Claire choked when he shoved a little too hard.
“All right, all right,” he said when she began gagging uncontrollably. He turned to Kimani. “Your turn.”
“I’m not ready yet,” she said.
He narrowed his eyes. “What did I say about talking?”
“Aren’t there supposed to be safe words?” she blurted, as a new worry blossomed. What if they were dealing with a psychopath?
He shook his head. “Are all nigg—”
Her eyes widened. “Whoa, you weren’t about to say—”
“—as dumb as you?”
Her ears burned at the epithet. There was no way she was taking this asshole’s cock now. For a brief moment, she had contemplated doing it for the sake of the story. Not anymore. Now she was as much pissed as she was scared.
“You just lost your privilege to wear clothes,” he declared. “Take the dress off. Now.”
Every nerve in her body revolted at the command, but when she didn’t move, he took a step toward her and struck her across the cheek, this time with his fist. Claire screamed.
“I told you to take the fucking dress off!”
Tears pressed into Kimani’s eyes as she unzipped the dress with shaky hands. The situation shouldn’t have surprised her. She had fully expected to find her owner to be no different than the man who had abused Marissa, had known there was a chance she would get physically hurt. Unlike Marissa, she wouldn’t just sit around and take it.
However, she hadn’t anticipated being without her cellphone. She hadn’t anticipated being so far from civilization with nowhere to run. Now if she put up resistance, there was no one she could turn to and no escape. How violent would this guy get? Was he going to beat her until she took his cock?
But he had gone back to Claire. He took her jaw and opened her mouth before sliding himself in.
“You sure look pretty eating cock,” he cooed to her before looking up to see if Kimani was still undressing.
With the zipper down, she slid the straps from her shoulders.
“Take it all off, bitch.”
Trembling the whole time, she pushed the dress past her hips and down her legs.
“Bra and panties, too.”
Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra. Why hadn’t she thought to hide a weapon of some sort in her dress? Should she try to make a run for it and escape to tell the authorities? Her own experience could serve as the basis for the story. But was that enough?
She hesitated at her boy-cut briefs and expected the asshole to bark at her again, but he was too distracted by his blow job. He was moaning and babbling incoherently as he fucked Claire in the face. Soon he was blowing his load all over her.
“Took care of one virginity,” he chuckles as he tugged at his semi-flaccid cock.
He glanced at Kimani. She quickly shed her panties. Except for her heels, she was now completely naked.
“Now about you—” he began before he was interrupted by the ringing of his cellphone. Cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder, he put his penis back in his pants and zipped up. “Hold on. I don’t have good reception downstairs. Give me a minute.”
He took his cellphone in hand and walked out the door, closing it behind him. The lock turned.
“You okay?” Kimani asked Claire, who was still on her knees, wiping the cum off her face with her hands. She went into the bathroom and got
some tissue for Claire.
“Y-Yeah,” Claire answered. “It—It was different from what I expected. He’s really into an alpha dominant role.”
Kimani couldn’t believe it. “The only role that guy is into is the role of asshole.”