Page 74 of Hold On

Smoke pours into dickhead Luke’s face as he coughs and chokes. It’s highly satisfying to hear him struggle, though we’ve barely even gotten started. But the sound is already making my dick hard. Every second we make him suffer together is payback for both of the things we’ve been through in our fucked up lives. Alina looks like a goddamn queen perched upon my thigh. Her back is straight and even though I know she’s nervous, she doesn’t look it. The fire pits that line the top of the amphitheater blaze with life, lighting her silhouette up from behind. It’s a miracle I haven’t fucked her brains out yet. She’s so fucking tempting with those little fox ears pinned in her hair.

“What in the actualfuck?!” slurs a pissed off Luke. I can’t see him through the smoke but hear him struggling in his chair. I feel calmer and more in control than I have all week as I wait for the air to clear between us. Luke shouts out a string of unoriginal curses as he hacks some more. The black cloud before us dissipates enough for him to spy me in my mask seated before him. “Jesus fucking Christ!!! What the shit is happening?! Goddammit, holy fuck!!” he shrieks so beautifully as he claws at the arms of the chair he’s tied to. “Who the fuck are you?! And how the hell did you…” He suddenly sees Alina on my lap and snarls at her, his fear replaced with fury. “You fuckingcunt!!”

I grab the bat I placed next to my chair earlier, securing my other arm around Alina’s hips. I swing it through the air, flipping it in my hand for show before savagely connecting it with theoutside of his ankle. His howls of pain are causing my dick to leak into my boxer briefs. I do nothing to hide my hard-on. I can see him scanning the outline of my cock as he writhes in severe discomfort, his ankle now positioned at an awkward angle.

My father used a bat on me the night that Alina patched me up in the shed. So tonight, I’m taking that trauma out on Luke.

“I think you fucking shattered it!” he cries like a wounded animal. I laugh into my microphone, the chilling sound of my voice making him freeze. He finds enough of his balls to stare at the mask again. I can practically taste his fear as it wafts off of his body.

“Your ankle is the least of your worries,” I inform him coldly. To his credit, he braces himself for a fight.

“You’re that fucking rockstar, douche bag, aren’t you?” he seethes. I hold my hands out to either side of my body at his praise, careful not to jostle Alina.

“You’re a genius,” I sarcastically reply. He rolls his eyes and tries to loosen the restraints once more by pulling up on them. “You’re not going anywhere, dickhead.” His lip begins to tremble as he tries to level me with a hard stare. He decides he can’t and turns instead to Alina, the cowardly bastard.

“I should’ve known it would beyouto turn against me,” he angrily growls.

“I was neverforyou,” she corrects him. “But I am surprised you didn’t see it coming. You made me fuck other people in order for you to get paid. You should’ve known it was just a matter of time until I fucked you for all you were worth too.”

“Never thought you had the balls,” he spits. Lina rolls her eyes.

“And yet, you sit tied beforeme,” she hisses. Her fingers begin to pet my dick as I laugh into the mic, knowing she isn’t even aware of what she’s doing. She’s justthataddictedto mycock. I turn to her, grabbing her jaw possessively as she stares into my mask hungrily.

“Not yet, fuck doll.” My tone isn’t friendly. It’s condescending as fuck. Alina performs perfectly and melts anyway as we discussed back in the car. She smirks at me and pecks the plague doctor mask right on the tip of the beak. I know the effect of her red kiss mark upon the leather is going to make Luke cringe. He does exactly as I expect him to, visibly shivering as he scrunches up his face in disgust.

“Oops,” she says innocently, making me growl authentically into the mic. She lengthens her spine in my lap and whimpers softly as she cuddles into me, biting her bottom lip. Luke goes rigid, the jealousy plain to see in his angry features.

“Just like afuckingwhoreto sit yourself on the dick with the most power,” Luke spits. Alina actually cackles. It makes me proud that she isn’t letting him get to her.

“You taught me well,” she counters darkly. Luke wars with himself as a series of his emotions flash before our eyes. Anger, fear, and desperation, amongst others. It’s delicious to sample them all as he squirms in his restraints.

“Watch the way you speak to my fuck doll,” I warn him as I point the butt of the bat in his face. He leans back as far as the chair will allow him, but my weapon is still able to invade his personal space.

“Fuckdoll?That’swhat does it for you?” he throws out as Alina grinds her pussy down over my leg. She moans as she dry humps me, fisting the tail in between her fingers as she wiggles her hips back and forth. Luke can’t help but watch it all, his mouth open due to his disbelief.

