Page 7 of House Rules
Con has complete control over my body right now.
His other hand releases my wrist to squeeze my breast for a moment, then slides down my body to my ass. He flips my skirt up, shoves my panties down to around my knees, and then with two fingers still deep inside my pussy, thrusting in and out, he slides two fingers from his other hand in from behind.
“Wha…” My mouth falls open on a moan I can’t hold back. The stretch is intense, but it feels so good. Full in a way I’ve never been.
Con trails a series of nips on the column of my neck, kissing and licking.
He slides one hand from my body, leaving my pussy clenching against his remaining fingers. But before I can even formulate a thought, let alone groan with frustration, he's back. He takes my ass in his hand, squeezing to the point of pain. And then he's pressing against the tight ring of flesh that guards my other hole.
I tense, but he simply rubs my wetness around the rim, and it feels strange and dirty and…good. No one has ever touched me there, and if he didn’t have me so close to coming apart for him, I would probably pull away from the sheer strangeness of it. But I am almost mindless with need, riding a wave that’s about to crest?—
And then he pushes his finger inside of me.
His teeth sink into my neck at the same moment, and I cry out as sensation breaks, and I come. My body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure overtakes me. He fucks me with his hand, relentless and deep, driving me through the orgasm as the finger in my ass stays put, the burn of its intrusionsomehow making the pleasure seem so much sweeter.
Con watches me through it, his mouth open like he wants to say something—but whatever it is, he swallows it.
Then, roughly, crudely: “That’s it…be my good little slut and come all over my hand. I want this tight cunt dripping when I slam into you. I think I might even have to keep this ass full. You want it, don’t you? Fuck, Phoenix.”
His words come out in a rush, one on top of the next, and if I was a foolish girl like that waitress, I might even have believed he wanted me.
I know better, though.
As soon as he pulls away from me, and my orgasm stops making me stupid, sanity slams into me, along with the realization of where I am, and what I just did.
Con runs a finger along his lower lip and then sucks it into his mouth, eying me like I’m his next meal, and I panic. Fight or flight kicks in, and I jerk my skirt down as I break for the door. My underwear is still on the floor of his room, and I don’t even care.
I run out of his room, grabbing the housekeeping cart as the door clicks shut and pushing it down the hall. I stab the elevator button over and over until it finally opens, and I escape inside. I don’t breathe until the doors close behind me.
Half of me expects him to follow. The other half expects him to call down to reception and demand the manager send me back up to his room.
But when the elevator doors open to the second floor near the laundry, there is no one waiting for me. No managers or angry security guards ready to drag me back up to his room. Cautiously, I push the cart to the far end of the hall and duck into a staff bathroom.
I lock myself in a stall and start cleaning myself up. My body is still twitching, still overly sensitive.
I take more than a few minutes in that bathroom, getting myself together and calming my heart rate.
When I hear the door open, I freeze, thinking for a second that surely it’s Con, or someone he sent to fetch me.
Instead, two feminine voices start talking, whispering, really. I don’t recognize them. But there are alot of staff responsible for running the resort, and maids like me are near the bottom of the social totem pole. It’s not that surprising that I don’t know these women.
“Did you hear? Another one’s missing,” the first voice says.
“Another girl? And they’re still not investigating?”
“Of course not. If it has anything to do with the Titans, then you know their parents are covering it up for them. No one’s ever going to investigate. Good paycheck or not, I think we need to get out of here before we’re next.”
“But how do we know they didn’t just quit and are no calls, no shows? I mean, waitressing isn’t exactly a job that many people take seriously.”
“Maybe,” the first girl admits. “But if they were just no-calls, no-shows, why are the only ones missing girls who go up to one of the Titans’ rooms?”
My heart hammers as I listen.
“Five girls have gone missing this month alone,” the first voice continues. “It used to be only one or two staff members every couple of months. That made sense for no call, no shows.”
“Or maybe they got into something a little shady because of the casino,” the second voice tries to reason. “I heard there’s some new outfit in town…Russians, I think…that’s been giving out loans with high rates and leg-breaking terms. Maybe they’re just running?”
The girls keep talking as they leave the bathroom, and my stomach twists as I step out of the stall. I’ve always known that the Titans were bad news. That’s why I stayed away after I broke things off.
