Good Girl (Playroom) (6 page)

“Sorry, we don’t want Kieren
to catch up with us, do we?” Essie pulls us down a dark hallway and into another hidden hallway. It’s like a labyrinth. No way will Kieren find us. I’m not sure we’ll find our way out without a crumb trail.

“Whoa…” Essie says in awe. I grunt when I hit her back
, face-first.

~
Chapter Four~

I don’t say whoa because I’m speechless. We wandered into a den of hedonistic activities an
d I’m starstruck. At least twenty people are engaged in every act of debauchery that I can possibly imagine and plenty that I didn’t even know existed. I don’t even notice the room or its contents. The people hold my captive attention.

A gorgeous back has me frozen in place. My mouth dries up and that buzz engulfs my entire
body until I throb with ache. My heart beats to the buzzing heat that floods my system.

A beast of a man is the canvas for the most epic tattoo I’ve ever seen. It’s too dark to figure out what the design is and I don’t
give a damn anyway, because his ass is deliciously flexing before my eyes. A beefy, muscly ass is flexing as a girl kneels at his feet. Thick fingers twist in her hair and yank her face back and forth on a cock that slides in and out of her gapping mouth.

I’ve seen a few blowjobs in person- usually Essie’s mouth working her flavor of the month- but this is pure power. I want to be on the floor in front of him. I don’t see or hear anything that isn’t him. I don’t even pay attention to the girl on the floor.
I want to crawl to him and beg. I don’t even know what I want to beg him for. All I know is that I want to serve him. I
must
serve him. I want to be the girl at his feet worshipping that thick cock while my fingernails digs into that impressive, virile ass.

I feel a sting to my cheek and I brush it of
f. The next is harder and I whimper
Ow.
Slowly, my name filters into my ears, but I still watch the beast take his pleasure from the beauty. Another sting and my name is spoken in Robbie’s voice.

“What?” I hiss,
never moving my gaze.

The Beast freezes
when I speak. He turns his face enough that I see his whisker-stubbled cheek, leaving the rest of his features shadowed. I wait for him to look at me over his shoulder. I know I have his complete attention, just as he has mine. He watches me from his peripheral, and nothing could tear my eyes from his partial gaze. The beauty at his feet doesn’t let up and his body starts to uncontrollably quake.

All
the strength I possess flees from my system. The need to drop and crawl to him is essential to my being. I begin to lower in slow-motion when a hand grips my upper-arm in a relentless vise-like grip. The one who viciously clenches my arm walks between me and what I covet. I groan in frustration and numbly push at my blockage. The villainous laugh finally filters through my obsession- Isis.

“What?” I say again in a pissy voice.

Essie’s eyes are glazed and her mouth is hanging open, but she looks at me in shock. I guess my reaction is unexpected. Robbie is seething. I rub my cheek, realizing that someone smacked me and it wasn’t Robbie, because his hands are clenching Essie’s upper-arms. I glare at Isis.

“Why’d you smack me?”
I slur and pull my chin up to act tough. Right now I feel like a superhero. I’d take on anyone that got in the way of my line of sight.

“We tried talking to you, but you were otherwise engaged. He’s quite the sight, isn’t he?”
Isis gloats, and her tone is taunting.

“Why don’t you move?
I wasn’t finish watching,” I sweetly say, trying to get on Iris’ good-side. “Move, and I’ll forget that you smacked me three times.”

“Isis, please, Willow
’s just a child. Help me get them from this room,” Robbie pleads. “I don’t want her looking at him like that. I don’t want to see that look in her eyes.”

I meet my brother’s sad, b
rown eyes. I don’t know why he’s so upset. All I want to do is watch that beast of a man with the magnificent tattoo. What’s the crime in that? I won’t touch unless he invites me.

“It’s
far too late for that, Rob… way too late,” Isis ominously says. She wheels me around, but I wrench my head, trying to get a glimpse of my Beast. Robbie blocks my view of the man and I whine. Isis’ sadistic laugher radiates down her hand and vibrates my arm.

