Page 55 of Violent Hearts

And then he stops, just as suddenly as he started.

"Let's have a drink," Jared says, beckoning the guy to sit on the sofa, but holding me back as I'm about follow. "Not you, Button. You stay."

I remain where I am, confused, while the men take their seats on the couch. The other guy is still staring, barely taking his eyes off of me for even a second. Jared notices it, too, and he comments with a proud smile.

"Open the bottle for us."

I look at him, my eyes darting between the champagne and Jared, puzzled. He usually opens the champagne; I've never done it before.

"Now, Button. We won't wait forever."

Jared points at the bottle impatiently. I follow his motion and pick up the bottle. Their eyes weigh on me, adding pressure to an already difficult situation, as I try to handle the cork on the bottle. I shriek in surprise when it shoots out unexpectedly, flying across the room and landing behind the sofa, the bubbly liquid foaming up and spilling all over the floor.

The men chuckle as I try to save it by hurrying to bring the bottle to the glasses, filling them a little too quickly and failing in my effort, the bubbly liquid spilling over the rims of the glasses. Damn it. Did he shake the bottle beforehand?

"Poor thing," the other guy, T, comments.

Jared throws him a look that's hard to read. "She tries."

I'm shaking when I hand them the glasses, but I feel even worse once I'm done serving them because I don't know what to do. I stand before them in my barely-there outfit, awkwardly crossing my arms in front of me while they clink glasses and enjoy their champagne.

"Do you want some, too, Button?" Jared asks.

I look at him, nodding. "Yes. Please, Sir."

"Earn it," he says. "Turn around and lean forward; show us that beautiful ass of yours."

Shame mixes with my arousal as I obey his command, trying to look my best while I balance on my heels, slightly leaning forward and cupping my ass with my hands, because I know it looks better that way. I hear groans of approval behind my back, and my heart skips a beat.

"Good girl. Now turn back to face us."

I straighten up and turn around to them, noticing that the other guy is stroking his crotch as he’s watching me. Jared is nonchalantly sitting a few inches away from him, holding his glass in one hand while the other rests on the back of the sofa. His face is frozen in a serious expression, his eyes narrowed, as if he's concentrating very hard.

"Show us your beautiful tits."

I look at him quizzically.

"Lose the bra, Button."

"Yes, Sir."

I open the clasp of my bra at my back and slowly expose my breasts to them. Jared's face doesn't move an inch, while the other guy meets my obedient motion with an approving gasp.

"Fuck," I hear him breathe, but Jared throws him a warning look. Apparently, there are rules for T to follow, as well.

"Very good girl," he praises. "Now, down on your knees and crawl over here."

I lower myself down on the hardwood floor, ignoring the rush of humiliating heat running through my body as I slowly approach the men crouched on all fours. I'm instinctively drawn to Jared, even though he never told me to come to him. Sitting on my heels in front of him, he greets me by cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples, pulling me closer to give me a taste of the sweet champagne that he kept for me in his mouth. Our lips lock for a kiss and I drink in the golden liquid as his hands explore my body, claiming me, feeling me up as if he was touching me for the first time.

I let out a surprised gasp when he grabs my ass and lifts me up on his lap. I can feel his hardened bulge between my legs when I straddle him. The other guy is watching us, touching himself and breathing heavily while he observes our passionate kiss.

Disappointment washes over me when Jared suddenly pushes me away and to the side, so that I’m between him and the other guy. He grabs a fistful of my hair and forces my head down to his crotch while my ass is sticking out toward the other guy.

"Show him what a good cock sucker you are, Button."

I don't think.

I obey.

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