Page 61 of Jagged Souls
Grubs sees himself as a nice guy. That means he’ll be easy to manipulate. I just need to stroke his ego, then get him to do some foreplay without the V. The idea of faking moans with his head between my legs twists my stomach, but I only have to endure this for one hour.
Four fifteen-minute blocks.
For a split second, I think about screaming. If the others like their beauty sleep, they might beat the shit out of Grubs for interrupting it. But there’s too big of a risk that Sadist just decides to join in. There won’t be any talking with him, no foreplay. And if he beats me unconscious or just breaks a few bones, then I might struggle to walk out of here on my own. If someone has to carry me, it’ll fuck us both over.
So I keep my mouth shut until Grubs gets close enough to hear me whisper, a pink vial in his hand. Then I plaster on the smile I use for seducing targets.
“I was hoping you would come visit me before the others woke up,” I say as I look him up and down. “The way you fucked me yesterday has me sodesperateto feel your cock again.”
He stumbles a step, his eyes widening. Then his surprise quickly gives way to a puffed out chest and cocky grin.
“I like your cock so much better than the others. You actually know how to use your big, bad boy.” I glance down at the small tent in his underwear. I’m laying it on too thick for most people, but “nice guys” are egotistical narcissists. He eats it all up with hungry eyes.
“Can I feel your tongue and fingers today?”
His eyes light up as he hurries the rest of the way over to me. “Of course, princess. You can play with Daddy’s cock today with your mouth too, and I can play with your pussy.”
His words almost slap me out of my fake persona, but I hold onto it like a fucking professional.
Taking his directional cues, I say, “Thank you, Daddy.” I arch my back a little and lift my hips. “I’ve been dreaming about you all night.”
“So have I,” he says as he reaches out to cup my breasts.
“Tell me what you’ve been dreaming about doing to me,” I say as I bite my lip.
He stands between my legs, his eyes roaming across my body. “I was thinking about sucking on your tits for hours.”
“Oh, please do it, Daddy.” I arch my back, hoping like hel that’s all he does until Varius gets here. I’ll never be able to get clean of his touch, but at least I will be able to live with myself.
Leaning down, he takes my breast into his mouth. He sucks on me like he’s a fucking vacuum. I don’t think he’s ever made a girl come in his life. Still, I start to moan. “Oh gods, Daddy. Thank you. You’re so good to me.”
He likes me thanking him. Likes me calling him Daddy. If I can get him to come in his pants, he’ll need a while to recover. Perhaps an entire fifteen-minute block…
He places the vial of V down on the table, not far from my elbow, then starts to grope me with both hands. I turn my head towards the pink potion, wondering if I can knock it off “by accident.” Will that draw attention to it, or will I get away with it?
Deciding to hide it under me so he’ll have to spend some time looking for it, I reach for it with my left hand. Fuck. He has placed it somewhere I can’t quite get. Gritting my teeth, I strain against my binds while he’s distracted by my chest. The leather cuts into my skin. My hand bends so far around it hurts. My fingers flick back and forth as I almost manage to –
Feeling his head start to lift, I slap my other hand over the back of it and hold him to me as I curl my fingers into his hair. “Keep sucking on my tits,” I moan as I arch my back, pushing myself into him.
Maybe if I can rock the table a little, I can reach it…
No.
I don’t want to make enough noise to wake the others.
“Oh gods, your tongue feels so good on my tits, Daddy. You’re going to make me come.”
I wriggle beneath him as I increase my moans. He starts to suck on my nipples faster. His technique somehow gets even worse. His teeth scrape across me a couple of times, but I finally manage to grab the damn vial.
Moving quickly, I lift my head up, place the V between my shoulder blades, and then lie back down. I suffer three minutes of his gnawing before I fake an orgasm. I go all out, making him feel like a man, stroking his ego.
I grip his hair hard. Hard enough to pull a few strands loose so I can give them to Khalid in case I don’t get to kill him before I escape.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say as I glance at the windows of the gym. Does the sky look lighter now? Either way, that has to have been fifteen minutes. Just three more blocks to go…
“I love making you feel good, princess. I’m going to eat your pussy now,” Grubs says as he peppers my chest with kisses. “Daddy’s going to make you come so hard.” He licks me down to my navel.
“Wait,” I blurt, trying to think of a way of stopping him when I’m supposed to be into all this. He’s going too fast if that was his idea of ‘hours’ of nipple play.
