Page 8 of Scarred Sacrifice
“Actually, I’ve already told the lap dogs we require their chauffeur services.” She grins.
“Jesus, is this an actual arranged meeting, or are you looking to get trashed?” I ask.
“A bit of both.” She shrugs. “And you’re coming too, Betsy,” she demands.
Betsy swings around in her computer chair, shaking her head back and forth. “Er, no. I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she declines.
“No, Eden is right. If we are all there, Isabella may take to one of us more. And you know I’m not exactly going to be full of welcoming love. So, it would be good to have you there as a buffer. Plus, once Eden has had a shot or two of tequila, you know the night is over,” I point out.
“I am not a lightweight,” Eden gasps, placing her hand on her chest.
I arch my brow at her. “You drank two whiskey and cokes, then proceeded to dance on the table, swinging your top over your head,” I argue.
“They were more like triple shots in those drinks,” she counters defensively.
“Er, I don’t think I will be needed,” Betsy states quietly.
“You’re coming. You don’t need to dress up or anything. You know the guys that drink in that bar are more than okay. Plus, they’re all taken, so you don’t need to worry about someone hitting on you,” I remind her.
Betsy sighs and nods, giving in. “Okay, fine,” she relents.
I smile. “Good. Let me relax for a minute, then I will get changed, grab some food, and then we will head out,” I say as I walk towards the door.
“Relax?” Betsy asks, her brow furrowed.
“Seriously, the three of them you had last night not enough for you?” Eden scoffs, shaking her head back and forth.
“I only need one, and yes, I feel a little tense right now,” I answer defensively.
“Seriously, have a wank like a normal woman,” Eden teases.
“Why wank when I can have the real thing?” I smirk, closing the door behind me.
I walk into the main bar, catching one of the lap dogs from last night. The one with the good tongue. “You, Daniel, I need to let off some tension,” I state.
He stands, a grin playing on his lips. “It’s Nathaniel,” he corrects.
I look him up and down, crossing my arms over my chest as he approaches. He’s good-looking, has a lean, athletic body, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. I don’t know what he does for a living, nor what his life is outside of this place. We don’t paythem to be here. They choose to be here. I can’t understand why they would want to help us and serve us in the ways we desire for nothing, but I’m not complaining. The only thing we ask is they sign an NDA; not that they are privy to anything important, but just in case they see or witness anything.
“Listen, I will be blunt with you. I don’t care what your name is. I only care about you satisfying my needs. Reckon you can deal with that?” I ask.
His lips twitch into a smile as he takes my hand and places it over his jean-covered crotch, where I can feel his already raging hard dick. I give it a slight squeeze, and he groans in response.
“As impressive as this is, I’m not planning to reward you. I want you on your knees before me with your mouth buried in my pussy. There may be time for you to get your release, but I can’t make any promises,” I say in a low sultry voice. I watch as he swallows, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip.
“Then lead the way,” he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal.
I grin, and after releasing my hold on his crotch, I turn and walk towards my room, with my lap dog following eagerly at my heels.
I step into my room,letting him close the door behind him. I bend down and unzip my boots, kicking them off while I keep my eyes trained on him. As I unbutton my jeans, sliding them down in one, along with my underwear, he watches my every move. I lift my top over my head, chucking it on the floor beside me before I reach behind and unhook my bra, letting the straps slowly glide down my arms until it falls to the floor. I’m now standing there completely naked before him. I click my fingersand point to the floor in front of me. He walks towards me, a smile playing on his lips as he kneels before me.
“Remove your shirt,” I demand. He grabs the hem of his fitted white T-shirt and lifts it over his head, revealing his toned muscled body. “Bend one knee,” I order. He does as I’ve asked, and I place my foot on his thigh, baring myself to him. I thread my fingers through his short brown hair. “Eat my pussy, and don’t stop until I say,” I demand. His hands reach around, gripping my behind as he hovers his mouth over my centre, looking up at me, his eyes burning with desire. “Well, what are you waiting for?” I snap as I feel his breath tickle across my skin.
He smirks before slowly gliding his tongue along my seam to my clit. I release a slow breath as pleasure ignites across my skin. As soon as his tongue circles my clit, my grip tightens in his hair as a moan leaves my lips. He groans, working his tongue harder and faster, feasting on me like I’m his favourite meal. My hips buck, pressing against his mouth as I chase my release.
“Don’t stop, just like that,” I breathe. Closing my eyes, I relish in the feel of every stroke, circle, and suck as he brings my body closer and closer to climax. “Yes!” I cry out. My orgasm is close to irrupting, but he doesn’t let up as my muscles tighten while my orgasm teeters on the brink. I’m vaguely aware of him removing one his hands from my behind, then suddenly I feel two of his fingers plunging inside me. I gasp as he works his fingers in time with his mouth. Like someone has just lit a rocket, my orgasm soars, exploding into utter ecstasy. “Fuck! Yes!” I cry out. He slows his movements, letting me ride out my orgasm before eventually stopping.
I look down at him, a smile spreading across his face. My arousal coats his chin. I run my thumb over his chin before pushing it between his lips. He sucks my thumb. “Good boy,” I praise. After removing my thumb from his mouth, I take a step towards my bed and climb up onto all fours, leaving my bare assand pussy on full display. I turn and look over my shoulder at him to see him still kneeling on the floor.
