Page 68 of Faithless
“Yes, please,” she begged. “Destroy me, Butcher. Tear me apart like a filthy whore on the street.”
I hate this. I hate this. Holy fucking shit, I hate this.
No amount of touching myself was working, so I racked my brain for ideas. The last thing I wanted to do was touch her with my fingers or mouth. She loved when I shoved her head down on my cock, but I didn’t want to do that either, plus then she’d know I wasn’t getting hard. We weren’t allowed to use toys because the risk of injury to the guests was too high.
God damn it, what the fuck was I going to do?
I released Blair’s throat and lifted off of her. Before she could complain, I roughly manhandled her into another position, pressing down on her upper back so that her face and chest were shoved into the couch cushions.
“Oh yes!” she cried out, lifting her hips in the air to rub her ass against me. “Take my ass, Daddy. Shove it in, and fuck me rough.”
God, if she would just shut up, I might be able to fantasize about something else to get through this. But that grating voice and those demands that made my skin crawl kept me firmly in the limp zone.
“You’remylittle whore to use.” I lifted the sheer, shimmery fabric of her gown over her hips, staring at her bare, wet cunt in an attempt to feel any-fucking-thing below the waist. “Be quiet so the other gladiators don’t take you from me.”
“Oh, I would love for the others to use me! I want all of them to defile me and stuff me full of cum.”
Yeah, right. She’d end up dead if that were to really happen. I wouldn’t wish such a fate on anyone.
When Blair arched deeper and pressed back, I stopped her with a hand on her hip to keep her from rubbing on me again. The grab was rough. She mistook it for things getting started and practically trembled with anticipation.
“Ohh yes! Give it to me hard, and make it hurt. I can’t wait any longer.”
Well, that was definitely not happening. And so much for keeping quiet. The seconds ticked by, and it was becoming increasingly clear that this wouldn’t end well for me. I couldn’t stall anymore, and no part of me had the stomach to even fake it through this.
Sorry, Rori. I’m going to be in rough shape when you see me.
I stood from the couch and lowered my gaze to the floor. “I’m very sorry, Blair. But I can’t perform the duties as requested.”
“What?” I heard a rustle of fabric as she most likely moved from her position, and my downcast gaze saw her feet touch the floor. “What do you mean, Butcher?”
“Regrettably, I am unable to perform, ma’am. My sincerest apologies.” I was supposed to offer another gladiator to her, but no way would I subject any of the guys to this headfuck.
“What are you talking about? You’re a male in your prime, what’s wrong with you?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know. Maybe my training this morning exerted me too much.” I didn’t even know why I was making excuses. It was all bullshit that didn’t matter.
“Fucking idiot,” she huffed. “If you can’t do it yourself, I willmakeyou perform.”
Blair got up from the couch and approached me, making a grab for the front of my pants. My arm shot out on pure instinct, catching her wrist in my grip.
“Don’t touch me,” I hissed.
She looked at me with surprise at first, then pure loathing as she pulled her arm free. “You don’t have the right to refuse me! You are here to do exactly what I want and nothing less. So do as you’re told, gladiator, or I’ll have you locked in the black box.”
I ground my molars. The rotten bitch would threaten me with the sensory deprivation dungeon, the same prison that drove the crazed knight mad for months before they sent him out to be killed by me.
Blair apparently took my silence for compliance, her hands going to the waistband of my pants again. That action, that fucking entitlement, pushed all the threats and consequences from my mind.
Fuck the consequences. I wasn’t a sex toy anymore.
I shoved Blair back by her shoulders. “I said don’t fucking touch me!”
Her arms windmilled as she fell back on her ass. I’d pushed her harder than I meant to, but she wasn’t hurt, just stunned that I kept exercising a right I supposedly didn’t have.
“The panic button is under the coffee table. Call them in, fuck it. I don’t care. As long as I don’t have to fuck you anymore.” I started pacing, just waiting for her to give the order to send me to whichever hell she chose.
“What did you say?” Blair asked in a low, malicious voice as she moved slowly, easing herself back up to the couch.