The labyrinth of hallways flashes by in a blur as I’m led by Isis. Robbie is next to me
, pulling a shocked Essie down the hall. We’re both going to have bruises tomorrow. I don’t know why Robbie is so wicked pissed. I’m an adult. Why can he play in there and I can’t? I just won’t look at him.

Essie and I are propped against the wall like criminals. Robbie is glowering and Isis looks predatory. Mr. Kline said I should avoid her, too. I think Mr. Kline is always right.

“Essie, I swear to God, I’m going to beat the living shit out of you later,” Robbie threatens. He looks at me and bares his teeth. “What the fuck is on your neck?”

My hand guiltily flies to my choker
, instinctively hiding the tag. Isis swats my hand away. Her blood-red talons turn the tag over and she doesn’t look surprised by what’s on the other side. She merely arches a perfectly manicured black eyebrow at Robbie and waits for his reaction.

“That wasn’t on her neck earlier,” she enthusiastically sings.

My brother looks at the tag and blows up. Robbie literally sucks in air and forcefully blows it out in a torrent. If I thought Robbie was pissed before, now I have no idea what to call the level of anger radiating off my usually pleasant brother.

“Hmm… I like you all protective. It turns me on, Rob. It’s a side of yo
u I didn’t know existed,” Isis seductively purrs as she runs her talons up and down my brother’s bare chest. I don’t know what she’s talking about- it goes right over my head. Huh? All I know is that Robbie is well acquainted with those scary-ass nails. He shivers and holds Isis’ hawk-like gaze.

“Whose idea was this?”
Robbie spits out. I don’t know if he is talking of the club or the choker, but his brown eyes return to my throat.

“It’s for Willow’s
protection, I’m sure. She didn’t have it earlier when I met her. Come on, Rob, let the girls have fun in the club.” Isis gives Robbie a shove, and then returns her gaze to me. “Don’t stay out too late, ladies. I’m sure Augustus would be pissed if you got into too much trouble.” Isis’ warning is layered in threat. Threat of what Mr. Kline would do to me if I got into too much trouble.

I watch m
y brother’s back as he angrily stalks away from me. Robbie never even said happy birthday to me. Tears prickle my eyes and my lip quivers.

“Ah, don’t get upset, Willow.
” Isis tries for words of comfort. I know she means them, but coming from someone who can only be described as scary-sexy, it sounds disingenuous. “Rob will get over it soon enough. It’s hard to see your little sister for the real person she is. I know all about that, sweetheart,” she grumbles and rolls her onyx eyes. “Robin can’t keep you as a child forever, even in his mind. Come back again when he isn’t here and I’ll let you in the back room. You can watch. I know there is someone back there you’d watch forever. You’re perfect.” Isis smiles in anticipation and runs one long, crimson fingernail along my quivering bottom lip.

I hiss when Isis
kisses me on the mouth. She takes advantage of my shock and her tongue mingles with mine. Her fingernails rake over my chest and I feel what Kieren didn’t make me feel- fire. I moan into Isis mouth and lean my chest into her sharp nails. I fall limp against the wall as Isis chuckles at me.

“You
, too, Essie, come back again real soon. Willow and Robbie are cut from the same cloth. But you, baby, are just like me,” Isis says with pride. She swaggers down the hall until she catches up with Robbie. Isis smacks Robbie’s ass and the sound fills the hallway. He doesn’t make a noise, but I know it had to hurt.

“We should probably go now,” Essie s
ays, voice cracking from shock.

“Are you ok
ay to drive? You seem out of it,” I slur.

“How did that not affect you? Better yet, how come it affected you in the way it did? Jesus, I thought you were going to get on the ground and crawl. Who were you so intent on? I couldn’t see him because the second we got in
to the room Robbie was on me. It took us a minute or two to get your attention.”

“I’d go back in there in a heartbeat i
f Robbie wasn’t in there,” I dreamily murmur. “You’re right. I would have crawled to him and done whatever he wanted.”

“Who?”
Essie huffs out.

