Jax by E. M. Moore
3
Iwish it fazed me more to undress in front of people. Both Psycho and his lackey, Tiron, salivate as I calmly peel my shirt from my body. My long blond hair washes over my shoulders, tickling the crests of my breasts and teasing my lacy bra. I stare at them, unfeeling. The longer the silence stretches, though, the more Psycho’s face focuses as if I can see him clearer now than before.
He's not Jax.
The need to cover up becomes almost palpable, but I don’t. If I give Psycho anything, he’ll hold it over my head until the end of time. I’ve long given up trying to talk sense into him. I used to want to get naked for Psycho. I craved sex with him, but over time, it disintegrated into something degrading and unnatural. As he took more and more power for himself, he exploited my body like every other man in my life until I couldn’t feel anything anymore.
“You. Talk,” Psycho directs, giving me a warning look while he hinges at the waist. He reaches into my bra to fondle my nipple. A reluctant pressure forms between my legs, but I make my mind go blank as he reveals my tit by forcing the lace down. He swipes his thumb across my sensitive flesh in front of Tiron who takes his fill like the degenerate he is.
“I went to their house in the Heights,” I say as Psycho pinches my nipple, rubbing it until it hardens under his close inspection. He elbows Tiron who licks his lips, and the both of them smile as my body reacts traitorously. I’ve long since realized that the physical body does what it wants, even if my mind is gone and I’m not actually enjoying one fucking thing about what’s happening. “He and his brother weren’t happy to see me.”
“Well, we knew that going in, didn’t we?” Psycho prompts.
“Yes, Sir.”
He shakes his head, ogling me. “I can’t believe you wore this outfit and the both of them didn’t just take you right there.” He shifts on the couch, and I already know this is going to turn into something more than an undressing and public humiliation.
I keep the tone of my voice even. “He’s angry. I’m sure he wasn’t thinking with his little head.”
Psycho snickers. “Just how little is he?”
I refrain from scoffing, keeping my internal thoughts right where they are. “He’s tiny,” I lie. “Microscopic.” An image of Jax’s actual package pops into my head, and my body warms. Easily the best dick I ever had. Thick, veiny, and the perfect length. The only person with a microscopic penis in this room is Psycho. The roids shrunk it, and that’s a generous assessment.
He cups my tit until his fingernails dig into the side of my breast. “Regardless, you know you’re going to have to ride that little prick at some point or another. You’ll take it with fake enthusiasm.”
Now that I’m well experienced in that, it shouldn’t be a problem.
This is Psycho’s grand plan. He thinks I can claw my way back into Jax’s good graces. Seduce him with my womanly wiles until I’m close enough to get information so Psycho can take his business ventures over or deplete his bank account. He wants account numbers. Business papers. Anything that will give him what Jax has.
“I will,” I tell him as he takes my other tit out by once again pushing back the cup and tracing his disgusting fingers over my skin. Next to Psycho, Tiron cups his cock, shifting it into his palm.
“After seeing you,” Psycho muses, “there has to be a reason why he didn’t bend you over his porch instead of ripping up those fake papers. What did you do to turn him off?”
There it is. Proof that he knows everything I’m doing. “Nothing,” I assure him. He pinches my sensitive flesh, and my heart rate picks up. We’re veering toward punishment territory, and Psycho is the champ at coming up with ways to degrade me, making me retreat further inside. He gets off on the power.
“You must have done something,” he urges, finally releasing his hold of the controller and using both his hands to cup my breasts. He puts them on display for Tiron who can’t take his eyes off them. He knows better than to do anything without being told, so instead, he sits there with his chest heaving and a tent popping out of his pants.
Revulsion slithers through me. Despite the fact that my nipples are still erect and Psycho’s soft touch helps them stay there, I want to hurl. “He hates me,” I explain, like I’ve said every time we talk about this. “That’s enough of a reason to refuse anything I give him.”
Psycho shakes his head. “Do we need a lesson in seduction? I think we do. What do you think, Tiron?”