“Say it again, Bash!” she shouts in a needy voice, just like she did back in high school. My heavy breathing fills the mic before I give in to her request. I drop the bat to the cement by my throne.

“My little,” I begin and grab one of her breasts with my greedy hand and squeeze it. Her head rolls back to my shoulder. “Wet,” I continue as I move my other hand to the front of her pussy and cup the outside of it. “Fuck doll,” I finish as I dig my fingers into her flesh over her underwear and she squeals so fucking perfectly. Luke stares dumbfounded, his stupid mouth still gaping in awe.

I grab at the collar on Alina’s neck without warning, pulling on the loop the leash connects to. I swing her down and forward, on her knees in front of me, her back to Luke. She places her hands on my own knees, clasping the tail and looking up at me obediently. Luke looks on in horror as I keep my breath rasping into the microphone. Besides that, I’m quiet as I begin to pet her face, my fingers tracing her jaw and neck. I linger over her pulse and cup her chin. I grab her hair at the nape of her neck and pull her head back viciously. I hold her cheeks between my thumb and fingers, so they’re pinched out. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” It’s forceful, leaving her without an option to deny me. She opens it as best she can, sliding her slick tongue forward. I hold my hand out. “Give me the plug, fuck doll.”

She does so eagerly, her little hips wiggling with anticipation.

“Why am I here watching this?” Luke demands. I level him with a stare as he visibly shrinks into his chair, trying to hide.

“You know exactly why,” I bark, the microphone amplifying my absolute rage.

The fucker has the gall to smirk at me. “She’s fucked everyone in this town, and you’re mad atme?” Of course, he would act like it was her fault, not his. I ignore him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer and look back at my Lina Girl, her mouth open and her pretty pink tongue sticking out, awaiting instructions. I decide to forget about the show for a second and live in the moment with her. Remembering thatshe had bought this outfit for me and saved it all these years, never knowing if we’d be able to use it together. And now as she’s crouched before me, I think I believe in miracles as I hold the plug upon her tongue and demand her to “Suck this like it’s my dick.”

She obeys, pulling at it with her tongue and lips, making sloppy sounds with her stuffed mouth to show off her enthusiasm. The tail flails in front of her face as she works the plug. Luke rolls his eyes and looks away but is back a moment later when Alina lets out a particularly erotic moan. His knuckles are turning white as he clenches his fists. His jealousy rages around him as his breathing becomes heavier.

“Stop,” I order her. It’s loud, echoing throughout the amphitheater as a shudder leaves our prey. Alina obeys immediately. I hold my hand out for the plug, and she sets it in my palm. I place it on the seat of my throne. She lengthens her neck as she breathes heavily before me, waiting for my next command. My dick is hard as shit. I rub at it through my pants, making her whimper as she begins to paw at my crotch. I allow her to, moving my face with agonizing slowness from hers tohis. Luke’s eyes widen as they search the vacant eyes of the mask. Alina continues to pet me through the leather, even grabbing at my pockets and tugging for effect. She’s breathing so quickly it sounds as if she’s about to hyperventilate. I laugh under my breath, grabbing her wrists and spreading her arms out wide. Her breasts heave under the strain of her arousal as she submits to me holding her there. “Stay like this while I grab your treat, little fox.” She snarls as she holds her body up, arms splayed out to the sides for me like she’s my own living crucifix. I know her poor knees are probably hurting like a bitch, but I just need her to hold on for one more second before I relieve her. I look down at her legs and her shaking thighs confirm my fears. I was goingto stick my cock down her throat for a bit, but I won’t hurt her for show, even for revenge. I decide to switch tactics.

Sweeping my forearms under her armpits, I pick her body up and hold her before me. I can see the gratitude in her eyes as her face momentarily falls. I need to let her know I’m still home behind the mask. “Goddammit, you’re doing so good, Lina Girl.” She almost caves, her lip trembling when she hears her nickname. Luke is bewildered at her behavior as he watches me soften my approach and Lina melts into my chest.

“I’m ok, Bash,” she whispers and nods a little to show me she isn’t lying. I turn and grab the tail from my throne before sitting down once more. I look to Luke before turning back to her.

“Bend over,” I snarl. She moves to fall over my knee, her ass pointing towards Luke’s face. But I stop her. She looks confused as I turn her back to me and have her face him instead. “This way. And don’t look away from our prey while I play,” I say sharply. He shudders at that. I feel possessive over what’s mine and have been dreaming about watching that fucking plug disappear since she gifted me this damn tail.

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