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face and I wanted to ask him to help me. To make me feel
better.
    “Good thing you’re laying down, you
look like you might faint.”
    I barely nodded. Freaking out would do
no good. In the pit of my stomach I know that if I asked he’d let me go. I was
sure of it. Mostly.
    He gave me one small kiss on the lips.
It warmed me briefly like a goodnight prayer. He brushed the bangs out of my
eyes. “Remember what I said. Like learning to drown. Like giving up. Total loss
of control. You can do it, September. Be a good little girl and go to sleep.
You’ve had a long day. And tomorrow is going to be longer, but in a very
different way.”
    Then he left, whispering something to
Daisy as he passed her. She tossed her giant black and white head and chuffed,
assuring him that she was on duty and ready for anything. I turned to my side
and wrestled the blankets. Getting tangled once, twice, three times in the ties
before finally getting it right.
    Tomorrow is going to be longer, but in
a very different way…
    What did that mean? It scared me to
think about it so I hoped for sleep to come fast.
     

Chapter 8
    Damien messed with the mask and he
wasn’t supposed to do that. I wanted to tell him to stop, but couldn’t find the
words. Not with his cock in my mouth, half way down my throat. I sucked and
licked, trying to go faster the way he liked. Making myself gag a little so my
makeup would run from my lashes, sad little tracks over the pink blusher on my
cheeks. Damien liked a girl to look broken and used. I liked Damien to act
rough and tough. He rarely did. I went down fast, came up faster. Instead of
fucking my mouth in rough messy bucks, he wrapped his hand in my hair and
twisted. Looped the blonde mess up around his knuckles like a handle and
pulled.
    “Easy girl,” he said, his voice a
growl, his hands harsh in my hair. “Slow down. This is not a race. I want to
watch you.”
    His voice was different and the pain
that filled the tender skin under my hair was very real. The tears that filled
my eyes and overflowed were very real. When my mascara rolled down my cheeks in
warm rivulets, I had earned it. I slowed my pace, licking the vein along the
back of his cock, listening to his breathing.
    My pussy grew flush and swollen. The
thick feeling of desire that made me shift on my knees. “Slow and easy wins the
race, September.”
    I looked up for approval. I don’t know
why. I never had before. I simply had focused on the task at hand. Sucking
cock. But now my eyes strayed up to the eyes staring back at me. Not big blue
eyes. No--dark and sleek like some perfect secret. Fear wormed through me but
the insistent wet arousal in my cunt grew larger. I sucked, his hands tethered
in my hair, tugging me the way he liked.
    “Good girl,” he breathed and my
fingers worked down into my panties. My arousal so consuming, I was mindless. I
slipped a finger, two fingers deep inside my cunt and flexed, fucking myself. I
had never felt the need for that before and here it was. My need to touch
myself, to come.
    “Stop that. Did I say you could do that?” he said. He tugged my hair again and slipped free of my mouth. I chased
him forward with my lips until he yanked and deep red pain filled my head. I
cried out, waiting. My fingers stilled, lips moving against nothing but air.
“You need a ride,” he said. Ducking down like a footballer about to tackle, he
lifted me up, up, up and carried me out.
    Cold air bit my skin. Dark all around
but for pricks of white light in the sky. Little punctures in the blackness 
that were stars. “Please,” I managed.
    His hand cupped my inner thigh so
close to my pussy. It would only be a matter of inches for him to touch me and
it was all I could think about. Just a rolling perfect image in my mind of his
fingers slipping inside of me and stroking me. Tossing me over the nearest
object, spreading my thighs, driving his cock deep. And then when I begged,
deeper still. “You need a little ride,”