Page 76 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

A better offer, I’ve never heard. Without missing a beat, I flick out my tongue, taking the zipper into my mouth and biting down as I drag it over his pulsating cock. My mouth waters with anticipation. It’s a heady sensation, the power I hold over him. Making Luc Kincaid—bad boy extraordinaire—lose his cool is like a drug. One hit is all I need to get off … for now, anyway.

I unbutton his jeans and then delve inside with my hands, pulling him free from the confines of his jeans and underwear. His cock is so hard that it reaches up towards his belly button. I lick the head and hear his responding groan as my reward.

“More, Micki,” he commands. “You know what you’re supposed to do.”

He’s right. I do. I suck the head into my mouth and then slowly lower myself over it. I suck him deep, hollowing out my cheeks, and ignoring my own body’s response when I push past my gag reflex. I want more. I want all of him. I suck him until tears enter my eyes. They slip over my cheeks as I lick the underside, tracing the vein there with the tip of my tongue until he curses above me and his hips kick up, forcing the head back into my mouth and towards the back of my throat.

I choke once before popping off for a gasp of air. Luc’s hand closes over my head once more and he pushes me back down. “Don’t,” he growls. “Don’t you dare take your mouth away from my cock, Micki. You wanted to start this shit. You wanted the danger. Finish what you started. Suck my dick. Make me come. Only then will I give you what you want.”

He has no idea he’s already giving me exactly what I want. I close my eyes and sink my mouth back over him, loving the feeling of his hand against my hair, stroking it back. Even as his leg shifts back and forth from the gas to the brake as he curves around the winding road.

I give myself over to his cock, lavishing it with all of my attention. I suck it towards my throat and kiss the head, delving inside with my tongue to taste his seed. One hand strokes up and down his shaft as I move down south, gripping his balls and tugging them lightly until he groans and thrusts against my face.

Luc’s dick throbs in my mouth and I widen my jaw as he curses and his hand tightens in my hair. A rush of cum shoots up and coats my tongue as he shoves me harder against him, choking me on his dick until my eyes roll back in my head and my only reflex is to swallow with each new spurt of his orgasm. It fills me up, sliding towards the back of my throat and down into my belly. As his cock softens and he finishes, I lick away the last traces and gently pull away.

Minutes later, the car jerks to a stop and Luc doesn’t even bother looking my way as he rips the key out of the ignition and leaps out of the car. My door is yanked open and I’m snatched from inside. My bra is ripped off a second later and dropped onto the driveway pavement right before I’m bent over the side of the Porsche’s hood.

“Reach back,” Luc commands. “Spread your fucking ass open, Micki. Show me what’s mine.”

I blink, startled by the barely repressed desire and darkness in his voice, but with shaking hands, I do as I’m told. I reach back and pull my ass cheeks apart. Cool air filters down over my wet flesh. I shudder as a flash of an old memory enters my mind. I try to push it away, but it forces its way past my barriers unbidden as if it needs me to see the paradox of my position.

I wince and stiffen as this feeling reminds me of a similar one. There was a client that enjoyed hurting me—more than one of them, but a particular one who got off on fear, pain, and forcing me to participate in my own torture. I remember myself bent in much this same position—sometimes it was over iron bars, sometimes over the back of my own couch, or a countertop. It didn’t matter. Wherever he felt the need to torment me, he’d demand I strip and then he’d order me to hold my ass open for him. Tears would streak down my face as he lashed at me. At first, he started with easy things—as if he wanted to work his way up to actual pain. The first few times hadn’t been bad. Soft floggers had been used. But then he’d gotten hooked—no doubt a part of Thomas’ perfect marketing plan.

He didn’t just sell my body—he sold the feeling of command. The power over another human life. My life. I squeeze my eyes shut even as my nails dig into my own flesh, trying to yank the memory away and return to the present. It’s hard. My body flinches at the phantom feeling of a riding crop slapping across my open ass cheeks, arching up onto my pussy and making me scream. A belt. A cane.

I jerk and cry out as Luc brushes against my pussy with his fingers. “Shhhh, it’s okay, Micki.” I latch onto his voice, reminding myself that I’m not there. I’m here. With him.

It helps. The memory fades.

“Keep talking,” I pant. I’m not ashamed to beg. I need him. His voice. His touch. I don’t want to be around him and not have this. I want the sex. I enjoy it. I don’t want my past to taint it. “Please, Luc. I need to hear you.”

Almost immediately his voice gentles. “Okay, pretty girl. It’s okay. I can talk to you if you need. I’m right here. It’s only me. You and me.” His hands move over my ass as I keep myself spread open for him. There’s something in me that won’t let me release myself. I hold my position because letting go means something worse. It means giving into the memory and losing this moment with him. I won’t lose it. Not now. I want it. It’s mine.

“Did someone hurt you like this?” he asks quietly.

His shoes scratch across the pavement and then go silent. Suddenly, I feel a heated breath on my flesh. “I-I don’t want to talk about it,” I say as I realize where he is.

“Okay,” he replies. “We don’t have to talk about it. I just want to understand what scared you. Was it me?”

I tremble as the words filter over my soaking flesh. Even with the fear and the memory, I’m still turned on. Shame crowds my mind and a split second later, I shove it out. No. There’s no shame here. It’s okay to be turned on by this. There’s nothing wrong with being wet. It’s for Luc. He’s not going to hurt me—not if I don’t want him to.

“No,” I say, forcing my own breaths to come and go slower. My heart rate lowers. I relax against the warm hood of the Porsche. “I…”How can I explain all of my own fucked up insides to him? Do I even want to crack open that book?No. Not right now. Maybe not ever. “Ireallydon’t want to talk about it, Luc. Please, just…” I wiggle my ass in his face. “Do whatever you want to me. Make me feel good.”

“Oh, I will, baby. I’ll make you forget everything.” And just like that, he fucking does.

Luc’s mouth descends and he sucks my clit between his lips, scraping his teeth over the over sensitized bundle of flesh until my legs shake. I cry out as his nose presses against my ass and he circles my pussy, stealing juices from my entrance only to drag it up and lick my asshole. I jump and gasp as rarely used nerves get their own burst of pleasure.

My nipples rub insistently against the heated metal of the car. I want to pinch them, but I also don’t want to let go of my ass as Luc shows me exactly what he means to do to me. It’s deviant. It’s vile. It feels so fucking good, I hope it kills me.

He doesn’t stop even when I start sobbing and my legs go from slight trembles to uncontrollable shaking. When I lose my balance and release my ass to slap the front of the hood, he doesn’t scold me. Instead, he reaches up and peels me open himself, devouring my pussy as if he’s a starving man until I’m screaming with tears pouring down my cheeks as I come against his tongue and lips.

When he pulls back, I nearly slip into a heap on the driveway and he deftly catches me, lifting me up in his arms. He doesn’t look down at me as he starts marching towards the front of the house and I don’t bother to ask him what he plans to do with me. I know that whatever it is, he’s going to make me enjoy it. He always does.

31

LUC

Wakingup with a naked Micki in my arms has always been my dream, and though it becomes my reality the following morning, I don’t have time to enjoy it. There’s a text message waiting on my phone, reminding me that I’m meeting Dean and some of his men to get more information on finding the girl my father has hidden. Finally, the meeting with the hacker is set.

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