Page 49 of Poison

I headed to my dresser, which was full of an entirely new wardrobe. A sign that Hobbs was laying it on thick after treating me like a dog for an entire fucking week. I chose a pink halter top that said "Sassy Bitch" in white letters and a matching pair of pants with stripes. Trevor and his dumb obsession with pink.

I had to go to the downstairs bathroom to get ready for the day. I wasn’t allowed to use the one in the bedroom, most likely because Trevor had razors stashed away in there. After taking a hot shower, I worked on my makeup. Hobbs had provided me with all sorts of things: foundation, cover-up, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and even lip liner and lipstick. Another example of him gifting me things to make up for my mistreatment.

On the countertop was a small jewelry box, and I opened it curiously. On top of everything was the amethyst chain that Alex had given me. Tears threatened to ruin my freshly applied makeup. Hobbs must have found it. But clearly, he didn’t realize it wasn’t a gift from him. If he had even a faint idea that the chain had come from someone else, he would have gotten rid of it.

I tucked it into my pocket and put on the pink choker Trevor had gotten me. I would wear the amethyst chain,but not that day. I had to make Trevor believe he had won first. With the outward appearance of Starburst complete, it was time to put on a show.

I grabbed a bottle of yellow C-Juice from the kitchen and stretched out on the couch in the living room, waiting for Hobbs to come down. I didn't have to wait long for the elevator door to open.

"Good morning, Daddy," I purred to Trevor, swiping my tongue along my teeth. Strutting up to him, I ran my hand along his shoulders and circled his large frame before dropping to my knees and tossing his robe open.

When I grabbed his limp shaft, he asked, "What are you doing?"

I flirtatiously licked the sensitive flesh and looked up at his eyes. "Giving my daddy what he needs." I then took his hardening shaft into my mouth, gripping his ass cheeks firmly. His hand gripped my hair, and I pulled back. "No, no. I just styled my hair." When he released the strands, gripping my shoulder instead, I swallowed his full length once more. His gasp of pleasure changed into a guttural groan that intensified as he slid deeper down my throat. I picked up my pace, eager to get it over with. I removed my lips to suck on my finger before engulfing his cock again. My hand drifted under his robe and between his firm ass cheeks. Ever so slowly, I slipped my damp finger inside his hole, hooking it in deep. That set Trevor off like I pushed a button; he erupted inside my mouth, his warm cum sliding along my tongue and down my throat. The prostate was a handy thing.

Getting to my feet, I collected some cum from my lip, sucking it off my finger as I maintained eye contact.

Hobbs panted, running a hand through his hair. "What has gotten into you?"

I shrugged, sprawling out on the couch again. "Is it Christmas yet? I noticed there are some gifts with my name on them."

He smirked. "They all have your name on them."

"Can I open one?" I asked, picking up my C-Juice. I kept my eyes locked on him as I took a sip.

"Christmas isn't for a couple of days. Everything shuts down on Christmas Eve and Christmas. So tonight, we are throwing a holiday party at Sinful. It's like a grand opening preview of sorts. And I do believe you will be pleasantly surprised when you get there." He grabbed the C-Juice from my hand and took a swig before handing it back. "In the meantime, I do have to get some work done. The doors will be locked, so don't get any ideas. I will personally pick you up for the party, and there's a special outfit waiting for you there." Leaning over me, he kissed me gently on the lips. "It's good to have you home, Isaac."

Chapter 37

I spent most of the afternoon sitting by the window, looking out at my new world. A world where Alex was gone, and I would most likely never see Vic again. The plan I had decided on could possibly set me free, but most likely wouldn't. Even if it did, it would take years. It was only a matter of time before I was too old for Trevor's tastes. Eventually, he would find someone new, but that was the goal. I couldn't just curl up and cry my sorrows away or act like a broken little toy. After all, that was what Trevor wanted. Someone so broken and afraid that he could scare them into submission.

The front door opened, and I glanced over to see Trevor saunter in, wearing a classy black suit with a matching top hat. Maintaining my act, I sassily got to my feet and caressed his chest. "There you are. I missed you, stud." I pressed my lips to his, running a hand down to his crotch and giving it a squeeze.

"We have no time for fun." Gently, he pushed me away. "The party is starting soon, and I have a surprise for you."

I bit my lower lip playfully. "Another present?"

"You won't get it here." He abruptly left the room, only to return a few seconds later with a set of intact shackles.

It took all of my inner strength to not recoil and cry. Instead, I held out my hands with a forced smirk. My silent compliance made Hobbs arch a brow as he attached the shackles to my wrists. He obviously had questions but kept them to himself for the moment.

Pressing a hand to the small of my back, he escorted me outside, where a car was waiting for us. He opened the door for me, and I climbed inside, resting my elbow on the window and looking bored as Top Hill passed by.

When we got to Sinful, Trevor unlocked the shackles and pulled out the pink bracelets. I was so confused. "What? Don't want anybody knowing our dirty little secret?" I asked with a cheeky smile.

That's when I remembered what Trevor told me the first time we came to Top Hill. Rich people didn't like seeing tacky orange shackles. It gave them the illusion that the person they were paying to bang wasn't being forced into it.

"Just get out of the car."

I grinned, hopping out with an exaggerated stretch. Trevor escorted me inside, pushing the door open so I could enter the club. It wasn't empty this time; a few employees walked around, setting up Christmas decorations all over the center stage.

"Top angel in the house!" shouted a voice that I was all too familiar with. Cherry rushed towards me and jumped into my arms.

"Bitch, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"She works here," Trevor commented from beside me.

When I put Cherry down, I glanced at her wrists. No shackles or pink bracelets. "I'm getting paid," she stated, obviously noticing what I was worried about.

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