Violetta sinks to her knees, fumbling with the guy’s zipper, and in no time at all, she’s pulled his soft cock from his pants. Poor guy. I don’t blame him for not being hard. It’d be pretty hard to get it up with Dornan Ross calling the moves on your surprise blow-job.
“Well?” Dornan says, amused. “It’s not gonna suck itself, Violetta.”
She glances at Dornan before opening her mouth, sucking him in. I’m still staring, horrified.
“You,” Dornan says, distracting me. “Go and put your dress on. Pick up your mess. And eat every fucking scrap of breakfast that Violetta cooked for you. Once you finish eating, Violetta may stop.”
“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” I say, my mouth agape.
Dornan shrugs, a giant grin on his face. “Nope,” he says. “But you’ve got to admit, it’s pretty fucking funny.”
I glance at Violetta, who’s getting into it now. The Prospect is trying to feign indifference, which looks pretty hard when he’s getting blown.
“He’ll come eventually,” I argue. “And I’m not eating your fucking breakfast.”
He laughs, obviously loving this. “Oh, baby girl. If he comes, I’ll just make her blow me. Then I’ll make her eat your pussy,” he laughs, “and if you’re still not doing what you’re told, I’ll go and gather up all of the men in this house, and make you watch while they take turns raping her.”
If I thought my mouth was agape before, now it’s practically sitting on the carpet. I glance at the girl, who is doing her best to get the guy off given the circumstances. Fuck.
Dornan can see the indecision on my face. “I think there are seven men in the house,” he says. “Maybe eight. Ever been fucked by eight men before, Violetta?”
She stops what she’s doing and looks at Dornan fearfully. “No, sir.”
“Did I say you could stop?” Dornan asks sharply, making her jump. She turns back to the job at hand.
I stare at Dornan, rage in my veins. He stares right back, and we both know he’s won. Of course I’m not going to let the girl get gang-raped. And that’s the whole point, isn’t it? He threatened that specifically because he knows it will cut me the deepest to even consider.
I turn on my heel, storming into the bathroom. I drop the towel and snatch up the stupid dress, shoving it over my head and pulling it down so that it covers me. Stalking through the bedroom and over to the spilled mess of scrambled eggs and bacon, I scoop up the majority of the food and toss it onto the unbroken plate.
I drop into the second chair, balancing the plate on my knees, and shove a piece of bacon in my mouth. I chew it quickly, swallowing it, before picking up some of the scrambled egg mess.
“She can stop now,” I say to him with a mouthful of egg. “I’m eating. I’m wearing the goddamn dress.”
Dornan chuckles, unzipping his pants as The Prospect makes a strangled grunt and the girl makes a gagging noise.
“Violetta here can’t stop until you’ve finished all your breakfast,” Dornan says, snapping his fingers at the girl. I shove as much food as I can in my mouth, Dornan chuckles as he watches me.
The Prospect tucks his softening dick back into his pants, a sheepish look on his face. Dornan thrusts his chin at him. “Don’t say we don’t treat you well here.”
“Yes, sir,” the guy says, completely straight-faced.
I look at the girl, and see her eyeing off Dornan’s lap uncomfortably.
“Dornan,” I say in between chewing and swallowing. “Come on!”
He grins at me, gesturing for the girl to come over. She doesn’t even bother getting to her feet, instead opting to crawl the short distance between dicks. Bloody hell.
Dornan doesn’t take his eyes from mine as he reaches into his pants and tugs out his stiff cock. The girl is smart - she doesn’t hesitate this time. Dornan relaxes back into the chair, the only sounds in the room her mouth slurping around his dick and me chewing as fast as I can. Utterly ludicrous.
I finish the food on my plate in record time, glaring at Dornan as he grabs the back of the girl’s head and forces her to take him deeper. She gags violently, wrenching her head away and coughing loudly, still on her hands and knees.
“You need to learn how to suck dick,” Dornan says, folding his erection back into his pants. “Both of you get the fuck out.”
The girl stops coughing, wipes at her mouth and stands quickly, practically running for the door. The Prospect opens it on cue, and the girl scurries out, followed by him.
The door shuts, and we’re alone once more.
Dornan stands and adjusts his pants, laughing when he sees the horrified expression on my face. “What?” he asks. “Too weird for the black widow? I thought you of all people would appreciate that.”