Dirty Ugly Toy (14 page)

I grab a handful of her hair and shove her face down against the soiled mattress. I’ve fucked them all on this bed. They all get to smell the used pussy of the one before them. And their scent will carry over to the next toy.

And so on and so fucking on until I die.

But what about Bunny?

The thought makes my belly flop and I grit my teeth. I don’t want to think about what happens to her after this. It’ll only piss me off. She’s mine for six months and I’ll enjoy every second.

Time’s ticking, Braxton.

She continues to gasp and work her pussy but she’s not coming. I’m about to lose my load inside of her but I’m pissed that she can’t get off. My toy isn’t even trying to fake it to avoid punishment.

“Come, goddammit!”

Her little hand goes crazy as I slow my thrusting. She wants it so bad. The walls of her pussy throb around my dick with the need to orgasm. For once, I’m less interested with me getting off and obsessed with her getting off instead.

“You’re thinking about it too hard, Bunny. Just go with it.” My voice become softer as I try to coach her through it.

She sobs in frustration and clutches the dirty mattress with her pretty fingernails of her free hand. Her cries are muffled from where I have her face smashed against it. Suddenly, the thought of feces and urine ruining her perfect milky flesh has me going mental.

I don’t want my shiny toy dirtied up.

Yanking out of her, I stand quickly and drag her to her feet by the grip I have on her hair. I hug her to me and the ice cold chill of her flesh startles some sense into me.

This isn’t fucking right.

I don’t want her like this.

“Come on,” I murmur, my voice comforting almost. “Let’s not do this here.”

Her feral eyes meet mine and her voice shakes. “Not there. Please don’t take me in there.” Tears stream down over her cheeks and I’m confused. My girl would rather get roughly fucked in the Hole than in her bedroom. And something tells me it has nothing to do with her prostitute past. It’s not that she feels more comfortable in here. It’s that she fucking hates that room for some reason.

Nodding, I scoop her into my arms. After a pit stop to scoop my key from the table, I let us out of the Hole and make my way to the elevator. I push the button for the basement and hold my shivering toy close to my body.

Her eyes never leave my face and I don’t want them to. The adoring way she stares at me—as if I’m the hero in her book rather than the monster—warms my frigid heart. It makes me want to see it all the time. It makes my cock hard as fuck.

When we reach the basement, I stride with her in my arms straight for the hot tub beside the pool, dropping my key off on the table along the way. I grab a handful of lavender beads from the bucket on the table and then toss them in when we’re near. We both smell like piss and pussy—not hers. And I hate it. I want the smell gone.

I just want her.

My Bunny.

She moans, louder than I’ve ever heard her, the moment I dip into the piping hot tub. The bubbles splash around us and the lavender is already invading my senses as I sink into the blissful heat.

The Hole is kept at sixty-six degrees which is warmer than they deserve. But I can’t handle the cold. Not since I was a kid. Now that I have control over my surroundings, I enjoy the warmth whenever I can get it. My own room is installed with a heating system that has vents on the floor so when I’m freezing down to my black soul, I can wrap up in a blanket and sit on the vent.

The hot tub is the next best thing. And as I settle against the pulsating spray against my back, I’m glad I brought her here. I don’t have to give her any orders—it’s like she’s in my head and she straddles my cock. Her pussy slides down my shaft and she stares at me with questions dancing in her eyes.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur my praise.

She rewards me with a breathtaking smile and rides my cock like the practiced whore she is. Except, she’s not riding me because I’m a job or because she’s thankful I saved her from the Hole. My Bunny rides me because she wants me—because she wants to please me. Of all my toys, they never take to me so quickly. With this one, it’s as if she wants to be mine.
Always.
The thought twists itself into my head and plants a seed there.

What if I kept her?

My mind pauses for a moment and I allow myself a brief bit of time to pretend before pushing away the stupid notion.

“Oh, God,” she pants, “this feels good.”

I groan and lift my hips to meet each of her thrusts. Sliding one hand into her hair, I tug her to me to kiss her. She reciprocates and when I press my thumb to her clit, she jolts with a yelp into my mouth.

“You like that, Bunny?” I question against her mouth as I increase the pressure.

She nods but doesn’t speak. Her body has a language all its own and it tells me everything I need to hear.

“Say it. You’re too quiet. I need to hear it, baby.”

Her eyes shine with happiness that nearly has me coming. Since when do I want to make
them
happy? I want to make
me
happy. Not
them
.

“I love it, Bra—” her eyes widen—“sir.”

The light in her eyes is instantly gone and I want it back. Like the greedy boy I am, I want it fucking back and don’t give a shit about my rules. I want her to smile at me like before—to look at me as if I’m the best goddamn man she’s ever been with.

“Jessica,” I murmur, “I want to hear how much you want it. How much you love it. Show me, baby.”

My words work because her smile is back and her eyes glisten with a beauty that’s never before been witnessed on this black earth.

“Yes!” she shrieks, giving in to the orgasm that selfishly alluded her. “I love it! This! I want more, Braxton!”

My name rolls off her tongue and her eyes flicker to mine, fear flashing in them. The inner pussy in me tells the demon inside to shut up and together we pretend we didn’t hear. Instead, I clutch onto her neck and draw her to me to kiss her. Our mouths connect in a greedy flurry of tongues and wet lips. Within seconds, I’m releasing my seed deep inside her.

