Page 61 of Relentless Queen
“I did last week. They were really rough and wanted me to pretend to be their foster sister.” She shrugs, “It was all too weird.”
“What foster sister?”
“Some whore named Alexis or something like that.” She says, walking over and placing her hands on my chest.
My blood boils.
“Come on, baby. Give me what I want and I’ll help you.” Her breath smells like rotten meat, making my stomach recoil. The stench is wafting off her in waves. This nasty bitch isn’t getting my dick, that’s for damn sure. Who in their right mind would want to fuck her nasty ass?
“Let me see your phone.”
“Fuck me first.” She slides her hands down my chest, grabbing my hand and leading me to her bedroom.
She climbs up on the bed, spreading her legs open. She starts finger fucking her self. I look around and catch sight of something. Oh, this will be climatic.
I climb up the bed, reaching for the restraints, locking her arms in place. She lets out what I’m assuming is a moan. It sounds more like a racoon screeching. After locking in her legs, I grab the tie from her robe and use it as a blindfold.
“I love being tied up. You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this Mo..”
I stuff her own nasty panties in her mouth, shutting her up. I walk over to her dresser and pick up her headphones. Walking back over to the bed, I place them on her ears, blaring some music.
Walking into the kitchen, I search for something I can use. Opening the cupboards, I look around to see what I find to put to good use. Bingo. Picking up my cell, I text my brother.
Me: I need a favor
Harlan: Fuck no, bro. I’m not pretending to fuck her.
Me: That’s not what I need
Harlan: Oh, I know what you need
Me: *Attachment Received*
It’s a picture of Lux, smiling with a game controller in her hands. Fuck, she is gorgeous. She doesn’t know it yet, but we will never let her go. Birthday be damned.
Me: Bring Shadow, Smoke, and Ko.
Harlan: Fuck yeah, bro
Harlan: On my way
Me: Kiss my girl for me
Grabbing what I need, I head back into the bedroom.
Time to play.
Chapter Thirty-Three
HARLAN
I hate leaving my girl; I crave to be near her. Zin loves to sit outside her window and watch her sleep. I prefer the up close and personal method; sneaking into her room and laying next to her. She sleeps like an angel, even with her snores.
After I grab the Akitas, I head over to the skanks’ house. I can only imagine what Zin is up to. He only brings them out for special play time. I drive around the area three times before I pull into the driveway.
Stepping out, pulling open the back door, releasing them. Walking up towards the door, Zin swings it open.
“Bout time.” He smirks as I roll my eyes.
