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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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Lips Like Sugar

Summary: Ari only had one choice, and you were made for him.

Pairings: Fae King!Ari Levinson X Fae!Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, faerie curses, size kink, objectification, being held in captivity, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, loss of virginity, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.2K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Looking up at the moon, the old hag continues her journey through the dense forest. Things were almost ripe. They were finally aligning. Her feet trudge through the damp fallen leaves, creating an eerie stomp and drag. While everyone else was celebrating the Summer King’s birthday, she was completing her life’s work.

No longer will she be overlooked as a crazy loon. Her grandmother had set a beautiful plan into motion, and it was nearly complete. This was the last blood moon before you were ready.

Bending over the creek side, she drops a crystal into the dark water, before scooping up a bit of liquid, and begins her trek back to her cottage. You would be ready, and you would be his undoing. Perfectly formed and bred to be his greatest weakness. Someone he couldn’t say no to.

Hearing the creek of the door, you scurry back in your cage. Eyes shimmering as you look up at her, “You’re almost ready my sweet nymph. Drink it.”

“No,” you whine, shaking your head. “I don’t want to. He’ll hurt me.”

“He won’t hurt you. Sure he’s a king, and you are such a small little nymph, but this is what you were designed for. Drink it.”

“I don’t want to,” you whisper, pulling your knees up to your chest. “Don’t make me do this.”

“It’s already done, my child. By the time the sun comes up the king will be so drunk off summer wine, and human pussy he won’t even think straight. All you need to do is be seen. I assure you, Ari will take care of the rest. He doesn’t have a choice. He’ll know. Drink. It.”

“Please, don’t make me do this.”

“It’s already done,” she croaks out as her hand slips through your cage. “Don’t you want to get out of here? Live in the sun? There are worse faerie kings that could be fucking you.”

“Ari,” a squeaky voice screams in his ear. Ari’s naked body rolls over on the bed, groaning. “Ari! It’s the first day of summer!”

“I know. I’m summer embodiment,” he pulls his covers up around his face as a few bodies clamor out of his bed. “Nothing happened.”

“Nothing is going to happen. They are human. They can’t change anything. Get out,” Ari smacks at the little sprite, but he still stands there. “Ari, it is my duty to get the king out on the first day of summer. It is your job to be seen, and this birthday is different.”

“Yes, a cruel and unusual curse,” Ari sits up in his bed, glaring at the sprite. His little friend hands him a pair of pants to cover himself up, but Ari walks over to the window completely nude. “I will die today if I don’t fuck the right faerie. Sounds like a fair trade off.”

“Yes, and you’ve made sure to stick your cock in every living thing in the glade.”

“And still this mysterious curse looms over my head. I am to believe that pussy will be my downfall. I have literally fucked every fae in Collingswood, and still my sun mark hasn’t fully filled in. The only fae I haven’t fucked is you, Pip.”

“Oh. No. No, I don’t think my ass is your ticket to fully becoming summer. I think that you need to listen to the curse. You are to go by the creek bed. Let her come to you. And then…”

“Make her come on me. Over and over again. Isn’t that what I do? Stretch them out, ruin them for other cock, and selfishly send them back to the human realm always longing for the golden cock of summer?” Pip rolls his eyes, starting to walk out of Ari’s sleeping quarters. Ari ever the arrogant asshole.

“You always were full of yourself.”

“Humans were always addicted to me.”

“Because they’re human. You’re not special. They can be addicted to anyone of us. The one to save you is not a human. That is something you know. Fine, lay in here, and drown in your covers. Die on your birthday while Fala takes charge of the glade. It’s what I would do if I were a coward. Imagine being scared to fuck someone,” Pip slams the door to Ari’s room, and the fae king looks at his discarded pants.

He wasn’t scared. He was tired. Who knew that sex for thousands of years could make one tired. Grunting, he grabs up his bottoms, and walks out into the forest. By the creek he would wait.

Ari tosses a rock into the creek before laying back down on the mossy ground. This was boring. This would be his deathbed. Right by the water. Everyone would know that he didn’t rise to his full capacity, and died because of some ridiculous curse. A curse that didn’t even make sense.

A twinkle of a giggle has him jolting up quickly, and there you are, sitting on a rock, bathing in the creek. Your laughter was like music, and your skin glimmered in the sunlight. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you before,” he calls out to you.

Taking a deep gulp, you look back to the water, “You wouldn’t,” no one but Fala and her family had ever seen you.

