Page 22 of Gambler's Conceit
I hum around Vortex’s cock instead of protesting, and Vortex grips my shoulders more firmly as he quivers.
“So happy,” Vortex agrees. “Did… Did you try his mouth, boss?” His voice is halting, like he’s scared to ask the question, but at the same time, he doesn’t seem to know how to keep his mouth closed. I’d noticed that before, but it’s especially evident now.
“I did.” Caleb moves his hand down to my mouth and runs a finger along my lips. “He’s good. Well-practiced. And being such a good boy right now.”
“Yeah,” Vortex says. “Can… Can you take more?”
I hesitate. I’d been so proud of my prowess with Caleb, but I’m just not sure if I can handle Vortex without embarrassingmyself. The fact that he’s asking is so surreal, though, and he’s being impossibly kind about the whole thing.
Finally, I nod, then I start to try to swallow him down. It’s too much, though, too fast, and I gag. I have to pull back, sputtering.
“Shh. It’s all right.” Caleb gently massages my jaw. “Open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out. Vortex will come on your tongue.”
But my pride doesn’t let me give up, and I push harder again—to the same result, and frustration overwhelms some of the sorrow, some of the pain, that I’d felt only moments before. I come back off coughing, thinking I’m going to vomit, and Vortex’s touch is soft on my shoulders.
“Take it easy, Seven,” he says gruffly.
Because I can’t stand the thought of embarrassing myself more, I do. I suck and lick what I can, lifting my hand to stroke what can’t fit into my mouth. He doesn’t seem to mind, shuddering and cursing as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
His cock starts to swell as he teeters there, then with a groan, he spills onto my tongue. I close my mouth around him, sucking down his cum, and he lets out a strangled sound. His fingers flex around my shoulders, becoming bruisingly hard, but I don’t mind it.
He relaxes his grasp when the last of his seed explodes across my tongue, letting go of me when I finally start to pull away. “Fuck,” he pants, but instead of sounding pleased, he sounds a little… panicked, I think.
“Well done,” Caleb murmurs against my ear. I shudder at the words, hating how glad I am that he isn’t still pissed off at me. I don’t fight him when he gets me to lean back and rest my head against his thigh.
For a few moments, the only sound is Vortex’s loud breaths. Caleb keeps gently stroking my hair.
“I should… I should go clean up,” Vortex says, and now he just sounds downright spooked.
I glance up at him, frowning. “This was my choice,” I say, realizing my tears have long since dried on my face. Maybe there’s something to be said for distracting myself in such a familiar way. Or maybe it’s just because he was almostkind.
Vortex’s gaze flicks past me to Caleb. “Yeah,” he says roughly. “I’ll be right back, boss.”
I sit back on my heels, wincing as my sore ass touches the backs of my legs.
Caleb huffs softly, but he keeps stroking my head gently.
I stay quiet, letting Caleb soothe me in a way that should feel wrong, considering the fact that he’s the reason I need to be soothed in the first place. But after a few minutes, I finally say, “I… I want something. For doing this. For playing along, for being a whore for you and your men.”
Caleb keeps petting me. “You aren’t in much of a position to make demands, Seven. But all right. What do you want?”
I bristle even though he’s not wrong. “I don’t want to be trapped in here. I won’t try to run again. I’ll do what you want. I’ll be a goodpetfor you. But I’maskingyou topretty please,” I emphasize the words, “not keep me locked up.”
Caleb sighs. “I can give you the hotel and the casino grounds,” he says softly. “But the moment you step outside? I can’t guarantee what might happen—or who might find out that you’re here. And some of that truly is outside of my control.”
I want to tell him that he could control running his mouth. He’d made it clear that it just mightslip. But I’m not going to poke the hornet’s nest, so instead I say, “I’ll play boyfriend or whatever it is you want from me. I won’t go telling anyone that I don’t want to be here. I’ll stay on the premises. But I can’t stay locked away. I can’t. You don’t…” Tears well up in my eyes again,pissing me off, but there’s nothing I can do about them but let them fall. “You don’t understand.”
He meets my eyes, and I don’t know what he sees, but he nods. “The casino grounds and the hotel. I’ll let the staff know you have free rein—within reason.” After a few moments, he adds, “Please don’t attempt to seduce the guards again. Poor Richie was very disconcerted and worried about the boss finding out.”
“Richie?” I echo.
Caleb gives me a small smile. “The guard you ‘slipped away’ from? He alerted me once you were in the gift shop.”
Of course he had. No wonder Vortex had been there, just waiting to intercept me on my way out.
“All right,” I say, adding a little cheekily as I wipe my tears, “I won’t seduce your guards unless you tell me to.” A thought crosses my mind. “What about Vortex?”
Caleb shrugs. “You won’t need to do much seducing to get him in bed again, I suspect.”