Tiron nods eagerly, and my stomach drops. On occasion, Psycho brings others into our sexual encounters as punishment. No one else knows how I feel about it but him. After we were together for a little while, he asked me if I wanted a threesome, and I told him no. He made me anyway, and that’s when things started to turn for us. He held me in place while some guy fucked me from behind as he attempted to choke me with his cock.
That guy didn’t last long. He started to get too friendly without Psycho there and ended up dead in an alley a few weeks later.
“What do you want her to do, Tiron?” Psycho prods as I curl my fingernails into my pants to give me something else to focus on.
Tiron peers from Psycho to me, expression guarded. He has a right to be suspicious. We all do. Our ringleader flies off the handle with every perceived wrongdoing so we walk a tightrope around him. Tiron must get nothing but encouragement because he says, “Take her bra all the way off. I want to see more of those titties.”
I glare at Psycho. His evil smirk tells me he’s enjoying the fact that I hate this, but he loves even more that I’ll comply anyway, no matter how badly I wish I could tell them both to go fuck themselves. It doesn’t matter that I try to hide everything inside. He knows me too well. He remembers past me who’d let all of her guards down when he saved her, and now he exploits that.
I wait until he nods to reach behind my back and unclasp my bra like Tiron wanted. The pretty, lacy garment he laid out for me this morning—in case I got to the point where I could seduce Jax—falls to the concrete floor. My knees scrape against the barest of rugs as I straighten my posture, trying to take back some of the power by acting unaffected.
“Look at that creamy flesh,” Psycho groans, adjusting his pants. “You definitely did something wrong earlier, Sade.”
There’s no use arguing with him about it, so I keep my mouth shut.
He cocks his head. “You didn’t want to fuck him, am I right? Is that why we ended up back here?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he turns his gaze to Tiron. “What should we have her do next? Take her pants off?”
Tiron’s lust filled gaze never leaves my nipples. I retreat inside my head as I stand on my feet, lowering the zipper on my jeans. On the wall, the faucet leaks a steady drip into the sink. On the other side of that, if I concentrate hard enough, I can hear the thumping of pads and animalistic growls emanating from the training room.
“That’s right,” Psycho urges. “Shimmy them down those legs of yours.”
I do as he says, kicking off my shoes and socks in the process until I’m standing there in matching lace panties to the bra that’s on the floor. My lingerie is one of the things Psycho will splurge on when we have the money because he loves to dress me up like his barbie doll and then fuck me like I’m his prostitute.
“Cup that sweet cunt,” Tiron grinds, voice throaty. “Tell me how wet you are.”
Psycho gives his friend a warning glare but eventually nods for me to continue, probably because that’s where he was going anyway.
I move my hand between my legs. There’s nothing sexy or seductive about it but the way they react when I cup my pussy makes me think I’m Marilyn Monroe or something.
Tiron leans back, keeping his hands fisted at his side. Last week, he went too far and started stroking himself ahead of schedule. Psycho kicked him out of the house for a few days, but I guess things are kosher again because here we are. Tiron will know enough not to do that again.
Psycho reaches inside his pants, tugging his waistband down to pull out his dick. If I don’t react, I might get beat, so I lick my lips without feeling. I’ve learned to get by with doing as little as possible.
“Always eager for my cock,” Psycho groans throatily.
We both know that’s not true, but in front of everyone else, we have to put on a show. It’s been ages since his cock has gotten me off. In fact, he’s grooming another girl to replace me if I fuck this venture up for him. It will be hard to fill my shoes. Maybe not in the bedroom department, but in everything else. I’m Psycho’s go-to girl when it comes to cons.
“Tiron, how hard are you right now? I feel like I could cut glass.”
“So fucking hard,” Tiron groans, hands still fisted at his side.
“Let Sade see how much you want her.”
Tiron acts like he’s a dog with a new squeak toy. He pulls out his cock, holding himself there, white knuckling, most likely trying to prevent himself from stroking. Pre-cum drips from the top down his silky head. Honestly, Tiron is more impressive than Psycho, and I think Psycho resents him for it. He takes a quick peek at Tiron’s package and growls. “Take those panties off. Like you mean it,” he warns.
