Page 69 of Make Me Bleed
“That’s my good boy. Look at you. So hard for me. You want to come already, don’t you, baby?”
I block out his words, instead focusing on the twist of the fist in the camera, the way his glans disappears before peeking back through, wet and shining, and I’m desperate to lick at him, to clear the fluid and taste it myself. To make sure it’s just as salty and musky as I remember…
“Shit,” I groan, back arching. Sweat beads along my skin in the warmth of the room, and I feel myself drawing closer to the edge.
“That’s it, baby… come for me,” Lars moans loudly, nearly yanking me out of my head, but I grit my teeth and shove him out as Peris’s face flutters to the forefront, and I lose myself to it… tohim.
“Oh, fuck…” I moan loudly as my cock jerks, and I spill onto myself in hot spurts. I lie there panting, staring up at the textured ceiling that comes in and out of focus.
“That was good,” Lars says with a groan a few minutes later, startling me, and I jerk in place, phone slipping out of my hand.
“Y-yeah,” I say once I’ve got a grip on it again and bring it near my face. “I’ve gotta go.”
“So soon?” he teases, and I roll my eyes.
“You know the drill, baby. We’ll talk soon.”
“Yes, we will. Take care, Oliver.” And then, I hit the end button and toss my phone to the side.
“Fuck,” I mutter and shake my head. Swiping up a dirty shirt off the floor, I clean off my belly and yank on some sweatpants and Peris’s sweatshirt before making my way out to the living room.
It’s late, and it’s dark, and it’s the perfect time to get high.
With a grin, I swipe a half-smoked joint and a lighter off the coffee table and step out onto the balcony. The air is frigid, and I shiver, but I welcome the breeze as I drop down onto the metal chair and light the end with relish.
The first inhale is like my first breath, and my eyes roll back as the smoke fills my lungs, burning its way through me. I hold it in for a few moments before blowing it out in a steady stream, and unfortunately, I fucking cough one of my lungs up.
By the time I’ve finished hacking, my eyes are watering, and my throat is on fire, but it’sfine.Whatever. I hit the joint again,a smaller inhale this time though, and welcome the lesser burn and no coughing.
When I finally feel heavy and relaxed enough, I let my head fall back as I stare up at the stars that stain the night sky.
Could I really be done with it all?
Is that something that’s even possible?
I just thought this is the way it was always going to be. Me… fucking men for their money because how else was I going to get what I needed? I don’t have a high school diploma—I dipped out before I got it. I don’t have any previous job experience.
It pays too damn good to pass up…
And I’m just not worth anything more than this.
I pull in a deep, shaky breath and flick the roach of the joint over the rail of the balcony, uncaring about anything as I watch it sail over the edge. The wind catches it, and it veers to the right before disappearing.
Now, what do I do?
That’s the big question, isn’t it?
Peris pretty much gave me an ultimatum.
Him or my work.
And it’s not like Iwantto do this; I’ve just never had a choice. And then, I found Mo, and I’ve been doing this to save up to make sure she’ll always be taken care of if anything were to happen, but with what Stella was telling me… maybe I don’t have to worry so much about that.
And I do have a lot saved up already…
But do I want to be with someone who wants to control me and what I do like that?
I snort at the thought. As if Peris hasn’t always been this way. He’s just more… blunt about it now.
