Page 21 of Gambler's Conceit

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Page 21 of Gambler's Conceit

I can still feel his erection against my ass.

“Shh,” Caleb says gently. He wipes the tears from the corners of my eyes. “Good job. You took that well.”

I laugh brokenly, shaking my head. I didn’t take that well. I took that like a little bitch.

His eyes meet mine. “This next part isn’t punishment. But we should reward Vortex for keeping you safe. Do you want to do that?”

Do I want to?

“Does it matter?” I ask bitterly.

“Hey, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do,” Vortex says, but his hands ghost down my arms. He wants it. He wants it badly.

“We could go to bed instead. You can take the guest room with Nacho and Vortex, or you stay here with me,” Caleb says. He inclines his head. “One of us will be in the room with you, but you can choose which one.”

“I hate both of you,” I mumble, closing my eyes.

This is wrong. This is all wrong. I’m not handling this well.

I shouldn’t be crying like a baby. I should be gathering myself, working toward manipulating them so that the next time I run, Icanget out.

Flipping the switch like that should be second nature, but… It’s different now. It’s different here.

Caleb strokes my back soothingly. “You don’t have to like me. But you do need to give me an answer if you want any choice at all.”

“Yeah,” I say, my voice weary, and I brush away at tears that seem like they’re never going to stop falling. “Yeah, I’ll do it. I’ll blow him, or whatever he wants.”

Vortex tenses behind me. “Hey, I don’t?—”

“Shut up if you want a blowjob,” I say, hiccuping despite the heat I try to put into my words.

Caleb sighs, but he directs me to kneel between his legs on the floor, facing out toward Vortex. “All right, pet. Suck him off in thanks for looking out for you.”

All right. I can do this. I can get in their good graces. I can…

Fuck, I don’t know if Ican. I sniffle again, feeling pathetic, but I’ll be even more pathetic if I can’t even give a blowjob.

It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t take much out of me, not anymore.

I squeeze my eyes tightly closed, even as I blindly reach out to unfasten Vortex’s belt.

“Hey—” he starts to say again, but before he can get the rest of his words out, my hand is on his cock, and he shuts up with a hissed-in breath.

“Wow,” Caleb says. “I knew you were packing, Vortex, but that will definitely be a mouthful for Seven.” He pets the back of my head gently, without forcing me down.

Vortex doesn’t force me either, but he doesn’t have to. Even as tears continue to slide down my cheeks, I lean forward so Ican nuzzle against his crotch. Heisabove average in length and girth, but he’s not the biggest I’ve taken, either.

And if I’m going to impress them—if I’m going to have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting through this in one piece—I have to do this properly.

I lean forward, trying to stop sniffling, and take the tip of his cock past my lips.

Vortex groans, thrusting slightly forward, and the head of his cock slides into my mouth, over my tongue and threatening to breach my throat in that single motion.

He could choke me, just like that, but he’s surprisingly gentle. He rubs my shoulders, groaning in appreciation as I suck him. For all that I pride myself on not gagging, I have a feeling I won’t be able to help it when it comes to Vortex’s monster.

“Good boy,” Caleb murmurs, carding his fingers through my hair. “You’re making us both very happy, Seven.”

I’m not even doing anything for Caleb, but I’m not going to point that out. If he wants to be happy because I’m sucking someone else off, then so be it. At least he’s not fucking me like an animal while I blow Vortex.




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