I hook my thumbs around the sides and shimmy them down in a sort of dance that I don’t feel at all. I step out of them until they fall to the ground and then stand there with my hands on my hips, awaiting instructions.
Psycho starts stroking his cock. I think he secretly hates that he can’t get me off anymore but that I still do it for him, and honestly, I haven’t seen the other girl get him off either. He always finishes with me like I’m his trophy.
“I can’t decide if I want your pussy or your lips on my cock.”
More pre-cum dribbles down Tiron’s head. He’s shaking like he’s going to explode.
“Tiron, if you were me, what would you pick?”
“Both,” he gasps, jaw ticking. “I’d want her every fucking way.”
Psycho grins, his fist pretty much taking up all the space his cock has. Only the tip sneaks out from around his fingers fully erect. He sees me peek at it and narrows his gaze. “Have you ever tasted my Sade?”
Tiron drops his gaze from my tits to my pussy and shakes his head in response.
“Why don’t you try her?” He reaches out, yanking me on to his lap, and spreading my knees to the couch. He runs his hands down the inside of my thighs until he circles my clit. I lay my head on his shoulder, staring up at the pocked ceiling. For all I feel, he could be rubbing the pad of my feet. My body doesn’t always get the memo though. It acts like any machine. You give it a direction, and it completes it. “She’s wet.” Psycho juts his chin, and Tiron gets on his knees in front of me. Psycho’s dick twitches at my back as Tiron lowers himself between my legs.
His tongue licks out unskillfully. I’m in no danger of feeling anything. Luckily. Psycho likes to test me, making sure no one else can get me off because he can’t. Unfortunately, my body had other ideas once, and I spent a whole week in the cage.
“You could have offered Jax this sweet pussy. It is sweet, isn’t it, Tiron?”
Tiron groans, throat vibrating.
My body awakens, but it isn’t from Tiron. Fuck that. It’s from the mention of Jax.
Jax had a master tongue. One for the ages. My body locks up as I picture a younger Jax between my legs, feasting on me, muscles rippling as he prays at my altar.
I bite down on my lip as my stomach bottoms out. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s going to take some mental willpower to get through this.
Psycho places his hand on my chest. Already, I know he’s searching for the tripling of my heartbeat as I get more and more turned on with the mention of Jax doing this to me. At this point, I’m not sure I can turn this around.
He bites my ear, and I hiss. In a low voice, he says, “If Tiron gets you off, you’ll be sucking my dick until your lips fall off. Until I’ve planted a cum garden in your stomach. Do you understand me? You won’t need to eat because you’ll be full of my fucking cum. Over and over again, Sade. I mean it. Don’t test me.”
Tiron looks up to see how he’s doing but I glance away. He gets more fervent, moaning as he grips my hips. No doubt he thinks if he doesn’t get me off that Psycho will be pissed. What he doesn’t know is that if he does get me off, I’ll be in my own personal version of hell.
More than likely, Psycho will be pissed either way.
“You taste so good,” Tiron says, lapping at me. “Sweet pussy. Best I ever had. Fuck. You’re a queen. A motherfucking queen.”
Psycho lifts my hands and places them in Tiron’s hair. “Aren’t you going to express your thanks? No wonder why Jax didn’t pounce on you. You’re like a cold fish. Give something for Tiron to work with.”
He’s skating this line on purpose. He knows the more I get into it, the harder it will be not to have one. He wants to punish me.
“Can’t I have your cock?” I ask him, turning my head. This close, he’s not even attractive to me at all anymore. His lips are thin and hard. His high cheekbones are a fraction too cutting. His mousy brown hair has no style. It’s like a cardboard cutout of good looks. He doesn’t do anything for me but if I act like he doesn’t, I’m screwed. I reach behind my back for good measure, stroking him. He jerks in my hand, and I know if I can just get him off, he’ll lay off me.
“You want it here?” Psycho asks, rimming my asshole with his fingertip. I shake my head, and he moves his fingers to my pussy. Tiron moves up to lave my clit. “Here?” he asks, thrusting his fingers inside.
I moan, one that’s half real half fake and all sorts of fucked up.
