Dom continues to make the sub come in front of me.
The Dom removes his hand and pulls away from her body, I watch the sub drop her head, desperate for more. My balls tighten as Annika works me harder and faster, all while I keep my eyes focused ahead.
The Dom again repositions the Triangle Cross and angles it in a way that the sub is displayed for me as he then picks up a dildo. He wastes no time in thrusting it deep inside the woman as he works her up.
Just as the sub begins to tremble, he drops down to lick and suck her pussy while still working the dildo. Annika works me in the same rhythm, and in a matter of moments, I feel the tension down my spine before I stiffen and blow my load down her throat. She swallows what she can, and when she can take no more, she lets my jizz fall down her chin onto the floor beneath us. I pay no attention to her. I don’t even bother to pat her head. I’m mesmerized by the sub losing all control.
When Annika finishes draining my member of every drop of come I have, I reach over to the table and retrieve the towels that are inside. I toss one to Annika without a word and then clean myself up with the other before I tuck my junk away. Annika remains on her knees, wiping her face without pushing me for more. She knows the deal. If I was here for pleasure only, I’d give the whore as good as she gave, but this is business, so time isn’t on her side tonight.
Without another word, I stand, pulling my wallet from my back pocket, grabbing a hundred-dollar bill and tossing it to the ground in front of her. While payments aren’t required, I know Annika has a three-year-old son to support and a husband who is a worthless waste of existence that won’t keep a job or his dick in his pants.
Yeah, I know she’s a married woman. I know every member of this exclusive club because as the Kings of Carnage, we know everything about everyone we interact with. Her marital woes are not my business. This is how I live my life. I don’t want anyone all up in my shit, so I don’t get into anyone else’s unless it’s about my club. If it doesn’t involve the Kings, then it simply doesn’t matter.
Brushing past the unmoving woman in front of me, I exit the space, never explaining myself. Is it a dick move? Well, considering she’s not a hooker and I just paid her, probably. But I’m not one to take without some kind of give, even if it’s just cash.
Going down the hall and taking two left turns at the appropriate times, I make my way to the office of Gerard, the Headmaster. Two knocks and I twist the knob to enter without waiting for an invitation. The man sits behind his oversized desk in an Italian leather chair waiting for me. He knows what the club provides for him and he knows what I’m here for tonight.
“Master Jinx,” he greets, standing and extending a hand. “I’ve been expecting you. Apollo has been on top of collections.”
I don’t return the gesture and only give a nod in acknowledgement. I know Apollo has been on top of collections because I’ve been in touch with him. There isn’t a single player in the line of associates pushing our product that I don’t know about. I’m thorough with my job.
He moves to the safe and retrieves the envelope I’m here for and hands it to me. “The money is all here.”
I nod as I take the package and secure it in my back pocket. On my way to the exit, I give a subtle nod to Bouncer who has been here waiting at the bar, so he knows to follow. It was his bike I parked beside when I arrived.
Bouncer is a Nomad in the Kings of Carnage MC. I called him to be my backup tonight because I wanted the ride from Uprising to Bama to be one I took alone. With my movement to the exit, he stands and makes his way deeper into the facility. He is off the clock, so to speak, in watching my back, so now he can indulge in his own delights for the evening.
Bouncer and I have similar sexual desires in control and dominance. He’s