Ari had never seen anyone more beautiful than you. The embodiment of sexual desire. Much smaller than his normal fae of choice. The way he could have you twisted, and manipulated to suit his sexual needs has his head spinning. And your wings were intact. No fraying on the edges. “You don’t travel much?”

“No,” even the simplest of words had your voice ringing in his ear like that most beautiful symphony, and he finds his body pulling him closer to you.

“Where did you come from?”

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me,” he didn’t even care where you came from. Every part of his body was begging to have you. It needed you. “Who are you?”

“The King of Summer,” you didn’t even seem impressed, and didn’t reach for his hand as he tries to pull you out of the water. “I can command you to do anything.”

“I wish you wouldn’t,” you have never been given a choice of the matter. Everything you did was because someone wanted you to. He could command you by more than words. Ari was gigantic. Towering over you. Thick cords of muscle over every inch of him. You squeeze your thighs together, dreading the inevitable. Your body ached, and craved him, and it was preparing itself to take his wide self.

“What is your name?”

“You can call me, Nymph.”

“That is your title. And you wear it well,” his eyes trace over every inch of your curves. While he embodied summer, you were the epitome of sexual desire. “What is your name?”

“I’m the only Nymph in the glade. You can call me what my maker did. Nymph,” Ari blows out a puff of air, and you whimper. Having to look away from him quickly.

“What’s wrong, Nymph?”

“It hurts,” you struggle to breathe as your arms wrap around your stomach. “Please?” This isn’t at all what you thought it would feel like. You had lived your whole life in a cage, knowing that you were created to be Ari’s cocksleeve. What had once disgusted you, now was needing Ari. Your body screams for his touch, but your brain doesn't want to ruin someone’s life.

“Please, my King,” Ari’s eyes roll in the back of his head at the sound of your pitiful voice. He didn’t even know exactly what you were begging for. Tiny little thing, shivering in the freezing creek, and needing her king. “Ari, it hurts.”

“What hurts?” You point between your legs, and Ari’s mouth turns up in a crooked grin. It was you. The one that would allow him to fully be summer. To hold the entire light of summer in his body. “Oh, sweet Nymph, what would make you feel better?”

“I think…ow,” holding your stomach tighter, you have to look away from him. There was only one thing that would take away this pain, and it was the one thing you swore you would never do. “Ow…Ari!”

He didn’t even recognize that he had never even given you his name. He was just as needy for you as you are for him. Watching as your body starts grinding on the rock, trying to get a relief that will only come by his touch. “Ari!”

“You have to tell me what you need,” he is mesmerized watching your desperate little body. Trying to put into words what you are feeling. Whether the pain was too much or you are too embarrassed he didn’t know. You scream out his name again, spreading your legs apart, and it’s then he realizes that your hair was the only thing covering yourself from him.

He couldn’t think straight. Didn’t realize that this was indeed a trap to lure him to you. Couldn’t fathom how this seemed so perfectly placed. But your tight little virgin cunt was trembling. “Nymph?”

“I need you. Need you to…don’t hurt me though.”

“What was that? I think you forgot some words,” Ari is an experienced man, and judging by the giant bulge in his pants, he was going to destroy you. “Nymph I need you to…”

“Fuck me! Fuck away this pain!”

Pushing his pants down, his thick member springs to life. Veiny and leaking precum, and you screech. It was going to hurt. His tremendous hands grab your legs and arms at the same time. Keeping you unable to move or get away if you wanted to. And you did not. He stares at your weeping cunt, bringing you right up to his face as he watches your core throb and plead for relief.

“That is a tight little cunt. Are you a virgin?” He asks, licking up your slit. The sweetest dessert was right in between your thighs.

“Yes,” you whimper. There was no way to get comfortable. Ari was going to have you however he wanted. He spits at your opening, bringing you down to his waist. “It’s going to hurt.”

“Yes, my sweet, Nymph. It’s going to hurt a great deal. But don’t worry, I always make it fit. But if the curse is correct, that tight little hole was made just for my enjoyment. You’ll get used to it.”

“Get used to being used.”

“Exactly,” he moans, starting to press your channel over his tip. “You’re mine. Say it. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” your voice shakes as he pushes through your entrance. You hiss. It hurt, but the relief was immediate. Warmth moves through your body, as he lowers you over him. Gaping your hole wide before your balls deep, and chirping at the sensation. “Ahh!” A cry of pleasured pain echoes through the forest.

