Page 20 of Fetch

They laugh and agree with me as we run and gun our way through the cavernous maze. But I keep one eye trained on the tracker. She’s at Push. Fuck. Remembering what happened last time she went to a club makes my stomach turn. Why the fuck would she rather be out drinking than playing with me?

We make it to the end of the quest in record time. Rage and Skat shower me with a barrage of praises for helping them finally complete it.

“Anytime,” I reply. “But I’m about to pass the fuck out now. Long day.”

“For sure, for sure,” Rage says.

We say our goodbyes and virtually high-five before I log off and power everything down. I grab my mask and throw my hood up over my head. It’s time to go see what my girl is up to. I tuck my hunting knife into my combat boot, snatch the keys to my bike off the counter, and head out.

I ignore the looks from people as I stalk through the club wearing my glow-in-the-dark mask under my hood. Some of the women and men look intrigued, smirking at me with glazed eyes. Eye fucking me as if they have the right. The blade against my calf is practically begging to come out and play.

Strobe lights hit the dancefloor to the sounds of bass-heavy house music. The rest of the bar is lit up in pink and purple neon lights. It’s a spectacle designed to seduce. To lower your inhibitions. A hunting ground for hungry deviants. But Roxy is off-limits. I just have to find her first.

I walk into another room and blink to adjust to the black lights. Swirls of filigree and ancient symbols dance across the walls—a cheap projector trick to invoke more lore and debauchery. The music is haunting in here, dark chords that drip feral.

My cock twitches when I see her. In a dark corner, wearing a short, black dress and sneaker pumps, Roxy sways her hips to the music. BratBaby—Juniper—is on the dancefloor, squished between two gym rats covered in body paint. I saddle up to one of them and pull him close.

“Keep this girl on the dance floor and away from her friend for the next hour. And I’ll double it when I’m done.” I slip a hundred-dollar bill into the sweaty man’s hand.

He nods and goes back to dry humping Juniper’s leg. Fucking hell. If these walls could only talk…

Flashbacks of all the fucked-up things I’ve done in here, back before I was sober, threaten to consume me. This place is wild. I’ve lost track of all the times I’ve snorted cocaine off that sleek obsidian bar. But there’s only one drug I want tonight. I take a deep breath and stalk toward my pretty girl.

I nestle up behind her, pressing my chest to her back, and sway against her to the music. She starts to turn around, but I grab her hips and hold her in place. I hear her breath hitch.

“Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water…” I croon in her ear.

She freezes. “Fuck,” she murmurs.

I press my masked face against her cheek. “Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after,” I continue to whisper.

The bass thumps from the other room while the speakers in this room play a deep melodic melody fluttered by a cacophony of violins and piano keys. I snake my arm around her waist and pull her tighter to my chest.

A soft whimper escapes her lips. “Jack?”

My cock twitches. “Mmm, correct.”

“What do you want from me?” she rasps.

I slide my other hand around her chest and grip her throat. “I want you to worship me on your knees.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh god.”

“I’m your fucking god now.” I slide my hand down her waist and pull up the hem of her dress until I find the inside of her fleshy thigh. I grab onto it and squeeze. “I want you spread open… legs pressed back… hands tied… nipples swollen… while I devour your pussy like it’s my last fucking meal on this earth.”

Another whimper flutters out from between her full lips. She clenches her legs together, locking my hand in between them. “How did you find me, Jack?”

I inch my hand higher, forcing her to release her death grip on it. “No matter where you go, I’ll find you, Roxy.”

The lights dim again, casting us into a deeper level of darkness. The music changes; electronic synthesizers take hold of the speakers. A strobe light flashes over us, pulsing as hard as the ache in my cock.

She’s so soft. So fucking pliable. I walk forward, nudging her farther into the corner until she’s facing the wall. “You’re mine now.”

I chuckle as she arches her back against me. I lift my hand again, inching her dress up even more until it’s barely covering her ass. I’m blocking her from the crowd, and it’s so fucking dark in here that this show is only for me.

“Jack… you can’t do this. I don’t know you. Please,” she pleads.

“Shhh. Put your hands on the wall.” I lean into her until her breasts crush against it.

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