Page 84 of Double Shot

She whispered insults in my ear, mocking my cock for being smaller than Roan’s. For being dumber, and easier to fool, easy to tie up, and how she was going to fuck me, what she was going to use on me, what kind of toy and where it was going. There was a particularly vile stream about what toys she was going to stick up my ass, and how I was going to cry over it.

I laughed.

“You don’t know shit about the foster care system.” My voice was ice.

“You don’t know what I can do to your body, little boy.” Her teeth grazed my ear, and I tried to pull away. “Don’t mistake me for some hard-up kiddie-toucher. Do you know what I do when I find one of them working for me? The men who like to touch the little boys and girls?” Her breath was hot against my neck, and her words were nothing but poison.

“Well for one, you fucking hire them,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Not intentionally, but you men are such fucking degenerates, they are just everywhere. You know that, if you were in that sort of foster care. I can guess what they did to you.” I snorted a laugh.

“Was it Dean?” She dragged her teeth down the side of my neck. I felt my blood turn to the ice. “Was it Priscilla? Or someone else? A foster uncle?”

“Fuck you,” I grunted.

“I think someone else, Dean, didn’t seem like the sort to touch the little boys, he liked the little girls, didn’t he? Did he like to touch – Sadie?” She said her name like silk. I slammed against the restraints again. I was stronger than she was, but the restraints took all of my leverage away. I let out an inarticulate rage-filled scream, and she just laughed, high and loud.

Then her phone rang. Reluctantly she untwined herself from me, her eyes smoldering. “That’s probably important and I need to take it.” She plucked the phone from the pile of clothing and put it to her ear.

“Hello?” She walked back toward me.

“Yes, I am aware. That is why I am in charge now, and you work for me.”

“You didn’t doshit.”Her English flicked over to French, peppered with words that I knew were vulgar. I picked up a few different words,Le Generale,revolution,and a few others that seemed important.

I considered yelling something, but would it do any good, who was she talking to? They seemed pissed and she did too. She spoke another a machine gun fire of rapid of French, hard and aggressive, starkly at odds with how she looked, naked but for tiny panties and heels. She walked back to me, and grabbed my balls with her off and hand and started squeezing them, firm, then harder. I grit my teeth, and she squeezed harder. Her grip was constant and increased. I had no desire to give her the satisfaction but eventually she crushed a scream out of me. I panted when she released me, and I felt like vomiting. The sudden release left my head spinning.

“I will do to you what I am doing to the man who killed your team, you…” more French followed. She grabbed me by the shaft and started working me. It wasn’t pleasant, but it also wasn’t painful.

“Fuck off, you bitch,” I managed to cough out. She ignored me, carrying on her conversation in more rapid, fluid French. She did give me a smile, and I worked up a small bit of spit but couldn’t get any range on it. She stopped stroking me to smile at the small glob on her breast. She mouthed me athank you, swiped it up with her fingers and used it on my shaft.

I struggled, and beat against the bonds, and trying to twist out of her grip, and the only thing that happened was her grip would tighten, relentless. I couldn’t escape it, and then came betrayal. Throbbing, hard, unable to ignore basic biological function, my cock started dripping. With less friction, she went faster.

Faster.

Her tirade never slowed. The person on the other end of the phone took a verbal beatdown, and I managed to pick out a few words, and it seemed that there had been a major shakeup inside the Cartel. The details were hard to track, most of my attention was tied to the grip she had me in.

I came.

I gasped and went tense against the bonds. Most fell to the floor, but some spotted against her hip.

She never slowed and kept hammering. The sensation almost immediately went to being more than I could handle, I would have rather been slamming my balls in a car door that let her keep after me like she did. It was nothing less than fucking agony, and even when I screamed, she refused to stop.

It only ended when the person on the other end of the phone relented, apologized, and hung up. She clicked the phone off and finally stopped. I felt raw as an exposed nerve, a broken tooth buried in ice, but the nerve was between my legs.

“Well, I suppose it’s time to bring you up to speed, save you asking a lot of stupid questions,” she said, bringing her hand up to regard it. There were several drops from the mess I had made. She licked them up slowly, never breaking eye contact, and the intensity seemed fucking relentless.

She was a fucking monster.

How had Roan survived this sadistic fucking bitch?

“You have to realize that when Chauvignon decided to take a knee, surrender to your ilk, that he wasn’t speaking for the entire organization.” She smiled. “That is why I decided that it was time for him to look into retirement.”

“He offered a truce,” I said. “This could have been over.”

“And now he’s dead, and I’m in charge, and it is officially not over. I’ll have my plaything back, and when I get tired of both of you, well. You’ll never know when I get tired of you. What meal will be your last, which cum shot will be the last? When will you close your eyes and just never wake up again? I like to keep my pets on their toes, you see.”

“You’re a fucking sadistic bitch,” I growled.

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