Page 35 of Fallen Angel

“Um, in the bedroom.”

“Why don’t you be a good little whore and wait for us on the couch?”

The man’s handsome face registers shock, then irritation. She doesn’t actually think he’s a sex worker. But he might as well get a sense of the tone for what’s ahead. Things always go more smoothly when everyone is on the same page.

She strolls into Billy’s bedroom and finds him doing a line of coke.

“Great. Party favors,” she says, sitting next to him at the glass end table. She dips her pinky into the powder and rubs some on her gums. “Maybe your boy toy in the other room would like to partake? We should all get in the partying mood, don’t you think?”

“Don’t worry about him,” Billy says.

“I’m not worried. I just want him to be with the program. I’m not in the mood to have to do a lot of handholding. So, what do you have in mind?”

Billy hesitates for a moment, then says, “I want you to do the usual to me—you know, scolding, humiliation. And then for punishment, I want you to force me to … do stuff with him.”

“Have you two fucked before?”

“I don’t know why that’s relevant,” Billy says.

“I need to know the dynamic between you two so I can control the room.”

“Well, fine, if you must know, we haven’t.”

“Hmm.” She’s not sure she believes him. Maybe Billy had somehow managed it once and now the model is reluctant to give it another go. Or maybe he’d fucked him when they were wasted and is now trying to segue into the guy being able to handle it sober.

She opens the closet where he stores props and sex toys to collects a large black dildo, a paddle, a butt plug, and arm restraints.

“Tonight will be a thousand dollars,” she says. “Paid up front.”

The person she really wants to screw tonight is Agnes. And she will.

The humiliation of being fired has her in a sort of fugue state. Violet moves through the choreography of the night on autopilot. She’s barely present, not even when she has Billy Barton on all fours, and the Burberry model, Tyler, inserting a butt plug into Billy’s ass.

“You know he wants your cock in his ass and not that substitute, don’t you, Tyler?” she says.

The beautiful man, trying dutifully to play along, looks at her with utter shock every time she opens her mouth. He has wide, muscled shoulders and the tapered, taut upper body of a swimmer. He’s about six foot five with a nice big cock to match. When he first removed his jeans, she told him to stroke himself, and it took all of her willpower not to kneel down and take that cock into her mouth. She rarely craves cock, but when something looks perfect she wants it. Maybe Billy’s final humiliation of the evening will be to watch Tyler fuck her instead of him. But no, that would derail the most important part of her evening—something that will cost Billy Barton much more than $1,000.

“Now say thank you,” Violet instructs Billy.

“Thank you, Mistress Violet.”

“Not to me, you idiot. To Tyler!”

Billy starts to thank Tyler and she interrupts, “You better show your appreciation by sucking his cock. Now! Tyler, get in front of him.”

Tyler stands in front of Billy, who raises himself on his knees and eagerly places one hand on Tyler’s thick penis, guiding it to his mouth. He takes it in as far as he can, grasping Tyler’s ass with both of his hands, pulling him in deeper and holding him in place while his mouth works him.

Eyes closed, Tyler moans quietly. Violet circles the duo, pausing occasionally to smack Billy’s ass with a paddle. She notices that Tyler is getting so worked up he’s close to coming, and she can’t let that happen—not yet.

“Tyler, get over here and remove this butt plug. I don’t think Billy is giving you good enough head and he must be punished.” Tyler looks at her pleadingly, like Don’t make us stop. But she’s not there to help some stupid model get off. “Don’t make me use this on you,” she says, brandishing the paddle. She knows from a little trial run earlier in the session that Tyler doesn’t enjoy pain—not even a little.

He obeys, reluctantly pulling his cock away from Billy’s hungry mouth, and walks around to where she stands behind Billy, tapping her boot with impatience. She points at the offending butt plug, which needs immediate attention.

Tyler’s cock is reddish purple, veiny with excitement and glistening with Billy’s saliva. She’s mesmerized, barely taking her eyes away as Tyler extracts the rubber plug from Billy’s rectum.

“Now put your cock in his ass and don’t take it out until I give you permission. Is that understood?”

Tyler doesn’t answer, but he immediately puts his hands on Billy’s buttocks, his thumb rimming the opening. Billy’s eager anus puckers at him like a tiny mouth. She watches with interest as his cock burrows inside Billy, her eyes darting from the rhythmic pumping to the look of satisfaction on Billy’s face. She didn’t trust these two to last long, and she glances anxiously at her handbag just inches from her feet.