Page 54 of Rut Bar

“No.” Anthony’s one-word command is so sharp it’s almost a bark. “That wasn’t part of the dare. Do it here so we can watch. How else will I know you’re being a good girl and wearing it? And don’t forget, baby. I’ll check later, and if you take that vibrator out before I make you come, you know there will be consequences.”

Veronica glares at him and her nostrils flare, but she reaches for the hem of her skirt and wiggles it up until we can all see her panties. Jamie leans back on his elbows to get a better view as she holds the vibrator egg in one hand and shoves her other hand down into her panties.

The sight of her hand rubbing and sliding over her pussy, her knuckles tenting the shiny black fabric, is so erotic that a drop of pre-cum soaks my boxers as I watch her make herself wet. Her hips buck against her rubbing and she sighs, then moves lower and works two fingers in until they squelch.

Once she’s deemed herself wet enough, she tugs her gusset aside and I see the pink petals of her wet sex. The purple silicone toy spreads her lips apart as she guides it in until it disappears from sight, swallowed up by her pussy. The juicy orange scent of her pheromones makes my knot ache to pop.

She snaps her panties back into place and wiggles her skirt down her thighs. “Happy?”

“Immensely,” Anthony says as he pulls a remote from his pocket and hits a button.

Veronica jumps in her seat and bites off a strangled moan as she grips the edges of her seat and squirms. “Oh, fuck. Shit. Goddamn it, Anthony.”

“Your new little friend stays in until I say so,” he says. “Unless you beg me for a cock instead. You don’t want to break the sacred covenant of truth or dare, do you? I didn’t take you for a quitter, baby.”

When she gives him a withering stare, he taps the remote again, and she bites her lip and jerks in her seat. “You… are… such an asshole… sometimes,” she pants between clenched teeth.

“Hmm. Maybe it’s not enough. You’re still grumpy. Let’s try a different vibration setting. I think the next one is a pulsing one.” He clicks the remote and her hips twitch as she sucks in a breath.

“I should have known better than to play this fucking game with you.”

Anthony chuckles and hits another button, and Veronica forgets how to speak. She melts in her chair, her head thrown back. She spreads her legs wide and grips the fabric of her skirt in one hand and twists. Her knuckles blanche.

“T-turn it down,” she begs. “It’s too much. I can’t take it.”

“Turn it down… what? Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were asking Daddy for a favor. Baby girls who make mouthy demands don’t get their way. That would reinforce their bad behavior.”

“Are you trying to train me like a dog?” she asks, her voice incredulous. Veronica bites her bottom lip and lets out a moan that’s more of a wail. “Turn it down, Daddy. Please. Please turn it down. It’s too much. I can’t take it.”

He presses the remote again, and the crease between her eyebrows smooths out. “There you go, baby. See? I can be generous. I’ll keep it to a dull roar if you’re good and if you’re very good, I’ll let you come before midnight. Now, it’s your turn. Pick someone.”

“Truth or dare, Daddy,” she says as she locks eyes with him and glares.

Anthony grins and palms the remote. “Dare.”

“I dare you to go fuck yourself,” she snaps.

“Sure.” Anthony stands and steps away from his chair. Once he’s in the center of our circle, he unbuckles his belt and undoes his jeans, sliding the zipper free. He reaches in and pulls out his cock and strokes it from root to tip, playing with his head until it hardens. The big silver ring looped through his slit surprises me, but I guess it shouldn’t. Half his body is covered in tattoos. Why wouldn’t his cock be pierced?

Anthony squeezes and strokes until a bead of clear fluid swells at the slit in his head. He walks over to Veronica and stands at her side while Jamie stares up at them both from the floor.

“What are you doing?” she asks him, her eyes flicking over to meet mine briefly. Her cheeks pinken with a delicate blush.

“I’m fucking myself,” Anthony says. “Like you dared me to. But if you’ve decided you want to be a good girl and suck my cock, I’d be willing to forgive the lapse in sacred truth or dare rules.”

“I told you this would end in blowjobs,” she says, trying hard not to smile.

Anthony grins and tugs harder, the slap of his skin growing louder. “You’re the one who told me to fuck myself. I’m exhibiting good… What’s the word I’m looking for, Brendan?” He looks over his shoulder at me while he tugs his cock harder, faster, and his piercing catches the light.

“Sportsmanlike behavior?”

“Right.” Anthony nods and returns his focus to her. “That’s me. A total team player. But if you don’t want to suck my cock in front of your IRS agent, that’s okay, baby. All you have to do is open those pretty red lips. I’ve got good aim. If you swallow, I’ll let you come before midnight. If you don’t… And remember, if I check and find that my toy isn’t nestled in that sweet little cunt, what am I going to do?” He presses buttons on the remote with one hand while his other one never pauses as he jerks off inches from her face.

Veronica flinches and squeezes her eyes shut. “It’s not going to happen. I can take whatever you throw my way.”

Oh, fucking hell.These are the craziest, horniest people I’ve ever met. But I can’t deny that I like it. My sensitive head rubs against my boxers and tight jeans.

I want to follow in the bartender’s footsteps and fish my cock out and jerk off. But I don’t. I sit there and suffer while I watch them flirt instead.

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