Page 16 of Wrecked By You
All the bathrooms in my club were separate stalls rather than one large communal restroom, including the staff facilities. Perfect for what I had in mind to teach Justine a lesson she wouldn’t forget in a hurry, and with any luck, it would force her to change direction from this dangerous path she’d insisted on walking. I slowed as I approached the first stall, waiting for her to catch up.
She drew alongside me and trailed a red-tipped fingernail up my arm. I snapped my hand around her arm and shoved her into the bathroom. Kicking the door closed, I spun her to face the wall and slammed her up against it.
“How do you want it, darlin’?” I sank my teeth into her shoulder. “You like it rough, don’t you?”
She groaned, sticking her hips back and grinding her ass against my flaccid dick. “Yes, Johannes. Yes,” she replied breathily.
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
“I do, baby. I really do.”
She reached behind to feel me up. I captured both her hands and planted them on the wall.
“You want me to pound your tight little cunt?”
“Yes. Yes!”
“What about your ass? I don’t have lube, so I’d be going in dry. What about it, sweetcheeks? You’d let me fuck your ass until you bled? You want me that much, huh, babe? ‘Cause that’s what I like. I like to make a woman bleed for me. Maybe a little knife play. A few nicks here and there. Nothing too dangerous.”
She stiffened, her body tautening under my hold.
Bingo. Time to press my advantage.
“What about breath play? Would you let me choke you as I came until you almost passed out? You want to please me, don’t you, darlin’?”
“I-I…”
“Sure you do. Otherwise, why else would you come to my club every weekend and give me those fuck-me eyes?” I squeezed her wrists, not too hard but hard enough that she’d feel a twinge of pain. “You said you liked it rough. You weren’t lying to me, were you, babe?”
A strangled noise sounded in her throat. “Johannes, please.”
She wriggled. I leaned into her.
“What about whips? Canes? Floggers? I like to dole out a little pain with my orgasms. You still wanna play, sweetcheeks?”
Lie after lie spilled from my lips, but it was all for a good cause. This girl had been giving me vibes for weeks, vibes that weren’t “how about a fun roll in the hay for our mutual benefit” but more “you can do whatever you want to me and I won’t fight you.” If I scared the shit out of her now, it might just save her life one day or, at a minimum, save her from being violated by a predator. Like that fuckwit she’d come with tonight.
A sob spilled from her lips. “No. That’s not what I want.”
I immediately released her and stepped back, giving her space. She spun around, hair awry, tears staining her cheeks.
“You’re not who I thought you were.”
“No?” I canted my head. “That’s too bad.”
“You’re a freak! A monster.”
I suppressed a wince. She had no idea how close to the truth she’d come with that statement. But not for the reasons she believed.
“Hmm. Depends on what kink you’re into. Looks as if we’re not a good match after all, huh, sweetcheeks?” I opened the bathroom door and jerked my head. She pushed past me and disappeared into the hallway, the fast-paced clacking of her heels on the floor fading away.
I exited the bathroom.
Ah, fuck.
Ella stood outside, her hand clasped to her mouth, a look of horror streaking across her face. I ran a hand over the top of my head, straining to recall the exact words I’d used to scare off Justine and coming up empty.
“What was that?” she snapped, her eyes filled with condemnation. She’d already made up her mind about what had occurred between me and Justine, and although I didn’t owe her an explanation, I gave her one anyway.