She used telepathy again. Reyes, come back to me. You have to do something.
When he didn’t respond, panic set in—not just that his plans might be disrupted but for her own safety as well. If Engles attacked right now, Reyes wouldn’t be able to defend himself, and she knew enough about the bastard to know that Engles would take command of her if he could.
She made a quick decision and aloud, said, “Yes, master, I’ve heard your command within my mind and I’ll do as you say. I’ll obey you in everything.”
With all eyes in the theater now on her, she felt nauseated as she rose up slightly, trembling, and moved in front of him. She lowered herself to her knees as so many other slaves had already done that evening.
She spread his legs, moving between to undo his pants. Not surprising, he was firm and ready for her. Without allowing herself to think about the horror of the moment, she focused on Reyes, knowing that if he didn’t get with it, he’d lose his standing with Engles and the rest of the Starlin members and she’d be caught in a madman’s power.
She slid her mouth over his cock, shutting out the movement and increased groans all around her, even the nearby approving comments.
Reyes, you feel so good in my mouth. You’re a big man and hard as a rock. She reached between his legs and fondled his balls as she sucked, then stroked the length of his stalk.
I’ve wanted you from the first moment I set eyes on you. I’ve hungered for you, craved your cock. She tongued his crown, sliding over the ridge, teasing the most sensitive parts.
She kept her ministrations tender, hoping that the feel of her tongue would bring him out of his mentally locked-up state. Maybe then they’d both survive.
She also blocked everything else out of her mind. She recalled her fantasies of having his body beneath her hands and let herself go there again, pretending she was alone with him.
You have a beautiful cock, thick and long. She took as much of him in her mouth as she could, working him with her hand at the same time, slow upward pulls.
Reyes, I’ve wanted to do this for months now. How many times I’ve longed for your body moving over mine, your c**k buried deep, your h*ps thrusting harder and harder. I could come like this. I’d only need the pressure of your hand pressed between my legs and I’d be screaming with pleasure.
She moved faster, her head bobbing up and down.
He started to respond, his h*ps rocking slowly.
Yes, that’s it. You like what I’m doing. Come back to me, Reyes. Let me know I’m pleasing you.
Reyes began the long journey back because pleasure rode his thighs, his abdomen, and his cock. A warm, wet mouth worked him.
With his eyes closed, he heard a voice in his head, a woman’s voice. With a start he recognized Angelica, but what was she saying? His mind felt muddy and strange. She talked about loving his cock, wanting to come like this.
Like what?
He strove to make sense of what was happening. Mostly, he felt like he was waking up very slowly from a sex dream.
Angelica?
I’m here. Just enjoy what I’m doing. That’s it. You’re so hard. I can feel you’re close to release.
Her mouth sucked a little harder, but her hand worked him faster at just the right pressure. He slid his palm to the back of her head and flexed his hips, pushing as she sucked.
He loved that she was sucking him.
Other images intruded, of Eve and her red leather, of the dominance show, of the theater in Engles’s home.
Tension flowed through him, not in a good way, as reality returned. Angelica, what the hell is happening?
But she didn’t pause in her movements. Just go with it, Reyes. I’ve got this. Engles is watching and you need to come for me.
This isn’t right.
With her free hand, she dug her nails into his abdomen, drawing his attention low.
He opened his eyes as her voice once more penetrated his mind. She met his gaze, staring up at him. I’ve wanted you like this. Did you know that? I’ve wanted all of you in my mouth from the time I first saw you. I’ve pleasured myself repeatedly with thoughts of having your c**k right here, my tongue swirling over you.
Reyes finally returned to reality and in a brief flash realized all that Angelica was doing for him in this moment, the sacrifice she was making. As a slave, he’d been in this position, having to perform against his will, against his morality. But she’d chosen to do this for him.
He stroked her head and set his mind on nothing but the woman on her knees in front of him. He recalled the kiss she’d given him in the foyer of the Ocean Club, the way she’d looked in her red silk dress, the hopeful expression in her eyes.
She was so damn beautiful and he wanted her. He let his desire for her take over. Aloud, he said, “Suck me harder now, slave.”
She responded, moving faster as well.
“You’ve obeyed me, slave. That’s all that matters.”
Angelica, your mouth is like fire. He thrust his h*ps now and she moved even faster. His balls tightened. I’m coming.
I can feel it.
She stayed with him, with his movements, holding her head and the suction of her mouth just right as he pumped all that he had straight into her mouth. The orgasm had him shouting at the cavern ceiling, eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge anyone else around him.
As he settled in his seat, Angelica drew back, swallowing and wiping her lips. But she wisely kept her eyes downcast. He saw tears on her cheeks as she tucked him back inside and carefully zipped up his pants.
He’d had enough, and he was sure she’d just reached her breaking point.
Ignoring the sudden burst of applause all around him, and not caring what repercussions might follow, he caught her up in his arms.
In a loud voice, he said, “I need you in my game room. Now.”
More applause.
Shifting to altered flight, he flew through the cavern walls, taking it slow for her sake as he sped in the direction of his home. He dropped down into his master suite once more.
He laid her on the bed, but she turned to her side, swiping at her face, to look up at him.
The crowd’s approval still worked like a sickness in his gut, twisting him up. His guilt rose, heavy guilt over his past, over all the things he’d done through the decades. And now an innocent like Angelica had performed in public, sucking him off.
The erotic show had messed with his mind, making him long for things that couldn’t exist, like breaking free and having power over what had controlled him for so long.
After the first months of his freedom, he’d thought that if he could track down Sweet Dove and kill her, then he’d be free.