Page 73 of Toxic B!tch
I let out a sharp laugh, then growl, “You evil, sneaky, fucking brazen woman.”
Before she can respond, I scoop her up and carry her into our room, kicking the door shut behind us.
I set her down, watching her stumble slightly, but she catches herself. Her breath hitches, and I feel the pulse of her vulnerability radiating off of her. She doesn't speak, but her eyes flicker with defiance—something I’ve come to expect from her. But right now, it doesn't matter.
I grab her chin, holding it firmly, lifting her face to meet mine. "Get on your knees and suck my dick, Indigo," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, but it's still a command. A demand. One that leaves no room for refusal.
She inhales sharply, her body stiffening. Good. That’s what I want. I want her to feel the power shift between us. I want her to know that I see every little thing, every second that she tries to hide behind that mask.
"What?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
I lean in, just close enough for her to feel the heat of my breath against her skin. I kiss the tip of her nose, the pressure light but possessive. "You made me watch you flirt, made me watch you get that fucking desk worker hard. Now you're going to remind yourself who you belong to."
Her eyes widen, lips parting like she’s about to say something—protest, maybe—but I know her well enough to see the hesitation. The internal battle she’s fighting. I wait, making sure she knows I’m not going to back down. She’s going to bend to this.
I say it again, quieter but sharper this time, "Get on your knees, Indigo."
I expect her to fight me. I expect her to argue, to push back and tell me I’m not usually this dominant. But she doesn’t. Instead, she slowly sinks to her knees, never once breaking eye contact with me. Her movements are deliberate, a silent defiance that only fuels my fire. When she’s kneeling in front of me, her head at my crotch level, she looks up at me through those damnably long lashes and says, "Is this what you want?"
My gaze locks with hers, dark and unyielding. "I want you to show me that you're mine, that you belong to me and no one else."
I unbuckle my pants and free my cock from its confines. It's already rock hard and throbbing with anticipation for what'sabout to happen next. A drop of pre-cum glistens at the tip, and the head is red and swollen with need. Indigo's eyes widen slightly when she sees how much her actions affect me, but she doesn't back down.
Instead, she leans in, brushing her lips against the base of my cock before sliding them upward along the length of my shaft. Her tongue flicks out, wet and warm, as she laps at me like a cat lapping up cream. Her breathing is erratic now, a sign that despite her sass, she's into this too. She moans around me as she takes more of my length into her mouth, her soft lips enveloping me in a wet heat that threatens to undo me right then and there.
I thrust my hips forward slightly, pushing more of myself into her waiting mouth. "That's right," I growl, gripping her hair just a bit tighter. "Suck it like you mean it."
Her teeth graze my sensitive skin lightly enough to send chills down my spine, but not enough to cause real pain. She knows exactly what I like—knows how far she can push me before I lose control completely. Her fingers find their way to my balls, massaging them gently as she takes me to the back of her throat.
Her hands move from my balls to my hips, urging me forward even more. I obey willingly, thrusting into her mouth with abandon. She moans around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
I'm close, so close, and I can't hold back any longer. I can't take much more of this.
"Indigo," I groan, my voice a strangled whisper. "I'm going to?—"
She looks up at me with those dark, lust-filled eyes of hers and does something with her tongue that makes my world explode. I erupt into her mouth, my cum spilling onto her waiting tongue. She doesn't pull away; instead, she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, ensuring not a drop iswasted. Slowly, she pulls off me with a satisfied smirk, her lipstick slightly smudged but no less alluring.
She stands up and tugs on my beard so I'm eye level with her. "You bossing me around is hot as fuck," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "But now I'm wet as hell, and these pants aren't going back on if they come off." Her fingers trail down her body, her eyes never leaving mine. "So I'll get you back tonight. I'm going to ride your face like a bronco, and you're going to like it."
Her words stir something primal inside me, setting my nerves alight with anticipation for what the night will bring. Indigo doesn’t back out of her promises, and I know tonight won’t be an exception. As much as I want to pick her up and carry her back to bed right now, I remind myself that we both have responsibilities to attend to.
Reluctantly, I nod in agreement, the tension between us crackling. "Deal," I say with a smirk. "But for now, we better get back to work."
Indigo knocks on Elias'door, and I stand to the side, waiting. No answer. She knocks again, louder this time, but still nothing.
She smirks, reaching into her pocket to pull out the key she swiped earlier. Without hesitation, she unlocks the door and steps inside. I follow close behind her. His room isn’t as nice as ours—more mundane, nothing lavish, definitely not a suite. It’s simple, a decent-sized bedroom with a small sitting area and a bathroom near the door.
“I’m going to wait here for him. You go hide in the bathroom or the closet or something. If I need you, I’ll holler. Otherwise, let me work,” she says, her voice low but confident.
“I don’t like this,” I grunt.
“You don’t have to like it. You just have to be here. Now, shoo.”
I give her a glare but don’t argue. I step into the closet, ducking under the shelf that holds extra linens. I peek through a crack in the slats and watch as Indigo sits on the bed, scrolling on her phone like she’s not waiting for someone dangerous to walk in. Time drags on. What feels like an hour passes before the door beeps and swings open. I can’t see him, but I hear him.
“What the fuck? Who the hell are you?” Elias' voice cuts through the air.
“A surprise,” Indigo coos, her voice sweet, almost mocking. “You must have been a very good boy.”
