The whole place was giving me bad vibes.

There was no safe place. Nowhere to hide if the man suddenly decided we were the enemy. They outnumbered us by far, and I couldn’t fight anyway. I’d never even been in a fight apart from the high school brawl I described to Beau in my letter. The whole situation was fucking scary. But I had to admit… it was sending adrenaline through my veins, somehow exciting me despite the danger of being in a room with men who could snap my neck with a single move of their skilled, tattooed fingers.

I snuggled against Beau’s legs as the men got ready for their game. I knew nothing about cards, but I knew they were playing poker. I couldn’t be of much help to Beau… but I would sure as hell try. And I wanted to find out as much as possible from the Georgians while we were there, too. I needed to know where my sister was.

My heart thumped at the thought of Charli. Was she okay? Would she ever be able to forgive me for everything I’d done?

I would never know unless we found her. So I had to focus my every effort in getting her back, and I knew everything would be okay. Because it had to be. I needed to catch a break, or I’d lose my damn mind.

“So, your toy,” Sandro said to Beau with a toothy grin. My body tensed, not wanting any kind of attention from him. “She’s a quiet one. Does she have any bite?”

I hissed at him like a wildcat, and the man laughed out loud. Beau’s knees tensed around me so much I thought he would squeeze the life right out of me. He was pissed.

“Wild pussy,” Sandro laughed. “Looks like you have your work cut out with that one. She’s fucking sexy, too. You share?”

“No.” Beau’s answer was simple, but it came a little too fast. It made me want to smile, so I grinned at the Georgian who was staring at me with a gaze so intense I knew he was stripping me of my clothes in his filthy fucking mind. “I don’t share her. She’s new. Too scared to be shared.”

His words cut through me like a knife. Is that really what he thought? When I’d gotten used to him fucking me, was he going to share me with any other man he deemed worthy? Surely that didn’t mean Sandro.

I sneaked another look at the man, his rough, tatted skin and his gold teeth. He could’ve been handsome in another life, if he hadn’t ruined his smile, and his body with steroids that made his muscles look unnatural, the veins on them standing strong and proud, throbbing before my eyes.

“What a shame,” Sandro said roughly, reaching for me. I hissed again, and before either Beau or I could react, Sandro slapped my face with the full force of his palm. “Shut the fuck up, girl. You think you have a right to fucking hiss at me like some animal? You better think twice.”

He reached for his belt, flashing me a view of his gun. I could feel the blood leaving my skin.

My face was burning so much I could have screamed. I felt his handprint blooming on my cheek, the only place where I had any color on my face anymore, besides my cherry red lips.

“She hasn’t been trained well,” he barked at Beau. “We don’t let girls like that come in here. Trained only. See? Like these two.”

He pointed to the two whores in his lap who were sucking his cock with drugged up, blank expressions. They didn’t even know what they were doing. I shivered at the thought of my sister being forced to do something similar, or possibly even worse than what was going on in front of me. I could kill that man with my bare hands. If Beau hadn’t clamped his legs around me, I could at least fucking try.

“I know,” Beau sighed heavily, nudging me with his leg. We’d agreed before going in there that that would be our sign, and he’d nudge me every time he wanted me to feel safe. I was going to be okay, and both of us were going to leave that place in one piece. He wouldn’t let anything happen to me, not that day, not ever. “She’s been a nightmare. But I like a challenge. Makes it that much sweeter when they break.”

Sandro laughed out loud and I wondered why his words sounded true. Like it was really what we’d been doing. I wasn’t going to submit when I met him, but he was working me, slowly molding me into the girl he wanted me to be.

And I wasn’t sure whether I loved it, or hated it. I guessed I’d find out more with time.

“I can tell she will break nicely,” Sandro grinned, looking at me like I was a piece of meat again. I hated his eyes on me. His gaze made me feel so damn dirty.

I opened my mouth to speak up when Beau suddenly wrapped his fingers around my throat and squeezed my words away. Nothing but a little whimper came out.

“Remember your fucking place,” he hissed at me. “Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to, little bitch.”

Sandro laughed out loud and I blushed deeply. Not because he’d talked down to me, but because his words made my pussy swell with the need to be touched. What was he doing to me? All this stuff that was so damn wrong, making me feel like it was so perfect and good. The effect Beau had on me was undeniable. I melted when he was around, and my pussy opened up when he so much as looked at me. I wanted him. I wanted this.

“Good to know you can at least shut her up,” the Georgian grumbled as the cards were being dealt. “She’ll be a good little cum-slut in no time, I’d say.”

Neither Beau or I said a thing. I sat on my hands and glared at Sandro, but he didn’t even grace me with another glance.

I waited until all the men had cards and snuck closer to Beau. He smoothed my hair down distractedly, gently smoothing down the locks that had escaped their place. He muttered something to himself, and then they started playing.

I’d never seen a game of poker being played out in front of me, but it was interesting. I tried to ignore our surroundings as the men began to play.

Beau won the second game.

Looks of surprise went all across the room and the man stared.

He won another one.

Now they were getting suspicious.

A third one.

