Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

9 | Xanny

I was sitting on the bed with Kuza. He'd put a movie on, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was sitting between his legs, half asleep as he played with my hair.

"You alright?" He asked.

I nodded.

The door was thrown open. "You're dismissed, Michael."

Chris entered the room, staring at us. Kuza got up, taking my hand and helping me to my feet.

"No, you stay." Chris said to me. "I need to talk with you."

Kuza let go of my hand, giving me one more glance before leaving the room. I quickly turned back to Chris, watching as he threw his coat on the bed. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath.

"He won't bother you anymore." He spoke.

"Okay."

"Are you feeling okay?"

I nodded.

He didn't say anything else. I watched as he placed a gun and a blood covered knife on the bedside table. I stared at it, eyes wide.

He won't bother me anymore. Chris killed him. Thats why there's blood on the knife, why theres blood on his face and hands. I shifted my gaze from the knife to him.

He approached me, reaching out to touch me. I flinched, moving away from him as quickly as possible.

"Relax, love." He spoke.

He placed a hand on my hip, moving behind me. He moved my hair to the side. I shuddered when I felt his cold piercings moving along my neck. His fingers danced along my skin, his lips brushed against my ear.

"You're so tense. You need to relax." He breathed. "Let me help you."

"N-no, uh, it's okay. I-I just wanna go home."

"I'll pay, of course."

"Really, it's okay. I'm fine. I'd much rather just go home."

"Double whatever I paid you last time."

Fuck. I can't turn that down. That's $4000. Just to fuck him. I'm lucky if I make $50 usually.

"You hurt me the last time." I muttered.

I just have to overlook the fact that he might've just killed someone.

"Well the last time was a punishment." He spoke. "This time, I want to make you feel good."

He guided me over to the bed, laying me down. He pushed his hands under my shirt, pressing his lips against mine.

I gasped as he unbuttoned my shorts and shoved his hands inside my pants. "You're so pretty."

He gripped my cock, slowly moving his hand up and down. I whined softly.

I couldn't enjoy this. He's a killer. I'm only doing this for the money.

He sat up on his knees, unbuttoning his dress pants. He pushed them down, revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I couldn't lie. His cock was huge. And peirced. If this were under any other circumstances, I'd probably be on my knees begging for him.

He kicked his pants off, leaning down and pulling my shirt off. He kissed down my chest, sucking on my skin, as he took my pants off. He reached over and I heard him open the drawer. I tensed, waiting to see what he grabbed.

I was at the wrong angle. The table was out of my sight.

Next thing I knew, he flipped me over, cuffing my hands to the headboard.