Cyrus (6 page)

She was inches from my face and straddling
my lap when I saw the marks. I had to close my eyes and try to calm
myself down before I spoke or I would flip my shit.

“He hit you?” I swallowed real hard.

“No.”

“Birdie we don’t lie to each other, got it.
If we’re going to be friends we don’t lie to each other.”

She looked at me curiously, “We’re not
friends.”

She was right but we would be damn it,
“Carly is my sister in law, she considers you a friend so by
default we’re friends.” She shook her head in agreement.

“We got in a fight about you.”

“Me?”

She shook her head, “Yes.”

“You’re coming with me, do you
understand?”

“No I’m not.”

“I won’t leave then, I won’t leave you to be
beat up by a drug dealing little fuck, Birdie. Friends don’t do
that.”

“He’s better now. He promised he
wouldn’t.”

“You like being treated like that? You like
that shit?!” I knew I was getting loud but I couldn’t help it.

“Please,” she covered my mouth with her hand
and fuck if I didn’t want to lick it, to taste her skin.

“You know this sign on your belly isn’t just
a sign of purity, it’s symbol of ownership. Saying you submit to
him, Birdie. So you’re saying all of that is okay with you?”

“Isn’t that what people do who love each
other?”

The way she said it was so damn cute, “I
suppose but…”

“Isn’t that what Jase and Carly did?”

“No one should own anyone else, Birdie.”

“People get married every day.”

“He hit you…”

“Everything going alright in here?” It was
him.

“Yep,” she stood and walked to him,
“Everything’s fine.”

“If you need anything…”

“Do lap dances usually get interrupted?” I
was pissed.

“Just checking, it won’t happen again.”

That’s right little fuck
, “It better
not.”

I stood up and walked towards her, “You
better dance Birdie.” I motioned to the camera and she saw it.

She pushed me onto the chair and her hips
began to sway, “You can’t come back here again.”

“You gonna leave him?”

“No, he loves me,” she scowled and turned
away from me.

“That’s not love, Birdie,” not the kind I
had seen.

She was on my lap now and she arced her back
and I saw something covering her nipple, “Why is this covered?” I
took the opportunity to rub my finger across the pasty and her eyes
widened, and not in the way they should have. “You sore still?” She
shook her head no, “Bullshit Birdie, these things can get infected,
let me see.”

She shook her head quickly no and I pulled
her onto me again and fuck if it didn’t feel good having her crash
against me.

“I paid for half an hour with you, I don’t
expect shit from you, but I do expect you to tell me if something
my shop did is hurting you. If it’s infected Birdie you need
someone to check it out.”

She was reluctant but allowed it. It wasn’t
infected, it was torn, “Did you get this caught on something?”

She shook her head yes as she looked
away,

“Did he fucking do this to you when he was
fucking hitting you?!”

I was going to kill him, I didn’t give a
shit what I had to lose.

I tried standing and she grabbed the back of
the chair with her arms over my shoulder, “He didn’t mean it, he’s
sorry. But if you….”

“That’s not love, that’s sick… what would
your family say? They wouldn’t let this shit happen to you would
they?!”

She shrugged her shoulders and glared at me,
“I love him and this isn’t your business. I want you to walk out of
here when this is over and leave me alone.”

“You like that shit, sucking cock and
getting fucked on the internet? Getting beat up by some drugged up
fuck. You like that shit? ‘Cause you looked smarter than that,
better than that.” She was pissed and I didn’t give a fuck, “You
don’t look like a whore to me.”

That hurt and I knew it and the way her
pouty bottom lip quivered made me want to eat my words, take them
back. Carly was gonna be pissed if she ever found out what I had
just said to this girl. What’s said is said, no matter what--- I
couldn’t take it back so I owned that shit. I made sure I stared
right back at her.

“You got camera’s watching you Birdie,
you’re a caged little animal here, owned by a man who hurts your
body, who shares you with the world. Who has you fucking believing
he loves you. I can promise you he doesn’t, not when he can do shit
like this to you.”

“It’s none of your business. I want you to
leave.”

“I’m not ready to.” And I wasn’t, “I paid
for a dance paid real good too, twice as much as my buddy did for
the blonde. How much do you make of that three hundred bucks?” She
looked away, “That’s what I thought. He sells a video online of you
sucking him off for two bucks a pop and there’s a pre-purchase of
the day he’s gonna fuck you live for twenty bucks. How much do you
get from that?” she looked at me and her lips moved but she said
nothing and there was no expression on her face. “Maybe next time
he sells you online he’ll be beating the shit out of you …”

“He wouldn’t do that!” she yelled at me and
I saw her tearing up.

I wasn’t gonna stop here, I couldn’t, “You
like to be hit?”

“NO!”

“But I’m supposed to leave you knowing some
fucking drug dealing pimp is gonna beat your ass, Birdie!”

“It’s none of your business!” She screamed
and the door swung open.

I stood up and smirked at the little fuck
and his friends, “You’re leaving.”

“Tony, I didn’t…”

“I don’t want to fucking hear it Tara,” the
contempt in his tone for her would have scared the shit out of a
normal man, but I wasn’t normal.

“Shit bag, women beating, drug pushing, pimp
daddy wanna be, you fucking bring your bitches to jump me this
time?”

“Get the fuck out of this club, now.”

“Not until she comes with me.” I stood tall
and proud, and I wasn’t leaving until she was with me.

Two guys came in and grabbed my arms and I
fucking let them, “Let’s go Birdie.”

“No!”

“He’s gonna hit you again,” I yelled over my
shoulder and then stopped and swung around, “You don’t deserve to
be hit!”