Sandro’s top lip twitched in barely held back anger.

He didn’t say a word though, and they kept playing. Beau kept winning.

“You got good luck today,” Sandro told him through pursed lips set in a thin line. “We’ll see how fucking long it lasts. I’d bet that it will be over sooner than you know it.”

He glanced at me, his hungry eyes drinking in my revealing outfit. I knew he wanted to touch me, and I let my tongue dart out between my cherry red lips as I licked them. He could look all he wanted, but I knew my Beau would never share me with a man like the ripped, vicious-looking Georgian. I was safe… for now.

“Your bitch is making eyes at me,” Sandro said, laughing at Beau. I felt his legs tense again, and I buried my face between them. “See, look now, she’s embarrassed. She was giving me the eye, Mr. Wolfe. You going to let your little whore look at someone? Want to fuck someone else, little girl? I’ll give you what you want…”

“I wasn’t,” I whispered against Beau’s leg, barely audible. “I swear I wasn’t.”

He smoothed down my hair again, his hands rough against me. He was holding something back, and I wasn’t sure whether he was angry at me or at the Georgian.

“I’ll deal with her later,” Beau said dismissively.

“No,” Sandro roared. “You will deal with her right the fuck now. I’ve told you countless times, boy. We don’t let untrained bitches in here, and your whore is getting on my fucking nerves. I think it’s about time she showed her worth.”

He shoved the two girls off his lap and I glanced at him, his cock angry and red, standing up proud from a dark bush of hair.

“Now, if you don’t want to do it,” Sandro said with a grin. “She’ll just have to suck my cock instead.”

I whimpered and crawled deeper between Beau’s legs. He couldn’t make me do it. I would throw up if he made me suck that big, threatening cock. I could never get it down my throat without gagging.

“What do you want me to do?” Beau asked. His voice was tense, and I wondered whether the Georgian could tell he was nervous. I wondered how I knew it, too. I’d only known him for a matter of days, yet it already seemed like I was getting a good hold on the man, getting to know every small detail about the way he acted and spoke. “She’s not been trained properly. I don’t know if she can handle a cock like yours.”

“I’d fucking like to see her try,” Sandro grinned. “She’d look damn fine choking on this dick.”

“I want to suck yours,” I whispered against Beau’s thigh. I could feel his cock twitch against my jaw, just my words getting him impossibly hard.

“Little bitch wants to suck cock!” Sandro piped up again. “How fucking perfect. What are you waiting for, then?”

His question was directed at Beau, but my man didn’t move. He sat stiffly in his chair, his cock growing thicker next to my skin. But I knew this was the deciding moment. I’d acted out several times and these men needed to see we were just like them. They needed to see I’d do anything for Beau, even degrade myself just to please him. And he wasn’t making a move to make it happen, so I knew I had to do it for him.

I reached for his zipper with trembling fingers. He didn’t stop me, and the Georgians laughed out loud when I struggled with his pants. Beau didn’t make a single move to help me.

“Go ahead, whore,” Sandro told me in a rough, strained voice. His hands were on his cock as he watched me, and my own hands shook as I pulled down Beau’s zipper and his boxers.

The cock I’d gotten to know better sprang free, hard already, the tip dripping with precum I wasn’t expecting. I looked up at Beau, but he didn’t return my gaze. Instead, he was staring intently at the Georgians behind the poker table. I knew we were in trouble if he couldn’t take his eyes off the men who could’ve killed us with two shots. Bang, bang, and we’d be gone.

I grabbed his cock, gently stroking his length with my trembling fingers. He let out a sigh so loud it sounded like he hadn’t exhaled in years.

“Good girl,” he muttered, and a soft mewl escaped my lips because I couldn’t fucking help myself when he called me that. It made Sandro laugh out loud, and I blushed, shutting my eyes tightly as I felt the Georgian’s eyes on me.

My fingers wrapped more firmly around Beau’s girth, and I looked up at him as my mouth inched closer to his tip. He finally looked down, his brows knitted together in worry as I wrapped my lips around his tip.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, in a tone so gentle it just made me work harder. I sucked his whole tip into my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. Beau was staring down at me, beads of sweat erupting along his forehead, his hands gripping the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. “Come on, babydoll.”

That name. That gaze. The way he wouldn’t touch me, but wouldn’t tell me to stop either.

I whimpered and sucked him. I forgot about where we were, forgot about the men watching us and sucked his cock like it was my only job in the world to get him to come like a fountain.

“She’s a fucking amateur,” Sandro growled. “Is this her first time sucking a dick?”

Beau looked right at him.

“Yes,” he said simply.

That shut all of them up, and they stared at me as I worked his cock clumsily, my hands wrapping around him and trying to find the right spot so I could get him as deep as possible inside my mouth.

I kept looking up at him, hoping he would tell me whether I was doing it right. But Beau didn’t say a single word, didn’t let out a sound. His body was rigid, his hands gripping the armrest as I sucked him off. His eyes were cloudy, the blue in his unseeing one so bright it felt blinding, while the brown one was darker than black.