Ari stares at where the two of you connect, grunting at just how good your tiny little self took him. A tunneled bump on your stomach showing exactly where he was deeply rooted in you. “Holy fuck,” he pants out. Power fills him up as the comfort flows through your veins.

You stare at his chest as his sun mark starts to deepen. “Fuck. Me,” he had to finish it. He couldn’t just stand there, holding you on his cock like you were some ornament for his dick.

“Use. Me,” he is frozen. Allowing his body to be taken by summer, but also by you. His pretty little nymph. He wouldn’t be dying. Not today.

“I’m. Yours,” you mewl, and his eyes snap back into focus. “Ari, I’m yours.”

He lifts your body off before slamming you over his cock. Using you as a personal sex toy. He could throw you, and lift you like you were the weight of a leaf. Tiny in comparison to him. His motions are hard and fast, and you have never felt more satisfied. Your life’s work was complete as he makes you go dumb with pleasure.

“That’s right! I’m the fucking king! This is my pussy! Mine!” He screams to whatever fae is around. Everyone had seen him fucking before, but never you. Never saw his body gulp the warmth of summer in its veins. Had never witnessed a man become weak over a woman like this.

“Mine!” He grunts out, eyes on yours. “Mine!” He is possessive. Letting the forest know you only belonged to him. You are the reason that he was coming into power. “Mine!”

He still wasn’t saying the words, and you fear you will be nothing more than wet skin for him. “My Queen!” And there it was.

Fala’s haunting words whisper into your mind as euphoria overtakes your body, “It’s simple really. I control you. I am your maker. Ari controls you, he is your king. But…should you become Queen, he has a weakness. I then control you both. And I will get my revenge.”

“Ari! Ari!” You scream into the woods as your eyes go blank. Nothing had ever felt better. Nothing will ever feel better. You were his. And he is yours. Ari growls up to the canopy as he empties his load into your stretched hole. His cream starts leaking down his thighs because your body just couldn’t handle anymore. Just not now. He still had some stretching to you.

“I control you both,” Fala whispers as she heads back to her cottage. “I control them both.”

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Underneath the City Lights, Part 2

Summary: Ari has some questions and a plan

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, forced dancing, non con groping and sucking, choking, fingering, voyeurism, conspiracy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Ari, what are you thinking?” Ari’s piercing blue eyes look out the window of his office, and over the city. The distant neon glow of the Dirty Martini clouding anything that he should be thinking. You had grown up, and it appeared that you were being used as a pawn by your own brother.

Your father had been a kind and just man. Ran a respectable establishment, and now it seemed the Dirty Martini was more seedy. Gossip of how it was just a cover for peddling more than just burlesque entertainment. The business in flesh wasn’t anything new, but would your brother actually offer up your own body for the right amount?

“Ari?” Jonathan asks again. His boss had become more and more distant with his thoughts. “You’re taking her claims seriously.”

“Why would a brother send his sister into my room where she was wearing fabric that left nothing to the imagination? Cameras pointed right at the chair I was sitting in to ‘protect her’ or was it to sell more than just her body? He didn’t care to have her fully exposed to me. And on display for whoever was watching.”

“Yes, the city knows you are the most fierce mafia boss since your great grandfather. The sight of your silhouette causes fear. He knows better than to let a video of you out of some woman’s cunt was soaking your pants.”

“I’m not worried about that video getting out. I’m worried about a brother selling his sister for the right price. Her grandfather was my father’s advisor. You realize that, right?” Ari shakes his head, still unbelieving of how your family had fallen so far. Your family was once feared, and now they were selling lust.

“She knows something. Look at their accounts. They’re passed due. They’re desperate. Why wouldn’t they try and take from the hand that feeds them? And fucking August Walker. Pig. How many dropped soliciting charges does he have? Calvin would sell his sister to make a buck, and get them out of debt with me. This is trouble for us. But she also needs protecting.”

“Well, you’ve been invited back again tonight. The diamond has a grand performance just for you. So says this August Walker.”

“I want the place surrounded. I won’t be moving tonight, but I’m going to see if I can get any information out of her. She’s an asset. And our teams can formulate the best way to get her out of the club undetected.”

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact she’s got a beautiful voice, and even prettier face? Judging by the state of your pants, and quick departure to the shower you thoroughly enjoyed your time with her,” Ari smirks, adjusting his jacket before he leaves without another word. He always was a softie for a damsel in distress. Especially ones he felt familial loyalty to.

