Page 67 of The Secrets That Kill

She glares at me, cheeks red and flushed, mouth a slash of a line. And it takes my fury and spins it into dark amusement.

This girl is jealous of what she perceives as my wandering attention when I’m trying to keep a lid on my need to fuck her brains out. I raise a brow. “You’re going to have to work harder if you want me to look at you, Pollyanna. Look at that goddess on the stage. Look at you. Such a brat. Pinching her master.” I curl my hand in her hair and bring her in, lips so close I want to taste her sweetness. “You think I’d want you over that?”

“I hate you,sir.”

I run my tongue along the shape of her lips and she moans low.

“Hate me all you fucking want. I don’t care. I’m here for a job, not you.”

“Then we should go because he’s not here?—”

“Really? And how do you know this?”

She doesn’t. But she’s hating me, hating the mistress in the spotlight who’s now leaning against the wall, thighs parted, her sub’s caged cock under one heel as he licks and sucks her cunt.

I’m about to mock and humiliate her further, just to see the rise from her, when someone snags my attention. I slide my gaze to the door. Henderson.

“He’s fucking here, Ivy. So get on your knees and give me a show.” I stroke my fingers over her hair and wind it around my hand. I guide her to the floor in front of me.

She has to perform for me. I need to use the fact I should be hot from the two shows and eager to have my sub finish me off, I need to be man who’s found aspecial plaything and is actually indulging and getting off by parading her around and now, in a dark corner, taking advantage.

A private act that can be seen if one chooses to look.

“Take out my cock, Pollyanna, and worship it. Make me fucking come.”

“Yes, Master.” Her breathless words tumble and she goes to unbuckle, but I stop her.

“Just the zipper. Reach in and pull my dick out.”

“Oh my God. I can’t wrap my hand completely around it. You’re so big, Mercer.”

I let her have the slip. I’ve been told that before about my cock. I know it’s big, but I’m a man, I like hearing it. “Lick me.”

She does, starting a tongue bath up my cock and over the head, lapping up the precum.

“Now take it into your mouth. Suck hard. I want to hit the back of your throat. I want you to choke on me.”

“It’s too big.”

“No, Pollyanna, it’s not. It’s made for you. Do a good job, people can see. I want them to know my little slave is perfect at eating dick.”

She whimpers but she starts to take me in. Her mouth is hot and wet, and she sucks as she stretches her mouth around me. If I thrust, I’m down her fucking throat. Ivy gags, and I use her hair to bring her up and down on me.

I’m not planning to come. I’m planning on making her work at keeping it a show, and it’s going to take all my control not to lose myself in her right here.

“Holy fuck, Mercer,” someone says. “She’s hot. You don’t usually do this so blatantly. Heard you had a new piece. Into sharing?”

“Don’t even think of it, Stone.”

He laughs and I’m half wishing I’d rubbed one out at home before we got here.

It would be easy to let Stone distract me, but I need to hold it just so. I let the conversation flow. He wants to talk about a shipment of fucking drugs and arms I’m helping him with—another favor. He uses veiled language, but Ivy’s smart, she can probably work it out.

His pet of the month crawls up to him and starts servicing him. It’s like a fucked-up circle jerk that I started. I don’t want this moment encroached on. From a distance, being watched is fine, but—fuck, she’s good.

Ivy’s taking me deep. I’m not saying she’s had a lot of experience, but she’s instinctual, and I think she’s into it. She goes down deep of her own accord, sucking and choking and gagging while I answer Stone’s inane fucking questions.

I want to revel in the moment, glory in it.

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