Page 34 of A Dangerous Game
Should I click on the video? Quickly, I make sure it’s not fucking Duke and Sinclair because that is just too much. I click on the link and the video is buffering. Once it’s on que, she starts talking.
“Hello, daddy,” she murmurs and pumps her lips up.
“Have you been a good girl?” A voice in the background asks but doesn’t show his face yet.
Sinclair smiles and nods. Her body is bent in perfect submission and I want her to be in that position with me. “Yes, I have.”
“Crawl over here and give me your sexy little mouth.”
Sinclair gives him a little smile and follows the directions. My eyes are transfixed as the camera moves to shoot the angle of her ass. From behind, I watch as the man shoves a dick in her face and she licks her lips before wrapping them around the head. In my mind, I am able to pretend it’s me and I love it.
“Little girl, open your mouth and let me see your little tongue.”
She obeys immediately and her tongue licks along her lips. I watch as she wiggles it and then slides it back into her mouth. “Can I continue to suck your dick?”
I watch the whole thing before I allow myself to come. I was caught up in her. Everything that she said and did, I felt my body yearn for her. How can she have this power over me? It doesn’t seem fair. Before I could stop it, I felt the hot jets of my come fill up the tip of my hand. After a good three thrusts, I’m satisfied that I have finished and exit out of the video.
Sinclair is so beautiful. Yeah, she’s a fucking porn star so she has to be. But there is something more and I’m dying to find out what it is.
*
I am awoken by my insistent phone ringing by head on my bed. It’s loud and it’s just of beeps so it doesn’t bother too many people. I hate being in public places and those fucking teenagers have some loud song as their ring tone. It’s rude and annoying.
With a grunt, I stab my finger at the button to answer the phone. “Yeah?”
There’s a breathy intake on the other end of the phone and then I hear: “Is this Caleb Benson?”
I know without a shadow of a doubt that Sinclair is on the phone with me. Hell, I watched two more of her videos yesterday and now my hand hurts from jackin’ my dick like I’m thirteen again. “Who’s asking?”
“Look, this is super creepy, but I’m Sinclair Mendoza. Duke’s… uh, coworker. I managed to get him to give me your number. I need your help.”
Just because I’m an asshole, I stop and pretend I’m thinking about who she is. “Uh, Sinclair …?”
That breathy intake happens again and I know I’ve made her nervous. “Oh my god. This is so embarrassing. Never mind.”
Click.
It took me about thirty seconds to realize that she fucking hung up on me and I don’t blame her. I pretended that I didn’t know who she was even though I thought about her all last night. Hell, I jacked off to her so many times last night. I’m an asshole.
A minute later my phone rang and I picked it up without answering it. “Hey, I’m sorry.”
“You fucking should be.”
“Duke?” I took the phone away from my ear and read the name on the caller Id.
“Yeah, it’s fucking me. I told her that this was a bad idea but she told me that she was comfortable with your dumb ass. I should have known.”
I take a deep breath and prepare for Duke’s Spanish Inquisition. Which is funny because he’s Middle Eastern. “Look, I didn’t want her to know that I was thinking about her all yesterday. I know it was a dick move.” The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them.
He takes a deep breath and then says: “You aren’t going to hook up with her. I’m not allowing it. The both of you are too fucked up for that. And I’m not allowing my best bud to sleep with my favorite co-worker.”
“Why, does she suck dick that good?”
“You are a fucking asshole. I’m going to kick your ass.”
Shit, did I say that out loud?
“You are going to fix this and if you don’t- so help me, Caleb. She needs your help. That bitch, Charlotte, is trying to take custody of her girls and if she does… Those twins were born addicted to cocaine. Sinclair had to spend all of her savings to get them help.”