“Hmm,” Calvin asks, studying the footage from last night. He had seen Ari intently watching you while you performed, but your private audience solidified his affections. Ari, the most feared man in the city, was entranced by you. He looks away from the screen when Ari’s mouth surrounds your nipple. It was an image he couldn’t get out of his head, but if it meant that Ari had a distraction, it would be okay. “What state was he in when he left?”

“You mean the huge hard on he couldn’t disguise with your sister’s juices spewed on his pants?”

“Can you not talk about my sister like that?”

“You’re the one that put her up on stage. The one who knew exactly what Ari would want. She’s got him wrapped around her little finger. Imagine, Ari the man we’re trying to take everything from, wrapped around the pinky of your baby sister,” August leans back in the chair, wondering just how long it would take to have Ari completely spent by you.

“A baby sister that I control. This is too good. Whatever you did that night, we need a repeat.”

“No. We need grander. Ari needs to feel possessive and jealous that other men are staring at her tits, vying for her attention, and willing to pay for her pussy.”

“And she needs to understand who is in control,” his hand rubs over his chin as he thinks. It was the perfect option for you to realize exactly where you stood in this operation. You were nothing. “Put up the cage. Make sure she remembers that she is but our little bird. She’s there for entertainment, and for everyone to gawk at. Women need to want to be her, and men need to want to sink into her and own her. And if her cunt can keep Ari occupied, and we make more money in the process, it’s exactly what we’ll do.”

“You’re a sick fuck you know that?” August stands, it was time to get you ready. He knew the perfect costume. The perfect way to show off your curves.

“Yeah, well, keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll be able to feel her flesh around you.”

“Aye aye, captain,” he wipes off his mouth, heading to your dressing room where he could already hear you protesting. It was always the same. A little brat that needs to be punished for her stubbornness. In time. He would get to it. In time.

Slinging the door open you take one look at him before throwing a vase of fresh flowers towards his head, and he glowers at you. Wiping the water off his face before starting towards you, “Go away!” You scream, but he doesn’t react. He wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.

“Don’t touch me!” Grabbing at your wrist, he pulls you closer to his body. His free hand pulling aside your robe. Getting a peak at the swell of your chest, “You pig!” You spit up at him, and he wipes your saliva off his face as well. The hand around your wrist moving to your throat, and he backs you up to the wall.

A thick thigh going in between your thighs, “August, please, stop.”

“How quickly your tune changed, princess. So sure into groveling for mercy. What have we here?” He moves aside your robe, exposing one of your breasts, and pushes you further on his thigh. “Such a little girl and such a big attitude.”

“Let me go.”

“No, I don’t think I will. I enjoy the view too much. You want to act like you can pitch your little fits without consequences. You can be heard all throughout the backstage. Do you know why you have a private dressing room?” You shake your head no, and his glowing blue eyes finally look up at your face. “Privacy, princess. I could have you choking on my cock if I wanted to. Slam you down on the vanity while I rail into you, and you’re just a slobbering mess.”

“Then why don’t you?” His grip around your neck gets tighter, and you try and gulp, but he only forces a slow grind on him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Because your untouched pussy is more valuable than one that’s been stretched out on my fat cock. You need to remember your place. You’re worth nothing more than the wet skin between your legs. You think you’re something special because you can sing, and you got the King to pay for an hour of your time. His first question was how many people have had you. All he wants is to split you open. Conquer you. You’re nothing. There’s nothing special about you, but these perky tits, and tight ass. Once you realize that you’re no more than a flashlight to these men, the better off you are. And stop with this fucking attitude,” he leans over giving your nipple a suck before grabbing the pumps out of his pocket. Cupping your tit as he gives your pebble peak a nibble.

“They need to be lubricated, don’t they? I believe we’re going to suck the life out of these pretty tits. Keep them hard the rest of the night. They did the trick though, didn’t they. I watched Ari unable to keep his mouth off them.”

“August,” Rita says firmly, walking into the dressing room. “I think it’s time for you to leave,” your lip trembles as he tightens the contraption on you, wincing when he twists it all the way, and you look down in horror at your nipple sucked into the cylinder, throbbing and swollen. He moves onto the other one, and Rita slaps a hand on your vanity.

“August, your master is calling you.”

“Shut up, you fucking bitch,” his voice mumbles around you nipple. Standing up straight and attaching the other clamp. “You know what the third one is for, princess? You gonna let me suck on that clit, too?”

