Tyrant kisses me, stealing my screams, which is good because I’m starting to come. His fingers are like magnets not just for my clit but also for my G-spot. My orgasm plays out on the monitors behind me as my heart rate soars, along with my blood pressure. Other machines are beeping like crazy. I know it’s only a matter of seconds before nurses come rushing in to check up on me.
Tyrant’s two aggressive fingers exit my body with the same force as they entered. He slides his fingers against my clit and then his hand is gone from my body. The timing couldn’t be more perfect because two nurses hurry into my room to check on me.
I throw out a quick lie that Tyrant made me laugh. I’m pretty sure anyone can look at my face and know I’m lying. I’m blushing, gently sweating, gripping the sheets tight. My toes are permanently curled. My inner thighs are trembling and my pussy is throbbing.
As if I need anything else right now, Tyrant steps back to let the nurses check up on me. He stares me dead in the eyes and brings his pointer and middle fingers up to his mouth and he sucks my cum off. He licks his lips, curls his lip, and I watch his chest puff out as he takes a deep breath.
My eyes move down and I see the bulge inside his jeans. He’s tasting my orgasm and it’s making him hard. And I’m watching it.
The heart monitor starts to go crazy again.
Chapter Thirty-Five
TYRANT
The Perg.
I stand in my robe, my mask on my face.
This time, I’m not the focal point. In fact, ourbroodhangs back a little, near a side wall.
On display tonight is a naked woman with her hands cuffed behind her back and a black bag over her head. Don’t worry, she can mostly breathe. There’s no risk of her dying from this little ceremony of exhibition.
My brother Luc rises up from his throne and steps down toward the woman. To her left stands Mac. He’s holding a chain that’s attached to a leather strap fastened securely around the woman’s neck. From behind I can see the curve of her lower back. Two little dimples. A very round and well defined ass.
“I guess Mac is anass man, huh?” Demo whispers in a growl next to me.
We’re far enough away from the ceremony that nobody will hear us talking.
“Everyone has their thing, Demo,” I say.
“Very nice ass on her. I’d like to see it clap for me. You know?”
“Shut the fuck up, Demo,” Peri’s voice to my left growls.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Demo asks.
“Show a little respect, guys,” Vic says on Demo’s right.
“Fucking asshole,” I hear Peri whisper.
I glance at him and I swear he’s sort of shaking. A little bit swaying too. My best guess is that he’s high or drunk. Or both. Coming to a ceremony all fucked up is a big error in judgement.
Back at the ceremony, Luc takes the bag off the woman’s head. She’s wearing a black silk blindfold and has the same wrapped around her mouth.
“Turn around so the rest can see your body,” Luc’s voice echoes.
Mac guides the woman into turning around. Now we all can see the front of her naked body. A nice full pair of tits with very small, button-like nipples. She barely has any areola surface around her nipples either.
I’m comparing her to Serafina.
Fuck that, Tyrant. Don’t do that.
She has her bellybutton pierced. Her hips are really wide and almosthooked.
“Sporting some landscaping there, huh?” Demo asks with a chuckle.
“Fuck, man, relax,” I growl.