Page 25 of Unchained
Veronica lost her smile. “You will continue to follow me. You will do as I say.”
“You’re full of shit.” I gritted my teeth as my cock ached from need. Seeing Chrissy, and the shiny crimson, pushed every erotic button in my body. I wanted to fuck her worse than any woman I’d been around. “What makes you think that?”
“Because I know things.” She walked down the stage steps toward the opening at the water. A large yacht came into view. She stopped and turned. “Fuck her and then join me on the yacht. My guards will help you get there.”
“You’re a fucking crazy bitch.”
“And you shouldn’t have come in her ass.”
I shook my head and watched Veronica climb into a small dingy. The boat, bouncing crazily over rough waves, jetted toward the much larger craft.
“Do it,” Stephanie said. “So far, we’re pretty lucky she hasn’t killed us.”
I walked onto the stage and stood between Chrissy’s bloody legs, staring down at what should have been a gruesome sight. My stomach should have been churning. Instead, my cock urged me on. Using my thumb, I parted Chrissy’s red pussy lips and slowly entered her.
Stephanie joined me on the stage, the three of us watched by guards across the room. “Don’t stop,” Stephanie ordered. She moved around Chrissy and grabbed something from a box on the stage. “She will be fine.”
Chrissy moaned with each smooth and caring stroke. The scent of blood and sweat and sex was intoxicating when it should have been sickening. Chrissy’s eroticism fueled my desires when the thin lines of crimson should have sent me running away.
Stephanie poured water on a large handful of gauze and began cleaning Chrissy’s wound. When she was finished, I climbed over Chrissy and kissed her forehead, my cock never leaving its home inside her. I kissed her cheeks and finally landed on her lips. She returned a sensual, hungry kiss, her mouth open, her long and warm tongue stretching into my mouth.
With my mouth over Chrissy’s, I roared like a fucking lion and came.
I laid atop Chrissy for a long moment, wondering what had become of me. Veronica was changing me, taking away the human person I had been, exchanging it for the sexual monster I was becoming. What else could there be? Why take me out onto a yacht? Why not leave me naked and covered in bodily fluid only to be found by the police and become a media laughing stock?
My answer would not come soon enough.