“August!”

“What the fuck is your problem, Rita?” He finishes up on your skin, and his body spins around to look at her. “What? Ari already requested an hour-long private show. He liked what he saw.”

“And I’m sure Mr. Levinson would not like to hear about you tainting his companion. What costume is she wearing tonight?” Rita changes the subject to business. She was smart even if people assumed she was just your handler. Her eyes only flick once towards you, but it was long enough to see you were stunned quiet.

“The dove costume. She’s singing in the cage tonight. Just so she remembers her place. Make us proud. Maybe you can see if Ari’s dick really is that big. I’ll be watching,” smirking, he makes sure to hit Rita’s shoulder with his own. Slamming the door for good measure as he walks out of the room. He would have you. Once Ari was destroyed by you, August would make Ari watch him own your pussy, right before he was shot in the head.

“You know how to piss him off,” Rita says, stepping up to you. “What else did he do?”

“Nothing you didn’t see,” wiping at your tears, you look down at your chest, “God, I hate him. I hate this.”

“Play the game,” Rita straightens herself back up, looking at you, smiling when your breathing picks up in panic, “Play their game better than they do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, you do. That’s why you're not fighting him. You’re playing their game, and you’re playing it better. You see the bigger picture. You’re smarter than either Calvin or August give you credit for. Ari is a good one to have on your side. And even you know this,” you turn around, not wanting to acknowledge anything she was saying. Playing dumb was becoming second nature to you.

“Good girl. You just may survive.”

“Rita, go get my costume for the night, and have Tonya come in here to do my makeup.”

“Of course. Dulce.”

Ari snorts, but leans closer towards the stage, watching you swing inside of a cage. Calvin wanted to pretend he was a genius, but this message was not subliminal as he thought. It was meant for him and you. Putting you in your rightful spot. Caged up, pretty, and singing for a crowd. Top completely exposed to everyone looking.

“They’re all watching her, boss,” Jonathan knew better than to stare too long at you. Ari never took kindly to sharing his play things.

“Put in my bid for her company. I do not care the cost,” Jonathan looks over at his boss, wondering what exactly had him so consumed in you. He was sure that it was more than just the information that you claimed to have. “Jonathan, I will have company with her tonight.”

“Of course,” he heads off to tell Calvin to name his price for you for the evening. Knowing that he would only take an hour of your time. But he would ensure that you would not entertain anyone else.

Ari’s eyes drift over your curves as you shimmy around. Other people would think that you were confident in this performance, but he knew better. Watching as you try to hold the microphone in a way to cover your bare chest, or even the amount of times you would turn around, showing only your feathered ass to the audience.

He didn’t care. He would have you alone soon enough. Away from these prying eyes, and men that were licking their lips and ready to devour you. He had to get you away from here, regardless if you had information or not. Your brother had brought you out to slaughter, and left you to be nothing more than a pile of flesh, rhinestones, and feathers.

The ache in Ari’s pants told him he was definitely attracted to you, but he would be more than just a hungry man. Unlike the men and women in here that are chomping at the bit for a tiny morsel of you, he wanted you to be able to be the little girl that couldn’t look people in the eyes when she talked. Now you were a dancing fool for money and pleasure. Business of the flesh would always be there, but you didn’t want it.

The other girls laughed, and giggled on stage. You kept looking off to the side at someone. Waiting for approval, and continuing on your number. Ari had questions, and when you were safe, he would get answers. Was it just Calvin controlling you? Or was there someone else you feared? And should those people lay a finger on you, they would be dealt with.

“Mr. Levinson,” Ari turns to look up at the gentleman that dared to take his attention away from you, “I’m August, I’ve come to take you to your private room.”

“And you can wait until she’s finished. I’m quite enjoying the show.”

“She’s nearly finished.”

“Then you won’t mind waiting. Are you in charge of her wardrobe?” August nods, smiling as Ari looks only at you. “Make sure her tits are covered. I’m the only one that gets to look at them.”

“Sir?”

“I will pay extra to make sure she’s properly dressed for my tastes. In the private room she can wear whatever she prefers, or nothing at all. On that stage I want her covered. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And do me a favor, quit pumping her nipples up. They look bruised. Perhaps you’re using too much suction, August?” You bow, and your arms immediately cover your chest as Ari stands up. Proving just how much taller than August he was. Ari’s shoulders are much more broad. Ari didn’t know why, but he loathed this man.

