Page 60 of Boys Who Hunt

“Clean every inch of it. I want it spotless.”

She cleans the area in a circle around her until she’s forced to lean up on her knees and elbows, and when she does, I have the most perfect view of her perky ass barely covered by that red thong.

And fuck me. That about does it for me.

“When is it enough?” she asks.

I grab my glass of Coke and take a sip. “When I say it’s enough.”

With rage in her eyes, she grips the brush and starts digging into the floor with it so harshly the bristles nearly break. Just like her after I’m done with her.

I glug down my Coke while watching her struggle, and I spit back a small part into the glass, then pour it out onto the floor. She leans up and throws me an abhorred look, the fire in her eyes burning with the same kind of fury that burns in me.

“Now, clean this mess,” I say, pointing at the puddle of Coke near the table. When she tries to get up, I growl, “No. On your knees and crawl.”

Her eyes twitch, but the smile on my face only grows as she still obeys my every fucking word.

Yes, that’s the face I’m looking for, thief. That’s the one that gets me going, that makes this worth all the fucking money in the world.

On her knees, she crawls to me in her maid outfit until she’s right at the table with the brush. But the second she tries to place it on the floor, I snatch the brush away and watch her reaction.

“Clean the floor, twig.”

She snarls, “How? You have the brush.”

“How do you think?” My tongue darts out, and I slowly lick my lips until the realization finally hits her. “Lick. It. Clean.”

The sheer number of hateful darts she aims in my direction gets me hard.

“That’s it, little thief. Give me all your fucking hatred. I can take it …” I growl, grabbing her chin to make her look at me. “Aslong as you play the victim, I’ll play the fucking monster.” A grin spreads on my face. “Now clean it.”

Ivy

Grindingmy teeth until a chip breaks off, I bend over and lick the floor clean, tasting the same Coke that was just in his mouth.

I have never felt more degraded in my entire life, but I can’t stop either because I signed up for this. My body is theirs to use and play with as they see fit.

Fuck.

I should’ve known he would put me through the worst kind of stuff.

I lick up the liquids, trying not to think about it just having been in his mouth as I clean the floor with my actual tongue until it’s all gone. But his groan … God, the groan that follows makes my entire body clench.

“Good girl,” he says, placing the brush beside him on the couch like it’s some sort of treasure. “See? You can do it.”

“Fuck you,” I spit, looking up at him while hate slowly poisons my heart.

He grips my throat, and I gasp for air. “Beg. Beg for it, and maybe I’ll allow you to feel what it’s like to be fucked by my cock.”

What?! The arrogance.

I spit in his face.

I don’t know what else to do to gain back some semblance of power.

His fingers slowly uncurl from my throat, and he wipes the spit off, then holds his fingers in front of his mouth … and spits. With his other hand, he grips my cheeks and pinches them. “Open your mouth.”

Slowly, my lips part, and his fingers inch closer to my mouth, rubbing my lips with our mixed saliva until he pushes them in. With his eyes locked onto mine, he pushes his fingers in deeper and deeper until his knuckles hit my teeth. “Lick.”