Page 169 of Relentles
Char reached the chubbier one first and kicked her thigh. The girl moaned through her gag. Char’s pointy toed stilettoes were no joke.
Undressing, she threw her discard bra, panties, stockings, and garter on the other slut. Tears were sliding down her face and she was trembling. After kicking off her shoes, Char turned to Sharper, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.
Chuckling, he wrapped an arm around her waist.
“The day we met was the luckiest day of my life, pet.”
She’d considered it the unluckiest day of hers. Her father was one of Sharper’s attorneys and knew a bunch of juicy secrets. She’d met Lucas when her father went to Sharper’s estate to drop off some papers and the two Banks boys were outside.
She didn’t formally meet Sharper for another year and she didn’t fuck him until Lucas went to Hortensia the summer before his senior year in high school.
Wanting to shove away the memories of her life before darkness had consumed her, she stomped to the fat girl, knelt next to her and snapped away her gag.
“Do you know how to eat pussy?”
“Wh-what?”
Char slapped her face. If Osti were there, he’d drug the bitch so Char could remove the handcuffs and ankle chains. One time she thought she and Sharper could control a girl and freed her. Bitch rebelled. In the end Sharper shot her and Char learned her lesson.
Looking at the girl reminded Char of her mother. Fat and brown-skinned alike. Timid. Vapid. Peacemaking.
Char spat in the girl’s face. Shehatedweak cunts.
“Charlemagne, I thought you’d wait for me, babe.”
At the sound of Roddie’s voice, Char perked and she glanced over her shoulder just in time to see the man walk onto the pulpit. He was already naked. At the sight of his big, beautiful dick, her eyes lit up as much as Sharper’s.
Holding out his hand, he grinned. “Cleaner.”
The undeniable affection in his voice always raised Char’s suspicions. Whenever she questioned either one of them, they just said their relationship went back years.
“Sharper,” Cleaner greeted, shaking the proffered hand.
“How’s Morgan?”
“Momma’s fine.”
“Give her my regards.”
Cleaner smirked. “Cee Cee sends his.”
Sharper grunted. “He did good by you.”
“He did. Bash and me are like brothers.”
“Good. Good.”
“I’m bored,” Char pouted. She wasn’t lying. Every time they saw each other, they had a similar conversation. Granted, it was only once or twice a year, but still she was sick of it. It also took their focus away from what should’ve been their main priority.Her.
“Let me run to my office for something, pet,” Sharper said.
He intended to fuck her, too. He was getting his dick-hardening pills.
Cleaner strolled to her, his cock bobbing. “You’ve been a bad girl, Char.” A sweep of his hand indicated her nudity. Twisting her around, he slapped her ass, then shoved her to her hands and knees. Walking around her, he headed to the fat girl.
Only when he held up a key did Char realize one of his hands hadn’t been free. Once he freed the girl from the ankle chains, he spread her legs and sank into her, ignoring her scream.
His cock was big and she was terrified. She hadn’t been wet enough to fuck.