“Hell
, if I know. He was a beast. I’ll never forget that ass for the rest of my life. His back, ass, and thighs were magnificent. You haven’t been giving blowjobs right. No, the guys have been lazy. Fuck, I wanted to suck him. I want to know if the cock matched the rest of his body. I bet it does,” I murmur in a daze.

“Willow?” Essie shakes me hard. “Are you in there?
This doesn’t sound like you.”

“I think I found my
true calling,” I laugh and start for the club. I say over my shoulder, “We’re coming back as soon as we find out when Robbie isn’t here. Isis said she liked you. I’m staying away from her, though. She’s fucking scary.”

“She k
issed you,” Essie says in awe.

“Yeah, with the same tongue that was in Mr. Kline’s mouth earlier,” I groan. “That alone made it worth it.”

“Oomph,” I say into a hard chest. Possessive fingers grip my hips and they don’t belong there.

“Let go,
Kieren. Don’t touch me unless I offer.” I try to push him away but he tightens his hold.

Kieren’
s eyes hold a feral glint- aggressive. He doesn’t look like the boy-next-door anymore. He’s more like the predator-next-door. I try not to panic but I involuntarily flail around when he stares me down with blue eyes gone cold.

“I see you found the
Playroom,
and I see you liked it.” Kieren’s fingers grip both of my ass cheeks and squeeze- nails biting into my soft flesh. I try to fight him off, but one of his ball-catchers holds both of my wrists. I turn to Essie and she is gone. Shit!

I drag air in to s
cream as Kieren presses his palm over my mouth. I try to bite, but my teeth slide on his saliva slickened skin.

“Just you
and me, Willow,” Kieren hisses. “Go ahead and scream. No one would hear you over the music.” Kieren removes his hand from my mouth, and I unleash an epic, eardrum-piercing scream. My deep, husky voice echoes down the halls. The horrific sound vibrates the floor beneath my feet.

“Told ya no one
would hear if you screamed,” Kieren laughs. “I’m not going to hurt you, Willow. Jesus, calm your ass down. What do you think I’m going to do? I just want to play with you.”

“I don’t want you like this,
Kieren. You’re pushing it. I’m not a toy you play with. Don’t do this,” I beg.

“K
neel before me and beg like the little bitch you are. Kneel,” Kieren demands as he points at a spot by his feet. He’s eerily calm now. The evil glint in his eye has turned to a calculated lust, but I fear that glint even more than his crazed expression.

“No, I’ll never do it. I don’
t know what it means, but I know I don’t want to do that for you.” I shove Kieren’s hand away and quickly find out it does no good. Kieren is built like a tank. I can’t budge him an inch.

“You’ll kneel for that arrogant bastard, but not for me. You’ve had a crush on me for as long as I remember. I finally want you back and you deny me. Wha
t does he have that I don’t?” Kieren’s handsome face scrunches in confusion.

“Who? Who was the gu
y I was looking at?” I demand.

“Are you a dipshit? Is that why you didn’t go to
college, you’re too stupid?” Kieren angrily hisses.

I stand
, stunned, and my eyes water. “I…I’m not stupid. I just didn’t know what I wanted to do,” I cry. My lip quivers as a sob rises from my chest. I stop both by biting my lip until I taste the coppery tang of blood.

Kieren
’s eyes zero in on my trembling lip and he lets out a frustrated groan. His mouth presses hard against mine, knocking our teeth together. Every time Kieren tries to force his tongue between my lips, I bite him. He decides it isn’t worth it after I draw blood. The hand gripping my ass slips under my shorts and heads toward a place no man or woman has ever touched. It angers me and I start to flail around. I wedge my knee between his thighs and thrust up with all of my might, which isn’t much. Kieren howls in pain and slaps me across the face. I’d rather be slapped than have that hand invading between my thighs.

Kieren’s
weight disappears, and the first thing I see is Essie’s panic-stricken face. She’s crying and I’m not sure why. “What’s wrong,” I mouth to her, I don’t hear Essie’s answer because Mr. Kline holds all of my attention.