Page 4 of Locked Souls
“I think it’s time we have a proper introduction,” she coos, reaching toward her neck and untying the strings to her halter-top-style dress.
The silk falls to the floor and I try not to cringe at her naked body. I keep my eyes on her face. I don’t want to see her. The last woman I saw naked was my girl, and I want to keep her image in my brain.
“Ma’am, I don’t think this is appropriate,” I speak up, but she sashays closer and runs her nails along the buttons of my shirt. I shudder in revulsion, but she thinks it’s desire.
I watch as she moves over to a picture on the wall and presses a hidden button. A TV pops up on the other side of the room, and there are people in little squares on the screen.
“Good evening, gentleman. I thought you all may want a little treat while I break in one of our new recruits,” Isabella says with a smarmy smile, and I think I may be sick.
I know this is what I need to do, but I was still a virgin not that long ago. Spending time with Chastity and Jonas was the highlight of my life. I don’t want her to taint that memory.
Looking over her shoulder at me, she snaps and points to the leather couch. “Sit,” she orders, and I shake my head. Giving me a smile, she walks over to a cabinet and pulls out some things.
I can’t tell what it is, and frankly, I don't want to know. Maybe I should have just accepted the food. Then I wouldn’t need to be conscious for this.
I back away, moving closer to the door, and I’m almost there when she throws something at me. It hits the marble floor, encasing me in some sort of sweet powder. Fuck. My head begins to spin, and I stumble to the wall, using it for support.
“There, there, sweet boy. Let Mommy take care of you,” Isabella coos, taking my arm and leading me toward the couch.
“No,” I mumble, but as hard as I fight, she’s stronger than me. “What was that?”
Isabella laughs as she shoves me onto the couch and straddles my lap.
“That was a new drug on the market. We call it Paradise.”
“Now this is a show, Isa,” a man speaks from the TV, and I instantly recognize him as Nixen.
I use my hips and try to buck her off my lap, but all that does is make her laugh as she digs her nails into my thighs.
My body begins to react, and I know it’s from the drug. There is no way I would ever want this beast.
“Ah, see, that’s not so bad now, is it?” she moans while grinding on my cock. Tears prick my eyes and I close them. I don’t want to see what she does to me. I don’t want to hear as she unzips my pants and tugs them down.
I don’t want to feel as she licks down my cock and hums. I don’t want to smell the scent of her sweat and perfume as she uses me.
No, I keep my eyes closed and try to remember the best morning of my life.
Chastity smiles sleepily in the bed next to me, and I grin back. We woke her up several times throughout the night, and she didn’t mind a bit.
“How are you feeling?” I murmur, my hands needing to touch her tousled hair.
“Good,” she says, letting me slant her face for a kiss.
“Mmm. Me too. I want some,” Jonas says, making me chuckle against Chas’ lips.
She grins up at me. “I love that sound,” Chastity says shyly.
It’s not until Jonas pulls her head back for a kiss that I realize she means my laugh. I wish I could laugh more for her.
Kissing down her body, I decide an orgasm is just as good. Chastity moans, writhing between us as I suck and grope my way down to her pussy. Levi snores and I smirk. The old man clearly can’t keep up with us.
Licking up her core, I lift her leg over my shoulder, pushing away the blankets.
“Mmm, I need you to tell me if you’re sore, Baby Girl. Because I can’t think of anything better than fucking you while Ash eats your sweet pussy,” Jonas groans.
“Yes… I want that so much.” Chastity sighs as I push two fingers inside of her.
“So damn tight,” I growl, sucking hard on her clit as she bucks her hips.