Page 25 of Vicious Punks
“What is happening?” I whisper in disbelief, not looking for an answer, but he pauses as he slides his hand back up to the curve of my ass.
“Pleasure and pain go together like the sun and moon. You can’t have one without the other. But I can stop if you want me to?” I can hear the smile in his voice, the soft whisper like the devil on my shoulder.
The bastard.
“No. No, keep… keep going.” I hang my head, terrified of these sensations coursing through me, but I want more.
“That’s what I thought. Good girl.” He makes a pleased hum under his breath, causing my thighs to rub together at the vibrating sound.
He gathers my boyshorts and tugs them up between my buttcheeks, exposing more of my ass under his heated gaze. At this point, I don’t care if anyone sees me or hears the sound of the moans coming out of my mouth as he brings his hand down again, five times in quick succession. Back and forth, he switches from spanking me and comforting me until my ass is burning, the blood pooled to the surface and leaves behind a pleasurable sting that has me biting my lip.
“I bet I could make you come with just this alone.” He leans down to the side of my body, grasping my chin and turning my head to look at him.
Meeting his gaze head on, his eyes are talking enough without him having to say anything. Control, power, and lust burn in his emerald eyes, turning to a dark green as he slides my panties to the side.
“If I touch you now, am I going to find you wet? Your thighs shiny with juices and sweat, dripping just for me?” His voice comes out deeper than before, hotly guttural, like it’s rolling over my skin and making it’s way over my entire body in a heat wave.
I can’t answer him, scared of what’s going to come out of my mouth. Am I going to beg him to fuck me, when I’m the one who’s suppose to be doing the seduction for revenge? I stare with wide eyes into his, he doesn’t blink until he slowly shakes his head and sighs in disappointment. Without warning, he runs those skilled fingers over my pussy lips slowly and dips inside to gather the juices that are currently coating my thighs. There would be no hiding it even if I wanted to, it’s obvious how wet I am just from him spanking me. He lets go of me suddenly, making me almost lose my balance and fall towards the ground before I catch myself. I quickly stand up straight to confront him, wondering why he stopped.
I freeze on the spot as I stare with my mouth pooling with saliva because it suddenly becomes difficult to swallow. Nicky brings his fingers to his mouth and slips them between his parted lips, sucking my juices off and sliding them out completely clean as he stares down at me.
“Nighty night, Tillie,” he whispers, that lopsided smile appearing again just as I feel a sharp pinch on the side of my neck.
Confused, I glance down to see a syringe in his left hand and I’m confused when I glance back up to him as my world tilts. My legs collapse under me and I find myself in his arms as he carries me around to the backseat of the car.
“Do you always carry around a tranquilizer?” I mumble, my vision blurry as he lays me down on the seat, cradling my head as he uses his leather jacket to place under me as a pillow.
“You never know. Now go to sleep, you're going to need it by the time you wake up,” he says and slides one finger down my cheek with a quiet chuckle.
I must have died, there’s no way Nicky just laughed. Those are my last thoughts as my world turns dark.
* * *
“When she wakes up,get her ready. She wants to hide shit from us, then she’s going to be more involved in what we do, so she’ll have no way of escaping this life.”
It sounds like Logan, but his voice comes out distant, almost like I’m dreaming and I’m wondering if I really am.
“I already found out she was born in the club so there’s a connection somewhere there. Do you think she was involved in drugs disappearing on the night of the race somehow?”
That’s Nicky’s voice, it sounds like he’s right next to me. I turn my head towards him, not being able to open my eyes which feel heavy and glued shut.
“Jesus, Nicky. How much of the tranquilizer did you give her? Enough to knock out a horse?”
Why does Logan sound so angry, the jerk better not be angry with me. I didn’t do anything… wait. Did he say tranquilizer? Flashes of my memory pop up like a movie, leaving me feeling dizzy. Those fuckers. I feel like I’m floating and so physically exhausted that this must be the most sleep I’ve ever had. I’m drifting away again before I can give them a piece of my mind.
* * *
I blink my eyes open,squinting at the blinding light trying to kill me and throw my arm over my eyes with a long groan of irritation. Did I get drunk last night? This feels like the world's worst hangover in history. I take a deep breath, feeling tired still but needing to go see where the hell I am. I hear a noise that sounds like quiet typing and move my arm to turn my head towards the sound.
The first thing I see is the dark grey walls, and the light grey fabric of the comforter covering me up to my mouth. Feeling weak as a newborn kitten and foggy headed, I grip the comforter and pull it down from my face to peak around. The typing stops as I meet green eyes over the soft edge of the comforter and I can see my own eyes widening in his glasses before he takes them off, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“Good, you're finally awake. I didn’t know how much of your snoring and cuddling I could take. You practically attached yourself to me the whole time you’ve been knocked out,” he states, looking down at me before turning back to his laptop.
“That’s right! You shot me up with drugs!” I tug the blanket the rest of the way off, completely furious, and launch myself at him.
His computer slides off his lap to the side on the bed as he catches my forearms in a grip to stop me from scratching his eyes out. But luckily, I still have my teeth. Turning my head, I clamp onto his arm and hold tight as he stops moving. Reality quickly comes crashing down on me as I find myself sitting right directly over his hardening dick, covered by his grey sweats. Why is he shirtless? Still biting him, I peak out of the corner of my eye to see his eyes closed and his lips twitching before he starts laughing. A deep chuckle that vibrates through my body and makes me shudder on top of him.
“Are you seriously biting me? I would have never taken you for a biter when I shoved my cock into your mouth, but it’s good to know now.” He opens his eyes while his lips spread into a half smirk and his white teeth flash.
