“Believe me.” JD’s voice rumbles across my neck, sending a chill through my whole body. He reaches down to cup my breast, then squeezes the nipple. “I know Ark better than anyone. But he’s never walked in on a job before.”
I narrow my eyes, glad he can’t see my annoyance and confusion. “What’s that mean? A job?”
A half-hearted laugh resonates from JD’s chest. “We make porn, darling. That’s how we live in this place. That’s how we pay the bills. We get girls like you to suck my dick in public. Occasionally I fuck them in public too, but most of the time it’s just a blowjob. Ark is the cameraman. He’s done some videos in the past, but in all the four years we’ve been working together, he’s never walked away from his camera to join in.” And now JD laughs for real. “You know what he said before he left?”
I can’t help myself. “What?”
“Some shit about you being his since he was the one who saw you first.”
Did Ark see me first? I think back. My mind is weary and my body is aching in all the wrong places. But now that I remember, he did see me first. He asked me if I was OK and that was when JD walked up behind him.
“What if I don’t want him?” The words spill out before I can stop them and then, expecting the slap or the hair pull for mouthing off, I twist and turn, trying to get away from JD before he can hurt me.
I stand up, sway and fall sideways into the wall. Strong arms reach out and grab me just a little too late, and my head connects with the hard tile.
“Shit! What are you doing?” JD is standing now, holding me steady as my weak legs struggle to hold myself up.
I slap him away. “Don’t, please!” I cover my face with my hands to shield myself, but the blows never come.
“Shhh,” he says, wrapping one arm around my waist as the other one pries my hands away from their defense position. “I’m not gonna hit you. And Ark’s not going to do anything if you don’t want him. If you say no, I can guarantee you, he’ll never ask again.”
I don’t know what to say to that. I don’t even know what to think about what’s happening to me. I’m standing naked in a tub with a complete stranger who I just sucked off. I let them both get me off outside in the rain and film the entire thing. My eyes dart to the camera on the bathroom vanity. It’s still recording, I think.
And I’m not even coherent enough to come to grips with what has happened to me over the past fifteen months. The marks on my back aren’t the only things that linger. So does the fear. The pain. The consequences of my actions. But if these two guys are my only options for salvation… I’ll take what I can get.
All these things are pressing in on me like walls, closing in. Trying to crush me.
“Do you want to get out of the tub and put some clothes on?”
“I don’t have any clothes,” I whimper into my hands. He’s still trying to pry them down, but I’m not giving in. I don’t want to see his face. I don’t want to see the confusion, or pity, or whatever it is he’s feeling right now.
And most of all, I don’t want him to see my feelings either.
I don’t want anyone to see my feelings ever again.
He steps over the rim of the tub, still holding onto one of my hands, and gets out. He gives me a tug. “Come on. I have something for you to wear. And then you can sleep for a while. Or eat. Or call someone if you want.”
I let that one hand fall away from my face, but the other stays in place. I know what I must look like. The less he sees of me, the better.
When I step out he grabs a soft towel and wraps it around me. I tuck one end into the wrap to hold it in place, and then he drapes a second towel over my shoulders. “That’ll keep you warm until I get you something to wear.”
He takes a third towel from the linen cupboard and dries himself off quickly, then wraps it around his waist. I’m looking at his feet though, so I don’t really catch sight of his body. I know it’s athletic and strong. I felt the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen when he was holding me. And I know his cock is long and thick, because he was trying to stick it down my throat. But I haven’t gotten a proper look at him yet.
That changes as we leave the bedroom, walk down the hallway, and enter the living room. He walks in front of me and I lift my gaze a little so I can see his back. He’s got a tattoo covering the entire span. From shoulder blade to shoulder blade, all the way down his back are two intertwined dragons. It’s shaded like a painting in black and red and yellow. Flames shoot out of the dragons’ open mouths. There’s a banner across the bottom with Latin words across it in some fancy script.
It gives me a shiver.
“My bedroom’s across the loft. That was Ark’s room. He’s got the girly bathroom.” JD looks over his shoulder at me and smiles so big it makes his eyes sparkle. “So if you need another soak, just use his bathroom. He won’t care.”
Ark won’t? I’m not so sure about that.
“But if you just need a shower, then my bathroom’s good enough.” JD stops in front of his door. None of the walls in here actually go up to the ceiling because it’s loft-style. But there are doors, and that’s a plus.
The last place I was held had no doors.
He opens it and waves me forward into the space. It’s large and bright and that’s another thing that differs from where I came from. It was cramped and dark.
“Here,” he says, letting go of my hand and walking over to a dresser. He pulls one open and fishes around until he comes up with some boxer-briefs with hearts on them. I can’t help myself. I bust out a giggle as he hands them over. He gives me a stern look that I interpret as fake. “Don’t judge, man. Some girl gave them to me last V-Day. I’ve never actually worn them.”
“So you disappointed her?” I ask, allowing myself to look up long enough to catch his smile and accept what he’s offering.