“Stay on her clit,” Psycho orders as he lifts me. Tiron pulls away a fraction, waiting for Psycho to push inside. He does, and it’s so unfulfilling that I have no words. He presses his hips into me again and again, groaning. “Fuck me baby, yes. This cunt is mine.”
Tiron looks at us unsure but Psycho spreads my legs. “Eat her out. Maybe she’ll get ideas on what to do with that asshole we need. You’ll fuck him for that money, won’t you? You’ll let him do depraved things to you? Yes, you will because you like it. You’re dirty enough to want him everywhere as well as me. As well as Tiron. Go for it, dude. Let’s finish this.”
I understand what he’s doing now. He thinks if Tiron can make me orgasm, he’ll finally be able to feel me climax around him again. He’ll be able to tell himself that it’s because of his cock, and then we can be normal for a little while. If I don’t come, I’m fucked.
I grab Tiron’s hair, forcing him back to me. He groans but in my head, it isn’t these assholes, it’s all Jax. He curls his lips around my nub like he used to. He treats me with care and attention, making it all about me. I block out their breathy moans, and instead, all I hear are Jax’s coaxing words.
I love you, Sadie. You’re the only girl for me. We’ll fight through the dark together. Come for me, sweet girl.
I repeat them over and over again until I explode. I come so hard, there’s no doubt that Psycho can feel it, even with his small dick. I let out a weening cry that fills the room, and a second later, Psycho loses himself inside me, filling me with his sticky cum.
My tormentor squeezes me to him. With my eyes closed, it’s almost like it’s a real hug. He kisses the side of my temple, and then tells Tiron to fuck off to the bathroom to finish himself off. When he’s gone, Psycho licks the shell of my ear. The delusion is gone. It was gone the moment my pussy started to squeeze something I could barely feel, but Psycho is on cloud nine. He lifts his hips into my sensitive skin, and I bear down on my jaw, swallowing back a moan. “That’s my girl,” he coos. “You’re still mine. Another cock won’t do it for you. You need the pain. You need to feel like the dirty slut you are.”
He keeps working himself into me until he gets hard again. This time, I just lie back and take it. There’s no picture in my head. There’s no place I want to go because picturing Jax was the biggest lie of all, especially after seeing him today.
After a few minutes of grunts and telling me how sick I am, Psycho starts to shake. His sweaty chest sticks to my back as he lifts his hips to mine. “You’re never going anywhere, Sade,” Psycho growls as he comes inside me again, this time letting the whole building know, dragging it out with long pants and groans. “My fucking pussy.”
Afterward, his chest heaves into my backside. He trails his fingers down my back before pushing me to a standing position. I stand, semen running down my thigh. Before I can escape, Psycho grabs my hand, “You’ll do better tomorrow. Before I have to really punish you. Right, Sade? I know what makes you wish you were dead. Everything is at stake here. Everything.”
I nod numbly and walk off, leaving my clothes where they are because Psycho will want those panties to treasure and safeguard. Maybe he’ll even give the bra to Tiron as a sick gift.
I pass the horrible cunt licker as he exits the bathroom. He reaches for my hand, and I yank it out of reach. No one but Psycho is supposed to touch me unless they have explicit orders. The infractor gives me a dubious look, then grabs for me again, pulling me close. His hot breath hits my ear. “Next time, just fucking fake it.”
I glare at him. I don’t trust anyone in this place, certainly not one of Psycho’s so-called friends. For all I know, my keeper put him up to this. My lips curve into a cruel smirk. “I don’t need to fake it when Psycho is around. Maybe you need some more practice. Now, fuck off.” I tug my hand back and continue my walk to the room Psycho and I share, hoping to keep my air of authority. When I get there with the door at my back, I slip to the ground, the Berber carpet remnant scratchy on my bare ass. I let the feelings hit me all at once so I can simultaneously turn everything off before I get sick.
Worrying and mulling over the pain I’ve been subject to in this building doesn’t help. There’s no way to go but forward, so I pick apart the experience, but only to see if it provides me with a safe road ahead. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to climax when Psycho was around. I only hope that doing so gives me a little leeway.
The Ring job will not go the way Psycho wants it to. Not by a long shot.
