Page 61 of Monster's Edge
Okay, I won’t stop.
I turn back, facing the chair he was sitting in a moment ago. It’s a little harder to touch my body without my audience, but I pretend that he’s still sitting in front of me, and I keep playing. I’m edging myself closer and closer to an orgasm. My body is growing hot and tight and angsty. Every inch of me feels like the dirty slut he wants me to be, but I don’t care. I just keep playing with myself.
Ian appears in front of me again. He’s holding a long, thick dildo. It’s got a suction cup on the bottom of it.
“Kiss it.”
I don’t hesitate. In the past, I would have questioned what he was doing. Why does he want me to kiss this plastic penis in front of me? I don’t ask, though. I just lean forward and give it a kiss. I make sure to use tongue because he’s watching.
“Good girl.”
Instantly, a sense of relief and contentment washes over me. Fuck, I really hate how much I love it when he says that. He chuckles. He knows I like it. Then he turns and walks to the edge of the carpet. There’s a mirror on the wall, and he places the dildo on the wall, making sure that the suction cup attaches perfectly. It’s low to the floor, and I know before he asks what my next activity is going to be.
“Fuck it, slut.”
He stands there and looks at me. He raises a single eyebrow. A challenge. He wants to know if I’m going to do it. Am I willing to get down and fuck this toy against the mirror? He’ll be able to see all of me, but I’ll be forced to watch Ian.
I’m angry, though. I’m still so angry. Irritation and frustration is coursing through my veins. I’m still upset about everything I’ve gone through, so yeah, I’ll fuck this stupid toy. I’ll do it for him. I’ll do it right now.
And I’ll make Ian fuckinggladhe brought me here.
He doesn’t say a word, but I’m going to give him a show unlike he’s ever seen before. I’ll start by skipping the walk to the mirror. Instead, I crawl over. If he’s surprised that I’m crawling instead of walking, he doesn’t tell me. He just waits as I position myself in front of the mirror and slowly push myself against the dildo.
There’s no lubricant on the toy, but I don’t need it. My pussy is beyond wet from teasing myself so much. In fact, there’s a part of me that wishes I’d met someone like Ian years ago. I’ve spent a lot of time having mediocre sex when it could have been like this. Who knew hate and passion could impact your sex life so much?
All those romance writers, I guess.
Pushing back, I close my eyes as the dildo slides into my pussy. I start grinding against, it, moving back and forth on all fours as I look up at Ian. My eyes widen as he steps in front of me. Good. This is what I want. I want him here. I want his cock. I want to touch his thick, velvety dick and I want to feel him coming for me, too.
“Please.”
I whisper the word. I don’t really know why I’m saying it. Humiliation washes over me as I realize the situation I’m in. I’m fucking a dildo against a mirror while I look up at the man who may very well be the second-most powerful crime boss I’ve ever known, preceded only by my own father.
Ian watches me carefully, cocking his head. He’s probably used to this: little whores throwing themselves over one another to climb on his dick. He’s probably used to women who offer to suck and fuck him for just a little taste of the power he exudes.
He doesn’t say anything at first, but he does begin unbuttoning his shirt. He starts at the top and works his way down. He unbuttons his cuffs, too, and then slides it off. He places the shirt on the chair he was sitting on earlier, and then he turns back to me.
“Do you know why I took you today?”
I don’t stop grinding against the toy. I know better than that.
“No, sir.”
“I took you because your father wanted to sell you to a fucking prick who would treat you like a toy and then throw you out when you broke. Do you understand this?”
He’s standing in front of me again. His arms are crossed over his chest now, and I look up at him and nod. I canonlynod. I know that he’s telling me the truth. Ricci does seem like the kind of guy who doesn’t really have any sort of respect for human life. He certainly doesn’t have any respect for a woman’s life.
Ian crouches down in front of me and grabs my chin hard. I stop moving, cringing from the pressure of his hand, but I don’t try to get away.
“Answer me, Rose.”
“Yes, Ian – Mr. Salucci – I understand.”
He keeps his grip on me and stares at me.
“If you leave my home, he’s going to find you, Rose. He’s not a kind man. Neither is your father. You know that now.”
I do know that. In the last day I’ve learned a lot about my father. Hell, in the last couple of weeks I have, too. For some reason, Ian’s original abduction of me has led to an almost total breakdown of my entire life’s perspective. It’s like I don’t know which way is up and which way is down anymore. All I know is that he’s here, and I think he’s going to keep me safe from the other bad guys.
