Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
He smiled. “Oh, pretty bird, there is so much punishment coming to you, but I want your pretty little cunt right now, I want to fuck him out of you.”
I arched my back, presented my tits to him and my mouth was so dry, so fucking dry. “Master, please,” I hissed. “Just a little. I deserve pain before love, please, make me pay.”
His eyes feasted on my tits, and it made me sick to the stomach. “Very well,” he snarled. “Good girl, offering them up so sweetly, how could I refuse such a delightful creature?”
He pinched my nipples hard, yanking my tits clean out of my corset, and it hurt, he made it hurt. “Yes...” I breathed. “I deserve this, Master.”
He slapped me, hard, over and over, and my breasts bounced for him, jiggling under the assault. I took it, closed my eyes. He hit me and then he gripped me and twisted, digging his fingers into soft flesh until I yelped. He kept on hurting, biting and slapping and twisting and even fucking punching, but he didn’t fuck me. Thank fucking Christ for small mercies he didn’t fuck me.
But I couldn’t distract him forever.
“FAYE!”
Oh thank fuck for that.
“I’M RIGHT OUTSIDE THIS FUCKING DOOR!”
Andy’s voice was feral, angry. It made my heart flutter.
“I’m here!” I screamed, but Vincent cut off my breath before I could say any more.
“You want him?” he snarled. “You’re still hot for his fucking cock, aren’t you? Dirty little whore, Magpie, you always were so fucking dirty.”
I felt his cock between my legs, he rubbed the head against my clit. “Now,” he said. “I want him to find me loving you.”
I shook my head and he freed my mouth. “You haven’t finished,” I said. “You haven’t finished hurting me. Don’t be a pussy, Master, how can I respect a lousy fucking pussy?”
Oh how his eyes turned dark.
“We’ll see who’s a fucking pussy, pretty bird.” He clenched his fist, raised it high above my tits, and I held my breath, waited for it.
But it didn’t come.
A massive crash and the door was down, splintered clean through.
Andy picked himself up in a heartbeat, and Masque wasn’t far behind him. Finally, I saw the face behind the mask, and even in my crazy, shaking, horrible situation it made me smile.
Vincent was off me before I even realised, on the floor with a crazy man punching the shit out of his face. Size can’t beat rage, that was clear enough, Vincent couldn’t get out from under him, couldn’t even land one back. I pulled my corset up and Masque was at my side,
“Are you ok?” he said, his hand on my arm, so familiar.
I shrugged. “I’ll live, but he might not.” I tipped my head towards Vincent. “Please don’t let Andy kill him, I don’t want him in prison.”
Masque let Andy get another couple in before he dragged him up, and Vincent’s face was a bloodied mess. And I was glad. I had nothing left for him. Nothing at all.
When the red mist vaporised, Masque let Andy go, and he was at me, his hands all over me, checking me. “I’m ok,” I said. “It was nothing, just a couple of bruises.”
“Did he hurt you, Faye?” His eyes were so fucking scared.
I shook my head. “Not nearly so much as usual. I’m fine.”
The door staff turned up just in time to take Vincent from Masque. Vincent was raging, but it was all talk, promising lawyers and all the rest of it. It nearly set Andy off again, but I pulled him back.
“He won’t,” I said. “He’s not that fucking stupid, unfortunately.”
“I’m not scared of lawyers, Faye, I just want to hit the cunt again.” He looked at his bloodied knuckles, then looked at me, really looked at me. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
“I’m fine.” But I wasn’t fine. It was only just the beginning. My eyes went to the crumpled paper at my feet, and he followed them there.
“What is it? What happened in here?”
Masque was still hovering, Topaz, too, but the atmosphere was shifting. I pushed Andy away and they took their cue.
“I’ll, um.. shut this…” Masque said, grabbing the pathetic remnants of a door on his way out. It was a nice gesture.
“What is it?” Andy’s eyes were pools of rage and fear and suspicion. He picked up the piece of paper, and his colour drained.
“How about it, partner?” I said. “Only, we’re not partners are we? We haven’t been partners for years.”
“This isn’t as bad as it looks,” he said. “It’s just paper, Faye. It’s just a stupid form.”
“Oh yeah?” I hissed. “Didn’t think it worth mentioning? Was it funny? Watching me run around trying to win back my place in this club, knowing full well you’d already fucking taken it from me?!”
“It wasn’t like that!” he snapped. “It’s just a fucking title, Faye, it doesn’t mean shit. Don’t go off on some crazy fucking drama fit over this. You nearly got fucking raped by that cunt out there, this bloody piece of paper means fuck all. The title means fuck all.”