Page 51 of Brutal

“What feeling would you like, Sir?” I ask, and it takes more effort than I expect to keep my dispassionate tone.

“You know I want you to pretend you’re into it,” Brutal says. “I hate this shit. Ugh.” He shoves me back, hard, and I almost lose my balance. “Why is this so fucking hard for you? Huh?”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say, pasting on a smile. “Please, may I suck your cock, Sir? You’re so big, I get hot just thinking about you.”

He rolls his eyes and grips his cock, which has softened slightly. It wakes back up to his touch, though, and he starts to jerk himself off right in front of my face. “Hold still then,” he says. “If you’re so hard up for my dick, just stay there and open your whore mouth.”

I open my mouth, although I’m not looking forward to the bitter taste of his cum.

At the last moment, he slides his cock into my mouth, shooting his entire load directly onto my tongue. I force myself not to react, not to give him anything, no matter how disgusted I am by all of it.

He takes a deep breath, watching me. “All right. You can swallow,” he says after a moment.

I do, glad to be rid of his cum, but of course he doesn’t let me go to the bathroom to rinse my mouth of the taste.

“Now lie back on the bed,” Brutal directs me.

I don’t know if I like where this is going. I almost make a comment about whether he’s up for it, but at this point I’m probably better off just letting him do whatever he wants to me and hoping he gets bored of it.

He seems to have forgotten about the wax, at least.

He gets up on the bed, spreading my legs. I’d thought he’d forgotten about my clit, about any terrible pleasure he could wring out of me, but he goes right for the kill.

I don’t know how a man with such a short attention span — and fuse — who obviously hates women as much as he does can get off on eating me out, but he goes at it with gusto.

The pleasure starts to build, despite how little I want it to, and I bite down on my lips to stifle my sounds. It would be so much easier if he could just be done with me, if he didn’t go out of his way to make me feel good.

I don’t understand why he’s doing this. He doesn’t like me, no matter how much I’d taunted him about it. He sees me as a toy, as a tool.

When he finally loses interest in me, the way he seems to lose interest in everything, I’ll be discarded just like all his other toys.

He doesn’t lose interest in me now, though. Instead, he continues to lick my clit, getting at just the right angle to make an unwanted moan spill past my lips. That seems to spur him on, and he grabs my thighs, pushing even faster, harder until I’m trembling from the base of my spine.

Then the pleasure sweeps over me, laying me utterly flat as I succumb to it, and Brutal looks up at me with what I might call an earnest look on anyone else.

“That is how you do it,” he mutters.

He wipes his face then gets up, slamming the door to his bathroom behind him and leaving me all alone.

I curl onto my side. The rest of the wax cracks and falls off me, and I’m left wondering if he’s actually going to tell me anything about Irene.

I clutch the sheets and squeeze my eyes shut.

CHAPTER 13

Mimosa

I thought he’d been joking when he said he was going to host a party. It’s so last minute, and you can’t just throw a party and expect people to show up without advance notice, right?

Apparently you can when you have more money than god. Brutal hired some people to cater and decorate. He also hired a stylist for me, and I’d had to nod along while she picked out my thousand-dollar dress with maybe two square feet of fabric, if that.

It’s all so surreal, and maybe that’s why I’m playing along with it.

People file in, excited to meet Drake Brutal and see exactly what a penthouse condo in the most exclusive building of New Bristol looks like.

I wander from room to room, dazed by the sheer energy in the room. The couches are all packed. People mingle and set their drinks and trays all over. Out on the rooftop patio, people are lounging by the heated pool.

And everybody is drinking, smoking, or worse.

---