“Touch me. Fucking touch me, Sapphire.” My arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer, and my lips searched his while he continued to slam inside me harshly.
Then the epic finale came.
Pleasure consumed me. A deep scream rose from within me and found its way out.
After a few more seconds, he roared above me, and we lay spent on the bed.
My body was satisfied, even though the coupling was fast. He gave me what I came for and stayed with me in bed this time.
Why then did I feel like it was the loneliest experience of my life?
The doors opened as the man stood inside the typical ‘session room.’ One bed, one couch, one bathroom, and various toys to play with. John took into consideration all desires, so clients could enact whatever they felt like. Alex stood beside me, watching the next client carefully who was sitting on the couch. The man was gazing down at his phone while he smoked a cigarette. I shivered slightly from the cold in the room, my body covered only in sweatpants and flips-flops.
“You can leave.”
Alex frowned. “The boss said to watch.”
“I paid additional money for my privacy. Want me to call the boss?” he asked with his low voice, finally raising his dark, cold, and dangerous eyes. Alex shifted uncomfortably. Even though he acted like John’s right hand, “the boss” couldn't give a fuck about him, and he knew it.
“Whatever.” He placed the keys of my handcuffs on the table and closed the door behind him. Cameras or any other devices were strictly prohibited; dirty fucks clearly didn't want any evidence on them. We were facing each other, when suddenly, he threw a jacket at me.
“Wear it and cover yourself up.” In places like these, you learned to forget about cold or heat; you dealt with it in the same way, sitting in the cell either shivering or sweating like a fucking pig. “Sit on the couch.” Weird wants, but I did as he asked. He studied me carefully for several minutes, the silence stretching between us to the point of uneasiness before he finally spoke. “You remind me so much of your father.” His words shocked me to the bone and my heartbeat accelerated.
“What?” I whispered.
“Your father was one of my closest friends. My name is Tony. We were together in the service. A couple of friends and I came to save you and Dominic. I can finally keep my promise to your mother.”
“Mom’s alive?” The child in me still remembered the beautiful and vibrant woman who held nothing but love in her eyes.
Tony’s eyes darkened with sorrow as his shoulders slumped. “No, she died of grief. She could have lived without your father, but you boys were her world.” He didn't need to say anything else; reading between the lines was my specialty. Mama committed suicide.
My fists clenched, but the pain running through me had to be put aside for another time. The man here offered escape.
Escape!
“How can you help us?”
“My two men are waiting outside. We need to disarm those two idiots, get in the cell to save your brother, and get the hell out.” His words sounded unreal, but there was another issue.
“We aren’t alone here.”
Tony’s face twisted in regret. “I know, kiddo, but I can’t save everyone. There are only three of us, and the department is too corrupt to proceed with more at the moment.” He meant other kids in the cells that we heard. God, who would avenge them?
“They brought two kids yesterday to our cell, a girl and a boy. I won’t leave them behind.”
Tony nodded. “Fine. Now listened to me carefully. Follow my instructions, no matter how strange they sound. Do you understand? One mistake and we all die.”
“I won’t do anything to jeopardize it.”
“Good.” He picked up a gun from the duffel bag I hadn't noticed before, and then gave me two. “One for you, one for your brother. If a man grabs you, or hurts you or the kids, you shoot without thinking, understand?”
I nodded, as my palms closed over the heavy metal, enjoying the power it gave me. Tony proceeded to explain for several seconds how to use them, open up, put in the magazine, and how to pull the trigger. My eyes scanned the device rapidly, making sure to memorize every detail. Satisfied after I repeated his every direction one-by-one, he finally motioned with his head to start the plan.
Several knives were under his belt, one each for Dom and me, and we were ready to leave. Tony opened the door, and Alex and Lance stood outside, eyeing him suspiciously.
“What’s going on?”
Tony didn't hesitate. He killed one then the other without so much as a wince. I blinked from the shock, but more from the thrill, which flowed through my body at the sight of people who tortured my brother and me for many years lying dead. The idea of having the power in my hands to eliminate every threat that came at me was liberating. I quickly guided him to the cells, where a stunned Dom and the kids stood with shock and fear in their eyes.