bared is laced and tightened until I can barely breathe. They don’t bother with panties, but shove my feet into thigh-high, high-heeled boots. I feel like Fuck-Me Barbie right now.

Thank God I can walk well in stilettos.

“Go now,” one of the women says, looking at me critically. There’s a look of sadness in her eyes, and I wonder if she knows what is going to happen to me. By the looks of it, it appears to be another performance, but they spent way too much time preparing me for this not to be something different.

Standing, I see Spider leaning against the wall watching me. The familiar face makes me walk immediately toward him, even though I know that he’ll do whatever they tell him to. He holds out a pill without saying a word, and I bite my lip as my eyes move from his face to the pill worriedly.

“You have to take it,” he says calmly and softly, as if it's just us having a normal conversation.

My heart is thundering as I think more and more about it. “Why?” I ask softly.

“It’ll be easier, and now we’re out of time,” Spider says. Plugging my nose as he shoves my head back, every movement is calm, yet so incredibly calculated. Shoving the pill in my mouth, he holds my mouth shut. “Swallow.”

Unable to breathe, I swallow, shuddering. As soon as I do, he releases me, pulling me to stumble after him. Spider worked so quickly I didn’t even have a chance to cry.

“That wasn’t so hard,” he mutters. “Tonight is going to be different. You’re going to perform in front of a live audience, and the pill is going to make you crave touch. Do you understand, Patience?”

“Yes,” I respond. I feel warm. It’s not uncomfortable yet, but I’m highly aware of where Spider is touching me. I want him to touch me more. “Wow… What was that pill, anyway?”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “At least it’s working. We’re almost there, and then you’ll get what you want, okay? I can not and will not fuck you, so just wait.”

Nodding, I shiver as my clit starts to throb. The effects are like three different sex enhancement drugs at once. Do they make their own drugs here, too? They give us all enough that I feel like it would be a solid investment.

My mind is wandering, but my footsteps are a lot more sure. My hips sway seductively as I walk, and I feel like a sex goddess. One that needs a dick inside of me right now.

“How much do you need a cock inside of you?” Spider asks. He doesn’t usually speak to me like this, and if I wasn’t high right now, I’d question it. We’re at a set of stairs, but I can’t see where it leads. “Patience.”

Oh… he asked me a question. “Dick,” I mutter. “Right now sounds really good.”

“Good girl.” He sighs. “Walk up those steps and you’ll find Rooke, okay?”

“Yes,” I murmur, already walking up the stairs. I vaguely hear Spider muttering to himself about forgiveness and God, but I don’t have the time to worry about that. Rooke is waiting for me.

At the top of the stairs I see Rooke in a glass cage, and a man walks me inside. My eyes are just on Rooke for right now. I’m certain he took something as well, because he’s naked outside of leather straps that criss-cross his chest.

Running toward him, I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as I kiss him hard. “Mine,” I mutter as I grind over his thick cock.

“How much do you want my cock, baby girl?” he growls into my ear as he wraps his hand in my hair and yanks my head back as he kisses and sucks down my neck.

At this angle I can see that the glass cage is on a stage of sorts and there’s people down below. The sight should scare me as I watch them leer at me, but I can’t think of anything else when Rooke sucks on my wildly pounding pulse in my neck.

“Please, please,” I beg, searching for friction.

“Patience,” he says, chuckling darkly at the pun. There’s a spanking bench in front of a glass window that faces the crowd, and he lays me down. “I need to taste your pretty pussy.”

Whimpering just fuels his lust, and he shoves me up the bench so that my head dangles off it. Pushing my thighs up to my chest, he takes a leisurely lick up my core.

“So fucking sweet,” he growls before he’s devouring my pussy. Moaning, all I can do is dig my fingers into the leather of the bench as he eats me out. “Hold your legs up for me like a good little whore, baby girl.”

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