Page 10 of Concealed Deception

“Good girl.”I praise her good behavior by bringing my dick to her lips.She parts them for me like a good whore, her tongue licking the underside of my shaft, then in one swift movement, she takes me into her mouth, right to the back of her throat.

Once satisfied, she starts moving, and it doesn’t take long before I’m controlling her movements.

Each moan and gag fuel’s my fire and I pound into her harder and faster.Without warning, my balls tighten, and I shoot my release down the back of her throat, filling the room with my dominant roar.

Once she’s swallowed every last drop, I pull myself free and watch as she licks her lips.

“On the table, face down, ass in the air.”She moves with quick precision, leaning forward on the table with her chest pressed against the padded surface.While she gets ready, I pull the foil packet from one of her boots that I know is there just for me.

“Hold tightly onto the table.”Jackie’s pert ass is in the air for me, seeking attention while she continues to submit.This is the release I need most.I don’t care if she comes or not, as long as my inner turmoil quietens.

Sliding my sheathed cock through her wetness, I prepare to thrust inside, but before I do, I glance at the hidden camera above the door, only to see the little red dot taunting me.

“Shit,” I hiss, then rip the condom off.

I stalk over to where my discarded suit lays and pull on my trousers, adjusting myself, because the thought of seeing my treasure put up a fight has me harder than before.

I slide my arms into my shirt, preparing myself for the battle ahead.

I wear my proverbial scowl as I walk past Jackie, who’s still on the table.“You’ll have to finish yourself off.”

“What?You can’t—”

I cut her off.“I can, and I am.You have fifteen minutes then you’re out.Understood?”I make no room for arguments as I stalk to the door and rip it open.Standing to attention on the other side, waiting, is Vince.

“Boss, she’s awake.”

Six

Ava

My dry mouth feels like I’ve been chewing on sandpaper overnight.I desperately try to open my eyelids but they’re being held down by lead weights.

The tears pool beneath my lids, stuck in this nightmare like the rest of me.My head is spinning despite the fact I can’t wake up properly to find out why I’m such a dead weight.

I don’t remember drinking anywhere enough to be in this state, and even so, I’ve never had a hangover like this one before.

Fear starts to intrude my thoughts.My intuition tells me something very bad has happened to me, and the harder I try to remember, the more of a blank space I get.Soon the silent tears are escaping the corners of my eyes and trickling down my face.

My senses take their sweet time coming back, and as they do, I’m able to manage small movements.It seems like an eternity before my body starts to wake properly, a full body stretch being the last of the struggle, and my eyelids shoot open.

As I’m waking up, my fingers brush against the silkiest fabric, and my body tenses.More panic sets in because I know these aren’t mine or Lacey’s sheets.Then I remember walking into the restaurant.

Flashes of dark hair, an expensive suit and demon eyes replay in burst motion.

I struggle to fit the pieces together at first, then realization strikes.

Him.

That asshole from the club.

That manipulative, deceptive, lying bastard.

I’m frantically searching for signs to clue me in on my whereabouts, but there’s nothing other than my own knowledge.

Despite my body’s protest and the pounding sensation in my head, I sit up and take another look around.

Beside me on a nightstand is a glass of water with two little white pills and a note stating I’m to take them.Picking up the little pills, I toss them across the room.There’s no way I’m going to take anything that’s given to me if I don’t know where I am.

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