Page 19 of Poison

Wrapping my hand around the vial, I scowled at Trevor before putting my mask back on. Flashing a flirty smile to my new client, I gripped his hand and guided him to the far end of the room. When I turned back to the group, I saw Vic storm out of the private room. Good. I didn't want him to see this anyway. Still, my heart plummeted into the depths of my stomach as I fought the urge to throw up and cry at the same time.

There were two couches in the corner, one to fuck on and one to block our view of the small party. At least we had a little privacy. The man didn't waste any time unbuckling his slacks and yanking out his throbbing cock. Squirting lubricant into my palm, I slid it up and down his shaft until it was slick. Without ceremony, I slipped off my pants and slowly sat down on his lap, guiding his length into my hole.

He was not the most attractive person, but he had a nice-sized cock. It was time to put on another show. I moaned and rubbed his chest as I bounced on his erection.

"That's a good lad."

I grinned, moving my hips faster. "Mmm, baby, you're so big."

As his dark blue eyes burned into mine, I picked up the pace, eager to get the show over with as soon as possible. It was only supposed to be a sample, after all.

"Slow down," he moaned.

I giggled, "Oh no, baby. This is only a sample. If you want all of me, you have to come see me back home. I hope you come." I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. "I want to see what else you can do with this big, fat cock of yours." I could tell by the look in his eyes he was close, so I went faster. His breath caught, and a stifled grunt left his lips. "That's it, baby. Give it all to me. Breed me, Daddy!" His body trembled, and I took the opportunity to rub my nose gently across his. "Yeah, come and see me later. We'll have lots of fun." I winked and climbed off his lap.

Picking up my pants, I ran to what I assumed was the bathroom and locked the door behind me. When I finished cleaning myself, I sat down on the toilet, wishing I didn't have to go back out to Hobbs' little party. I stared at the mirror, wondering how hard it would be to smash it and use a shard on myself. As my fingers traced the glass, someone pounded on the door.

With a silent groan of frustration, I opened the bathroom door to find a smiling Hobbs standing on the other side. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and escorted me back to the party. Drinks had been delivered, and without asking for permission, I grabbed a Poison Apple and downed it in a few gulps, making Hobbs scowl in disapproval.

The rest of the evening was boring, especially since Hobbs cut me off after only two drinks. My sponsor tossed them back with abandon, but he slapped my hand away whenever I tried to reach for another. Most of my time was spent dissociating and staring off into the distance. Luckily for me, the other men who were with Hobbs had no interest in "Starburst." They were focused on the half-naked women that pranced around the room.

Hobbs abruptly woke me by shaking my body. At some point during the dull negotiations that I hadn't been paying attention to, I must have dozed off. The others were long gone, and dawn was close to breaking when I followed my sponsor out of Hell's Gate to a taxi. The drive was blessedly silent, but as I climbed out of the vehicle, Hobbs followed close behind. As usual, he just couldn't let me have a break.

"Go ahead and get on the bed," he ordered as we entered my apartment.

I had had enough. "Not tonight, Trevor."

His eyes narrowed as he swayed on the spot. "Get on the fucking bed, Isaac."

"No."

"Get on the fucking bed! You know I don't let anyone have you without finishing the job."

"Then you shouldn't have let him fuck me," I retorted icily. "Besides, when was the last time you finished anything? Oh yeah, after I was drugged, you gave me a hand job."

Trevor rushed me, and before I could do anything to defend myself, his hand wrapped tightly around my neck. I grabbed at him frantically, trying to pry his fingers free. "Aren't you forgetting something, you little shit? I own you!"

As my fingernails dug into his skin, he slapped me across the face, making me see stars. Hobbs grabbed my shirt, yanking me close despite my efforts to fight. He was too strong.

As I struggled, he forcefully turned me away from him, shoving my body onto the bed. I fought. When I got close to actually hitting him, he grabbed my wrist, twisting it so hard I cried out. "Trevor, stop!"

He didn't listen. Using one hand to keep me in place, he used the other to yank my pants down just enough to trap my legs. Hobbs used the material as leverage to bend me over the mattress, exposing my ass fully.

My eyes closed against the painful, burning sensation as the head of his shaft pushed into me without any lubricant. There was no point in fighting. If I continued to struggle, Hobbs would only tear me from the inside out. Instead, I let my body go limp and allowed him to do what he needed. Internally, my mind was elsewhere. I pictured the pond at the city park where I chased ducks as a child.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for Trevor to finish. After only ten or so thrusts, he came with a groan and pulled out. "Why do you make me do these things? You know the rules! Why are you being so defiant?" His voice got softer, almost cajoling. "We have a good thing going on. You live in a nice penthouse. I let you go out and party with your friends." He tugged at the choker he gifted me. "I give you expensive things. I take care of you! I have been taking care of you since you were a teenager. I love you, Isaac! Soon, I will own the only sex club in Top Hill. Only the richest people will be able to enter those doors. That alone will set us up for life. If I can pull this off, there won't be any more clients for you. No more porn shoots. I can give you anything you want, and we can live happily ever after, just like you want." He held my chin in his hand. "Isn't that what you want?"

I didn't reply.

Releasing me, he took a few unsteady steps back. "Damn it, Isaac. We can't have that if you don't play by the rules. It kills me every time I set you up with a client. It'swhy I need to have you afterward. Because I hate sharing you. But if we want to live like kings, I have to do it!"

I still didn't react. What did he expect me to say? That I loved him back? That I was perfectly fine with him forcing himself on me? That I was cool with him selling me like I was some prized show dog? I did love him, but I couldn't say the words.

My silence pissed Hobbs off. He stormed out of the room, slamming the front door hard enough to shake the walls. Was anything he told me the truth? Was he working on ending my suffering? Would he allow me to stop sharing my body with every Tom, Dick, and Harry? Is tossing my legs over my head the cost of having nice things? I pulled the chocker off my neck to glare at the star charm and threw it across the room. Grabbing my blanket, I wrapped it around my shaking body and cried myself to sleep.

Chapter 14

Banging on the front door woke me up. Stubbornly, I wrapped my blankets tighter around my body. The pounding continued, but I was determined to stay in bed. At least until my bladder forced me out of it.

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