“Well, then,” Gannet says. “Sorry to cut the show short, but my sub must tend to her Master now.”
Furthering my relief, the blonde is suddenly gone. Gannet leads her by the wrist to the couch, and my bated breath springs free.
Tanja pushes her mouth into another pout. “My time is up.” She turns to Carson and bows. “Are you sure I can be of no more service to you, Master?”
But it’s Gannet who answers. “You can be of service to me.” He grasps her by the waist and hauls her over the couch, kicking her ass up toward him. He winks at Carson as he unbuckles his belt. “It’s not good to peruse the menu on an empty stomach, right?” He quotes Larkin’s speech with a slick smile slanting his mouth. “We all know the merchandise isn’t as fulfilling when we get it home.” He nods toward me. “Eat. Drink. Satisfy your urges so you make a wise purchase, my friend.”
My eyes flick to Carson as Gannet proceeds to take Tanja right there. He’s doing a terrible job of masking his shock. This is not happening. I lower my foot from the table and slowly approach Carson, moving at a glacier’s pace. Waiting for Sadie or Colton or Quinn or God, even Jefferson, to come back with instructions on how to get out of this.
Finally, Sadie says, “Just fake it.”
I almost open my mouth to retort, a derisive laugh caught in my throat. Fake it.
Fucking seriously?
A quick sweep around the room captures the very not faking it happening all around us. “They’re all caught
up in the moment,” Sadie continues. “It’s dark. Just go with the motions.”
Carson gives me a sure nod. “Come here,” he orders, sounding authoritative and much more confident than I feel.
I watch as he eases his hips up and unbuckles his belt. He tugs his pants down just enough to reveal the blue boxer briefs beneath. He leaves those in place. Collecting what courage I have left, I hike my dress and straddle him without a second thought.
His hand grasps the back of my neck and he brings me forward, resting my cheek against his. “Say the word, and we’re out,” he whispers.
I can’t lie, as Gannet thrusts and grunts practically inches from me, brutally slamming his hips against Tanja as the blonde sucks on her breasts… Lemon is right on the tip of my tongue, ready to be spat out to end this humiliation.
But those women. The victims.
The ones waiting behind the scenes to be sold.
I’ll never be able to look at myself in the mirror without hating what I see if I don’t go through with this. My actions in correcting the drug have sealed their fate to become a mindless, doped slave…and now, I can save them.
“We’ve come too far,” I whisper in his ear as I undulate my hips, forcing all self-doubt to the back of my mind.
“All right,” Carson says, doing his best to follow my lead. “Just don’t say come again.”
A clatter sounds through my earpiece before the connection goes silent, and I just know it’s Quinn—I can feel him on the other side. Shit.
As I lift up, I see it on Carson’s face; the fear of Quinn throttling him in his pinched eyes. I’m starting to feel bad for the guy. He’s here risking his life and career right along with the rest of us, and yet, he can’t win in this scenario.
Either we fail and he loses everything, or we succeed…and Quinn rips him a new one. I’ll make sure to intercept Quinn before that happens.
I catch Carson’s gaze and nod, urging him to stay focused on me. At this point, we’re the prudes. The damn prudish couple amid a sea of wicked, scandalous sex and sin. And we stick out like it.
Taking the initiative, I ride Carson harder, faster, rocking my hips. I brace my hands against the couch and throw my head back, and shit—the clasp on my dress gives. The cool sensation of air greets my skin, and I’m only thankful for the dim lighting.
When I look down at Carson, he’s staring at my stomach. I grab Carson’s hands and bring them to my breasts. We’re adults. They’re just boobs. We have to do something—anything to make this believable.
And I guess it’s starting to work, because I feel Carson becoming aroused, growing hard beneath me. There’s an apology in his eyes, and I place my finger over his mouth to stop him from voicing it. Hell, there’s people all over having intense, right-out-of-a-porno sex. I don’t fault him for being turned on.
For the first time, I’m not ashamed I have trouble in that department. Grinding against Carson doesn’t do it for me. Quinn has been the only person to excite me since I escaped my dungeon. Carson, however, doesn’t suffer my defect, and that’s clear as he becomes bold and takes over the perusal of my breasts.
He pinches my nipples and thrusts his hips upward, grinding himself against me. “Jesus,” he hisses, then attempts to suppress a harsh groan.
“Kiss me,” he says, and my eyes go wide. “Kiss me and this will be over.”
One of his hands slips along the back of my neck, his fingers spearing into my hair, as he pulls me to him. His lips smash against mine, the impact nearly as stunning as the feel of his other hand sliding beneath my dress and seeking my ass. His fingers skim my sex and press against the fabric of my underwear…and then I feel his erection pulsing against me.