“I…her nipples need to stay hard.”

“Her nipples will be covered up for all of these people, but me. I can make them plenty hard on my own. You may show me the way to the private room.”

“It’s our finest room, sir.”

“I’m sure it is,” buying his time. That’s all he was doing. Waiting for the proper moment to strike. No one would ever find you, and they would never make you feel like meat again.

“Ari,” you whisper, walking into the darkened room. He was already comfortable and sitting on a couch, his legs spread out wide when he lifts his finger, instructing you to spin around. Unlike August’s demands, you obey promptly.

“C’mere, and remove your robe,” you let the silk slide off your skin, and only a shelf bra, and barely there panties decorated your body. Sashaying your hips as you walk closer to him. You are much more confident with just him. He’s even able to catch a glimpse of your velvety and glistening folds as you go to straddle his lap. Whoever chose this outfit needed a raise.

Settling on his lap, his hands circle around your ass, pulling you flush to his crotch, and you lean forward, kissing along his neck as you start grinding on him, “They want to kill you,” you whisper into his ear, leaning back off his chest, and placing your hands on his knees, you continue your motions. Those panties exposing more and more of you.

Your swollen tits did look good in your bra, and they were beckoning him to grab them. Giving you a pinch, you wince, making him stop immediately. “You’re bruised.”

“He left me in those things too long, and they were too tight.”

“I knew it. I’ve got,” you shake your head no, looking up at the camera again. “What is it that you want?”

“Make him pay for earlier,” Ari could feel his blood boiling already. He didn’t know who he was, but he did something to you. “Put on a show for him. He’s watching.”

“August?” You give him a small nod, reaching to move your panties aside, you are drenched. Your body still rolling over top of him. One look up at him, and you nod, giving him permission to touch you. “I won’t do this if you’re not okay with it.”

“If I wasn’t okay with it, I wouldn’t have my pussy spread open for you. I want him to pay.”

“This is only a business agreement.”

“Exactly,” you agree, moaning when his finger slides up your slit. Giving your clit a roll between his finger and thumb, he pushes two fingers into your core, and you are no longer pretending when you whimper at how well he fills you up with only two thick fingers. Looking down to watch him pumping in and out of you.

“Son of a bitch!” August hits the table, and slides his chair away from the screens. “Fucking whore!”

“Isn’t that her job?” Rita laughs. It served him right. August and Calvin could play their little games with you and Ari, but they were idiots. Wanted to start selling you because of Ari’s interest, and then get pissed off when he enjoyed his merchandise.

August looks back at the screen as Ari spits down into your hole, his other hand grabbing at your tender nipple, and pulls. Making you move closer to him. “Fuck my fingers, and tell me what they’re planning.”

With your body hunching over him, you lean into his neck, and no one was any the wiser as to what you were doing. No one could see your mouth moving, or what you were saying. All they could see was you rising and falling onto his fingers. Viewing your legs quivering as your walls clench tight around him.

“Growl all you want to, August. He paid for ‘the flesh in between her legs’. Now how will you ever stack up to him?”

“You’re a bitch just like she is.”

“And she’s the product, isn’t she? That’s what you and Calvin wanted. I believe she’s doing her job well. Enjoying herself in the process,” August grits his teeth when your head tilts back on your shoulders, and you ride over Ari like a crazed woman. Tits bouncing in his face when he sucks on one of your hardened buds. “Don’t be jealous. You can’t sell sex, and get jealous when people enjoy your wares.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Then quit getting hard.”

“Get out of here!” He yells, and Rita slowly backs away from him. He had an erection that needed to be tended to. He’s just thankful that all you were feeling was Ari’s fingers, and not something else. It was almost time.

Ari wipes at his beard as he gets into the car. Looking out in the city lights, “The house better be prepared. I need her out, and need myself to go missing. You’ll be in charge, but I’ll be the one driving. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” his assistant responds. Not making a comment about the state of Ari’s clothes, or the red bruises on his neck. Didn’t want to mention how Ari kept making excuses to have his hand near his mouth, or was constantly readjusting his pants. “What did you find out?”

“They want to overthrow me. Ahh,” he lets out an evil laugh, looking back at the Dirty Martini, “They’ve made an enemy of Dulce though. She wants blood.”

“She wants your dick.”

“And she can have it whenever she wants. But she’s much more valuable than that. Have a jet ready. We move tomorrow night.”

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