Her mouth breaks from mine and she rests her pretty tits against my chest, burying her face into my neck. I don’t jerk her off my softening cock or send her to shower. I don’t take her back to the Princess Room and bid her good evening. I don’t do anything except hold her to me. My fingers stroke her back and I simply cuddle with what’s mine.

For a long fucking time.

We’re both drunk from the heat and our exertion that I startle at the sound of a dog barking down the road. I’m not sure how long we’ve been down here, but I know it’s been long enough. With a groan, I lift out of the tub with her in my arms in search of towels from the warmer. Once I have her wrapped in a towel around her shoulders, I dry off and wrap mine around my waist.

As I walk her to the elevator, I wonder why I’m playing differently with Bunny. Why I’m not hurting her or punishing her. While she deserves the same fate as the others, I want to know why I don’t feel the same sense of urgency to give it to her.

She’s different.

The thought is heavy on my mind when we enter the elevator. My finger hovers over the number four. She belongs upstairs in her purple Princess Room. I should take her there.

But something tells me she’ll find a way to sleep in the Hole. That she’ll curl up naked and cold on the soiled mattress to seek solace and hide from whatever haunts her. Not on my fucking watch. Without hesitation, I press the code to take us to the third floor. She remains quiet on the way up but leans against me as if requiring the same air I breathe. My chest puffs out with pride and I hug her into my side.

“You’re a special little toy,” I tell her with a chuckle. “You get to see where your master sleeps.”

She shivers in my arms and I know I made the right decision. My girl belongs with me in the warm sanctuary of my bedroom. I want her tucked against me tonight so if the craving hits me to fuck her, I don’t have to leave the comforting heat my room provides. All I’ll have to do is roll her onto her back and push my cock into her.

The thought of staring deep into her jade-colored eyes as I thrust into her hot, receptive body has my cock growing again and eager to play. How is the thought of having sex with Bunny in such a simple way the biggest fucking turn on? Why do I crave to see her eyes flutter and her mouth part as she dives over the edge of bliss? And why the fuck do I want to go into a homicidal rage at the thought of losing her in just a few months?

Tomorrow, I’m going to get myself in order. I’m going to have to get my goddamned head in the game and play with my toy as she was meant to be played with. But until then, I’m going to enjoy her as my woman.

I’m going to allow myself the simplest of pleasures. I will let my tiny, shriveled up black heart have some fun and call the shots for once in its fucking life.

Tonight, I’m going to have sex with the woman, not the toy, not my Bunny.

No, tonight I’m having Jessica.

T
he elevator opens to a floor that is many degrees warmer than any other room in this house, especially the Hole. I’m eager to see his space as he ushers me into the foyer and then down a long hallway. When we reach a set of two, thick double doors, he punches in a code on the keypad and pushes inside.

One.

Nine.

Eight.

Two.

I don’t think he means for me to see but I do and I file the number away in case I need it for future reference. We walk in and I gape in amazement. His room is gorgeous. A roaring fireplace takes up most of the far wall across from his massive bed. Several floor to ceiling windows make up the wall that faces the lake. His bed is covered in a thick, white down comforter and a chocolate-colored, fluffy chenille blanket sits folded at the end. The wood floors are dark and almost match the blanket perfectly. A large white furry rug sits in the middle of the floor between the foot of the bed and the fireplace. It looks soft and I wonder if it’s made from real animal fur.

“This is beautiful,” I tell him in a whisper.

Even though the room is warm, the windows make it seem colder and I shiver. He turns to look at me and frowns.

“Drop the towel. I want to show you something.”

Without hesitation, I do as I’m told. He drops his and I’m awarded a fine view of his muscular ass. It’s cute enough to bite. The thought has me giggling. He snatches the brown blanket from the bed and casts an amused smirk my way.

“Something funny, little girl?”

The man has the weirdest moods but he is by far the most delectable specimen I have ever had the pleasure of being with. In the light of the fire, his body glows and some curves of his chiseled chest are hidden by shadows. He’s every bit of a warring devil and angel, all wrapped up into one human.

I want to open him up.

To learn about what makes him the way he is.

I want to see more of his smiles. Hear his laugh. Be the object of his affection.

Yet, I also want to feel my hair tangled in his fist. I want him to fuck me and spank me. I want to see that precious vein on his forehead throb with rage.

Truth is, I like each new layer I peel from him. I was attracted to the smug bastard who conned me into signing his bullshit paper and whisked me off to America. I was attracted to the man who made me feel like trash while I sucked his cock in his office. I was attracted to the man who beat a man to death because he put his hands on me. I was attracted to the man who intended to use me in the Hole yet ended up making sweet love to me in the hot tub.

And now . . .

The handsome god of a man who watches me with a playful grin and shining blue eyes. This man, I’m not only attracted to, but I’d probably do anything just to keep the smile on his face. The attraction for him goes deeper than the surface. Past the pleasure and pain he inflicts upon me. It’s much more.

It’s as though I’m connected to him.

Like I
belong
to him.

“You have a cute butt,” I blurt out and then giggle. “I was just thinking you were hot and I was lucky.” The last part causes his smile to fall and I immediately chastise myself for ruining the moment.