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He drank. He drank the damn cup rather than give my thong back, and my mouth dropped open.
“Go crawl and get my beer, Jessica – before I put you up against the wall and spank that cute little ass of yours until you figure out how to behave.”
“You’re going to follow and accept your punishment like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Do you want to leave?” Manson whispered tenderly in my ear. “Or do you want to face your fear and be a good girl for me?”
“If there’s a doubt in your mind, if it’s too much, they all know your safe word. I wouldn’t let a soul touch you that wouldn’t respect it if you want the game to stop. Got it?”
“What did we used to tell you, Jess? You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us.” Manson’s voice rumbled eagerly from behind me, deepening with excitement, “And if you want to fuck one of us, you fuck all of us.”
“You’re doing so well, angel, I’m so proud." He spoke gently, his voice soothing. "You look so pretty with your mouth filled up with his cock.”
“We need our privacy now, boys,” he said. “Leave us.”
"Wanna go back downstairs?" he said. His fingers lightly brushed my cheek. "Do you?" He shrugged. "I like it here. Like this. If I get up now, it’ll probably break whatever Twilight Zone we’re in that would make you willing to get with me."
Then, his voice softly said, "Was that...was that good for you?" I opened my eyes again, surprise at his careful, concerned tone likely obvious on my face. "If the screaming orgasms didn’t convince you…” He chuckled as he leaned closer. His kiss was tender, the crown jewel on his sadism. How could a man be so carefully cruel, and so brutally gentle? "Then we can do it again?" "Absolutely."
