Page 13 of Poison

"My lip hurts."

His gaze burrowed into mine as his hand crept down the front of my pants, and I shoved at his arm. "Not now. Please."

Batting my attempts away, he undressed me and gripped my cock. "Just enjoy it," he whispered.

Timidly, I laid on my back and closed my eyes; I tried to envision myself in a far-off place, away from Trevor and Sin City. I hissed at the sensation of Hobbs' hand, but it was Vic's face in my mind. His lips locked around my shaft, bobbing up and down. The thought was startling, but I liked it. I wanted to run my fingers through his long, dark hair and call out his name as I came. My back arched when Trevor added lubricant, making his hand move much better. He picked up his pace, and my toes curled. My mind was still focused on an image of Vic swallowing my dick whole as I got close to the edge. "Ohhhh…" I cried, barely stopping myself from crying out Vic's name. I let loose, my mind freezing for a moment as my load shot out in a thick stream.

Grinning, Hobbs leaned over to lick it up, keeping his mouth open so I could see the mess on his tongue. After a few seconds, he closed his mouth, making a show of swallowing it. "See? I know how to take care of you."

He reached into his pocket and handed me a long black box, silently ordering me to open it with a heated gaze. The latch opened with a click, and my eyes widened in wonder. A pink choker with a falling star charm.

"Those are real diamonds," Hobbs stated with pride. "Gathered from scavengers out in the wastes." He pressed his lips to mine. "You know I love you."

Did he love me? After years of servitude, I was doubting that. Nonetheless, his words made butterflies flutter in my stomach. Oh, how I wished I could believe him. I wanted his love so badly it was killing me. I wanted it to be just me and him. Not him and five hundred others.

"Don't you still love me?"

I didn't reply, not with words anyway. Instead, I gripped his shirt tightly in my hand and forced him to roll over onto his back. Hobbs stared at me with longing in his eyes as I ever so slowly stroked him through his pants until he was hard as stone. I tugged at the waistband, freeing his large cock. With a flirty smile, I squirted some lubricant onto it and straddled Hobbs, using my hand to guide his shaft to my hole.

I winced as I slid down. I should have given Hobbs head instead, but my damned lip still hurt. All the Bliss I had done made me forget how badly my last client tore me up. Still, I couldn't stop. Trevor would be annoyed, and I wanted him to be happy. He was far easier to deal with if he was happy.

"Put it on," he ordered, pulling the collar from the box and handing it to me. As I swung my hips, I clasped the jewelry around my neck.

I needed him to cum quickly, so I picked up the pace. It hurt, but I forced myself to deal with it. The quicker he came, the quicker it was over. It felt like I had a rod rubbing against a fresh, nasty bruise in my ass.

"That's my good boy," Hobbs moaned. I had a love/hate relationship with that phrase. I loved the praise but hated it when he did something against my will.

I pressed a hand onto his chest, steadying myself and trying not to throw up from the pain. He had to be close; I couldn't keep it up for long. With a dirty smile, the look of desire in my eyes could make a man cum quicker than any position they took me in. It was a lesson I learned well from Hobbs, and it would make our fucking quick.

Hobbs rubbed my jaw, and I sucked on his thumb, making him groan with lust. His breath caught, and finally, I felt his manly juices seep from my hole.

After catching my breath, I leaned down and kissed him before sauntering to the bathroom.

"You'll get a few days off to heal up, but we have a film to shoot. I'll give you four days."

Gripping the door frame, I turned to Hobbs and nodded. Four days wasn't a lot, but it was better than nothing. Any discoloration could be covered with makeup, and the swelling would be gone by then. I only prayed my ass would be better.

"You should shower and get some sleep. You look like some dog dug you up out of a burrow."

Turning away, I rolled my eyes with a noncommittal noise. As I turned on the water in the tub, I heard Hobbs leave the apartment. After a bath, I'd take a nap, call Cherry, and then we'd head out to Hell's Gate. Hopefully, I'll find out Vic's work schedule. With all the bullshit going on in my life, I need some good vibes.

Chapter 10

I slept well into the evening, and when I looked out my window, all I could see was the soft orange hue of sunset and neon lights. Cherry was happy when I called her, and she declared that it was a night we needed to celebrate.

After freshening up, I decided on an outfit that matched the new choker: a cropped pink T-shirt with my stage name in glittery letters across the chest, a pair of low-ride pants that barely reached my hips to show off my V, and a pair of black platform boots.

The swelling in my face hadn't gone down completely, but it wasn't as bad as it had been the night before. Dark purple circles still surrounded my eyes, so I slapped on some foundation, eyeliner, and eyeshadow. As a final touch, I smeared some foundation over the bruise on my pelvis. By the time I was finished, it was barely noticeable.

"Zazzin," I announced to the mirror, snapping my fingers.

As I entered Hell's Gate, skipping the line as usual, I heard a few "boos." Instead of waving per the norm, I flipped them off and practically pranced inside.

One of my favorite songs began to play, and I eagerly darted to the center pole and climbed on. I twirled, spinning to the beat and flipping upside down. My legs spread dramatically as the song ended. A round of applause greeted me as I dropped to the ground and headed to my booth, where Cherry and Kitty were already sitting inside. "Sup angels?"

"Top angel in the house!" Cherry cried, holding up a glass of dark green liquid. "Get up here, bitch! Time to celebrate!"

"What are we celebrating?"

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