Junkie (Broken Doll 1)

The hand on my head tightened in my hair and Boss’s other hand skated down my back to caress my ass. I gasped when he groped me through the short cocktail dress he’d forced me to wear and slid his hand underneath the soft fabric.

“Stop—”

My words were cut short when Boss yanked me by the hair until we were nose to nose. His blue eyes were dark, both with anger and lust—lust I could clearly feel growing between us, hot and hard as it dug into the crotch of my panties. The slow friction began to drive me insane with desire. The hostility in his eyes was what frightened me, yet at the same time, it set my body on fire.

“Do as I say, doll.” Boss’s breath was warm across my lips and made me ache to taste them again. He shifted beneath me and I groaned, unable to stop from parting my own lips. The pleasure of his cock grinding between my thighs was quickly too much.

We were surrou

nded by the sounds and smells of sex. Grunting, cursing, wet slurping—it both disgusted me and turned me on something fierce. I knew I should slap Boss across the face and storm out of the room. He deserved it for putting me in this position, forcing me to endure this humiliation, but the power I felt at being able to undo this man made me unable to stop. I didn’t want to stop. Boss’s unwavering eye contact and his thick hard-on pressed against me, proof that I affected him. My touch excited him. With this newfound realization, I began to rock my hips back and forth, the movements so small they were pure torture when what I really wanted to do was unzip his pants, release his stiff cock, and sink down onto it, guests or not, but I would deny myself to get back at Boss. I wanted him to suffer for this, for his high-handed manipulation..

Of course, being a raging control freak, Boss wasn’t going to allow me to be in charge of the teasing. With a growl, he took over, one of his hands sliding from my waist to my thigh, long fingers brushing against my underwear. I shuddered, unable to stop from gasping when he pressed his thumb down on my clit and began massaging it through the light cotton fabric. My thighs clenched against Boss’s hips as a bolt of pleasure tore up my spine.

“Oh god,” I moaned and my forehead dropped to his shoulder.

“Stay still,” he whispered in my ear. Before I could respond, his hand slid under the edge of my panties and a long, thick finger pushed inside my slick pussy. My entire body tightened while he worked that talented finger, rubbing and fucking me with it while I tried not to move or make any noise. The other people in the room had vanished, my entire focus solely on Boss and the wicked hand working between my legs.

“Jesus.” Without thinking, I darted my tongue out to taste the skin on Boss’s neck. I groaned at the salty flavor and buried my nose in his collar to inhale his heady scent. My hips began to thrust on their own, fucking myself on his hand, determined to chase that sweet release and I sank my teeth into his shoulder to stifle the groans building in my throat.

Boss’s fingers gripped my hip tighter. “Don’t fucking move,” he growled as he fucked me harder by adding a second finger to the first.

“I-I can’t…” I was panting, desperate for more.

“I’ve got you, doll.” Boss pressed his thumb to my clit and circled it while his fingers continued pumping in and out, and that was it. I shattered, trembling as my pussy clenched around his fingers and the orgasm tore through me. I bit my lip so hard to smother a scream that I drew blood.

“Oh my God,” I whispered. Sweaty and sated, I kept my head on his shoulder, completely blissed out.

“Watch.” Boss’s deep voice penetrated the haze. I lifted my head enough to meet his heavy-lidded stare. Boss withdrew his fingers and showed the glistening digits to me before he put them into his mouth, sucking and licking my juices like he was starving and it was the only food in sight.

My mouth opened as I watched, eager to join my tongue with his and share the taste of my pleasure. I dropped my eyes to his sensual lips and leaned forward.

Before our mouths touched, Boss removed his fingers, straightened his spine, and lifted me off his lap to place me on my feet. In one graceful move, he stood and buttoned his jacket to hide his erection.

“Gentlemen, enjoy the rest of the evening. My men will see you out when you’ve had your fill.”

I was suddenly incredibly self-conscious. All around the room, women and men were naked, fucking, sucking, in pairs or even threes and fours. And I just got off in front of them like I was one of the paid whores. My face was so hot I thought it might incinerate and I was ready to bolt. Boss sensed my fear, grabbed my hand, and intertwined our fingers to lead me out of the room and the bizarre scene. He didn’t release me until he led us all the way upstairs to my room.

Once there, Boss finally let go, opening the bedroom door. Incredibly confused and unbelievably pissed that despite everything humiliating thing he just did, I still wanted him. I stood in the doorway, my pulse racing, fully expecting Boss to demand I return the favor and take care of his obvious erection. I would do it, even though he treated me like another one of the whores in the room.

Naturally, Boss did the exact opposite of what I expected. That jackass turned to leave, with every intention on dumping me here with no explanation as to what the hell just happened.

“Hey,” I shouted at his back. “What the fuck?”

Boss stopped, his shoulders tense, and for a moment I wondered if I had a death wish or something. It wasn’t smart to forget that the man was a violent criminal. Boss turned, stalked over to my doorway, and stood in front of me, staring down his nose, saying nothing.

“What was that all about?” I asked, my face still blistering with indignity.

Boss’s face had that damn neutral expression he used, as if he were annoyed by my questions like a fly buzzing around his head. As if he were merely tolerating the stupid, junkie whore while she blathered on and on.

Boss ran a hand down the front of his perfect three-piece suit and stuck it in his pocket, leaning casually on the doorframe. He spoke to me as if I were an employee, cold and impersonal. “If you must know, I don’t partake in whores, which is a problem at times. My guests would have found it strange if I didn’t have a woman of my own while they were being entertained.”

My skin flared hotter, but this time, it wasn’t shame. It was red-hot rage. “So… so what?” I spat. “I was just a substitute for one of those whores? Just a convenient pussy to sit in your lap so you wouldn’t look like a jackass in front of a bunch of dirt bag thugs?”

Boss gave me a disinterested once over. “That’s a crude way of putting it, but if it helps you to understand, then yes.”

Before I knew what I was doing, I reared back and slapped Boss across the face as hard as I could. His head didn’t move from the blow, but I knew he felt it. Those damn blue eyes proved he was shocked I hit him. Again. His flared nostrils and the slight curl of his upper lip proved that it pissed him off.

Well, fuck him.