I sucked him deeper and he finally groaned. Every sound he made just made me want to work so much harder. Suddenly, this wasn’t about Charli anymore. This was about pleasing him, about showing him what a good little girl I could be and getting praise from him. That was all that mattered. His hand on my throat, pushing me down. His voice telling me I was doing a good job, that I was a good little girl for him, that he would reward me if I milked his cock dry. That I’d get to drink every drop of cum he spilled down my throat. I needed it. I needed him telling me that, but he fucking wouldn’t.

So I decided to punish him the best way I possibly could.

With my mouth.

I worked his cock with my lips, with my tongue, with my throat. I felt so many pairs of eyes on me it made me feel dirty as fuck, but I didn’t want to stop. I had to suck him down, I had to suck him clean. I had to get every drop of his cum down my throat. I had to know what he tasted like.

Beau’s eyes grew cloudier, his hands gripping the armrests harder. I could hear Sandro pumping his own dick as he watched me work my man, his hands stroking the length of his huge cock, his mouth making appreciative sounds as I fucked my own throat with Beau’s dick.

“Good girl,” Beau groaned, and I sucked harder. I could feel him twitching in my mouth. “Good girl, babydoll, keep working. You’re doing a good job, come on, just a little bit more. Just a little bit…”

I sucked him deeper and he cursed out loud.

I moved away for a second, looking up at him.

“Like that, Beau?” I asked gently, but he wouldn’t answer. His hands left the chair and he wrapped them roughly in my hair, so hard I felt like he would tear my hair out of my head. He forced my head down, so deep I choked. And suddenly it wasn’t a game anymore, it wasn’t about me teasing him, playing around with his cock and trying to see how far I could push him. Now it was serious, and his hands weren’t letting go as he forced his cock deeper, groaning out loud when I choked and gagged on the length of him.

“That’s better,” Sandro growled. I could hear the sounds of his cock against his palm. Wet. He must’ve been soaked in precum, watching me like that. “Make her fucking take it. Make her fucking drink you down. Your girl would look so fucking pretty with a handprint on her face.”

Beau pulled me off and I struggled against his hands in my hair, desperate to get my mouth back on his cock. I knew I looked crazy, like a wild animal, struggling against him so he’d let me work his cock again.

He stood up above me, and I felt the tension in the room shift. I glanced at Sandro, who had one hand on his throbbing cock and the other at his waist where his gun was waiting to fire hot, bloody shots inside my body.

But Beau wasn’t focusing on the Georgians for once. His eyes were on me, only on me.

“Drink,” he ordered me, and shoved his cock so deep down my throat I felt it bulging through my neck.

Everyone watched as I choked, sputtered, trying to catch my breath but only managing to get his cock deeper down my throat. I couldn’t breathe. My eyes were watering so much I could barely make out the shapes of the men in the room anymore. I couldn’t even see Beau. All I knew was the sensation of having his dick throb in my throat.

I moaned against him and it set him off, his cock jerking, throbbing in my mouth while Sandro groaned out loud.

“Look at me,” Beau barked at me, and my eyes fluttered open, connecting with his. The tears fell, and my vision wasn’t so cloudy anymore. I stared up at him as he started moving his hips, fucking my mouth until I gagged so much my mouth sputtered saliva all over him. I couldn’t catch my breath. The part of my throat that was supposed to breathe was filled with so much cock I couldn’t even keep my eyes open from the lack of oxygen.

“Make her take it,” Sandro grunted. “Make her fucking take it.”

Beau grasped my head tighter and fucked it. He pushed inside me with so much force I cried around his cock. I struggled, even though I’d promised myself I wouldn’t. But panic took over, panic and adrenaline, and I struggled so much he had to hold me down so he could finish down my throat.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Come on, babydoll. Open the fuck up.”

I did, not because I wanted to swallow, but because I wanted to scream.

And then I felt him coming, spurting so much hot cum down my throat my eyes widened, and I lapped at it as he pulled out a little to watch me drink him down. I didn’t care about oxygen anymore. I wanted to swallow him up, I wanted to show him what a good girl I could be. I felt myself getting there, my pussy tightening impossibly, desperate for somebody to touch it. I needed to come. I needed to come with him.

“Fucking amazing,” one of the Georgians breathed, and Sandro just stared as I lapped Beau’s cum up, my eyes seeing stars as I stared up at him.

“Please,” I whispered, cum dripping down my chin. “Please let me come.”

“Come for me,” Beau ordered, and my body dissolved in a mess of moans, cum dripping down from my chin and onto my pushed-up tits. I came apart at his feet, with his hands firmly in my hair and his cock leaking the last of his cum all over my chest. I’d never come like that. Like waves crashing me against a sandy beach, pulling me under, nearly making me drown. I cried. I cried so much it wasn’t even soft little sounds, it was choking, and begging, and my pussy quivering impossibly as I folded into a little ball at his feet.

Beau dragged me back between his legs by my hair and I curled into his crotch, desperate for another lick of his cock. But he put it away, zipping up his pants and stroking my hair gently as I cried.

“She’s new,” he said to Sandro. “But she’ll fucking learn better than any of your drugged-out whores.”