Good Girl (Playroom) by Erica Chilson Read Free Book Online

It’s like a labyrinth. No way will Kieren find us. I’m not sure we’ll find our way out without a crumb trail.
    “Whoa…” Essie says in awe. I grunt when I hit her back , face-first.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    ~ Chapter Four~
    I don’t say whoa because I’m speechless. We wandered into a den of hedonistic activities an d I’m starstruck. At least twenty people are engaged in every act of debauchery that I can possibly imagine and plenty that I didn’t even know existed. I don’t even notice the room or its contents. The people hold my captive attention.
    A gorgeous back has me frozen in place. My mouth dries up and that buzz engulfs my entire body until I throb with ache. My heart beats to the buzzing heat that floods my system.
    A beast of a man is the canvas for the most epic tattoo I’ve ever seen. It’s too dark to figure out what the design is and I don’t give a damn anyway, because his ass is deliciously flexing before my eyes. A beefy, muscly ass is flexing as a girl kneels at his feet. Thick fingers twist in her hair and yank her face back and forth on a cock that slides in and out of her gapping mouth.
    I’ve seen a few blowjobs in person- usually Essie’s mouth working her flavor of the month- but this is pure power. I want to be on the floor in front of him. I don’t see or hear anything that isn’t him. I don’t even pay attention to the girl on the floor. I want to crawl to him and beg. I don’t even know what I want to beg him for. All I know is that I want to serve him. I must serve him. I want to be the girl at his feet worshipping that thick cock while my fingernails digs into that impressive, virile ass.
    I feel a sting to my cheek and I brush it of f. The next is harder and I whimper Ow. Slowly, my name filters into my ears, but I still watch the beast take his pleasure from the beauty. Another sting and my name is spoken in Robbie’s voice.
    “What?” I hiss, never moving my gaze.
    The Beast freezes when I speak. He turns his face enough that I see his whisker-stubbled cheek, leaving the rest of his features shadowed. I wait for him to look at me over his shoulder. I know I have his complete attention, just as he has mine. He watches me from his peripheral, and nothing could tear my eyes from his partial gaze. The beauty at his feet doesn’t let up and his body starts to uncontrollably quake.
    All the strength I possess flees from my system. The need to drop and crawl to him is essential to my being. I begin to lower in slow-motion when a hand grips my upper-arm in a relentless vise-like grip. The one who viciously clenches my arm walks between me and what I covet. I groan in frustration and numbly push at my blockage. The villainous laugh finally filters through my obsession- Isis.
    “What?” I say again in a pissy voice.
    Essie’s eyes are glazed and her mouth is hanging open, but she looks at me in shock. I guess my reaction is unexpected. Robbie is seething. I rub my cheek, realizing that someone smacked me and it wasn’t Robbie, because his hands are clenching Essie’s upper-arms. I glare at Isis.
    “Why’d you smack me?” I slur and pull my chin up to act tough. Right now I feel like a superhero. I’d take on anyone that got in the way of my line of sight.
    “We tried talking to you, but you were otherwise engaged. He’s quite the sight, isn’t he?” Isis gloats, and her tone is taunting.
    “Why don’t you move? I wasn’t finish watching,” I sweetly say, trying to get on Iris’ good-side. “Move, and I’ll forget that you smacked me three times.”
    “Isis, please, Willow ’s just a child. Help me get them from this room,” Robbie pleads. “I don’t want her looking at him like that. I don’t want to see that look in her eyes.”
    I meet my brother’s sad, b rown eyes. I don’t know why he’s so upset. All I want to do is watch that beast of a man with the magnificent tattoo. What’s the crime in that? I won’t touch unless he invites