“He didn’t mean it!”

The snug bastard smirked as he pulled her
against his chest, “That’s right Tara we’re a team.”

“You’re fucking scum!”

Tony let go of Tara as the two goons held my
arms and he backhanded me across the face. I spit in his and
laughed. All hell broke loose and I stood there and let them hit
me, “This okay with you Tara? Is it?!”

She looked horrified and she closed her
eyes, again she was saying something but no sound. I felt nothing,
I was numb. I wanted her to see, “Look at me damn you!”

Her eyes popped open as I continued taking
blows and she began to shake, “Hurts to watch, doesn’t it Birdie!
I’m supposed to…” fuck that one hurt and I wanted to swat these
little bitches off me but I knew I was getting through to her.

“Stop! Please Stop!” she cried.

They didn’t, “I’m supposed to leave you here
knowing this is gonna happen…” another sharp jab dropped me to my
knees and she screamed again for them to stop and covered her face.
“Come with me.”

A kick to my gut was the last thing I felt
before she cried out “OK.”

I forced myself up and threw them both to
the ground. I grabbed Tony by the throat and held him against the
wall, “You ever touch her again, I’ll kill you.”

I dropped him and he fell to the floor
gasping for air.

I grabbed her hand and walked out into the
club. Nickey was standing there just a shaking his head, “Call your
Dad.”

“Already did,” he said as we walked out the
door.

We pulled out of the driveway as cops
surrounded the place.

~

We pulled in the driveway and I opened the
door and held my hand out for her. She was shaking like a little
leaf but followed me in.

I lead her straight to the bathroom and sat
her on the counter. “Take it off.” She shook and I knew she was
scared, “I wanna clean it up Birdie.”

She sat while I cleaned her and damn if the
other side wasn’t hardening up. I smiled when I saw it and she
noticed and looked down and turned the prettiest shade of red.

“We’re gonna keep heat on it tonight and
help draw out the infection. You’ll heal nice.” Real fucking nice.
I clenched my jaw because I really wanted to suck that little
pebble out the rest of the way.

She grabbed the washcloth and started
cleaning the blood off the side of my mouth and I looked down into
her eyes as she continued, “Sorry he hit you.”

“I’m sorry he hit you.”

She set the cloth down and then rubbed her
thumb across my bottom lip, “Does it hurt?”

“Not at this moment, no. You gonna let this
one close up?” I pointed to her nipple.

“Should I?” she looked down at her breast,
“Does it look really bad if I just have one?”

“No Birdie,” my mouth went dry and I
swallowed hard, “You wanna drink?”

I needed distance so I turned to get the
hell out of there.

“I need…I mean… do you have clothes or
something I can wear? I’ll get them back to you when I can.”

I grabbed a bottle of Jack and a bottle of
Ginger ale and walked past Nickie he was on the phone with his Dad.
He winked as I walked by.

I opened the bathroom door and she was
looking at herself in the mirror, “Come on Birdie .”

She looked up and smiled and I walked to my
room.

I grabbed the bottle and took a swig, “You
want some?”

“Yes please.”

After she took several drinks, “Could I get
something to a wear?”

“I’m really not sure I want you in something
else right now,” I took the bottle and took another shot.

“You like this?”

“It’s fucking hot.”

She tried not to smile and her little hips
swayed back and forth as she watched the skirt flow.

“I really wanna fuck you, Birdie.” My cock
was so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it.

“Would you let me leave after?”

“When we know you’re safe, yeah. I don’t own
you, you don’t own me.”

I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her
onto my bed and sat her in the middle. “I have rules though. I’ll
fuck you better than you’ve been fucked before, hard and wild,
Birdie. No more than three hook ups. Do you understand that? That
way no one gets hurt. No expectations, alright. If I were a better
man I’d wait till you were back on your feet but I’m not a better
man. As long as we both follow that rule we can be friends still.
Fuck…. Carly is gonna be pissed at me Birdie, but I need to fuck
you.”

She nodded her head up and down and her
chest rose and fell quickly. Her head bobbing gave me some pretty
fucking hot thoughts, her sucking my cock was going to be fucking
hot as hell.

“I smell your need too and I wanna taste
you. You’re going to cum in my mouth and then I’m gonna come all
over yours.”

She swallowed hard and I knew she was with
me, and I was gonna fuck her good for a real long time.

“I’m gonna fix this too Birdie,” I licked
across her belly, “This isn’t you.”

She whimpered when I snapped those little
strings and licked her hot, bare, swollen little lips. “You taste
so good.” And she did: she was sweet like candy and I lapped at her
hot little pussy like a kitten to milk. My tongue slipped just
inside her slit, and I licked a little harder… slowly up her until
I was almost at her clit and then down. She was getting wetter, and
much more responsive verbally. One more time up and I circled her
and then sucked on her clit. She moaned and grabbed my hair. “Tell
me how it feels Birdie,” I shoved my tongue deeper lapping at her
wet lips and I’ll be damned, it tasted even better.

“Oh good, real good…I think… oh…. I think…”
she yelled out as her knees crushed against my ears.

Hungry --I was so fucking hungry for her
sweet milk I dragged her to the bottom of the bed and threw her
knees over my shoulders. She sat up and grabbed my hair, pushing
her hot wet snatch harder against my face.

She was shaking all over which was kind of
hot. Not this time, this shit was mine. I wrapped my arms around
her legs supporting that little peach of an ass, and stood. She
held on tight as I pushed her back against the wall and fucked her
with my tongue and sucked her little nub until she screamed and dug
into my back. Her body trembled as I continued and she began to
plead for mercy. I slid that hot drenched little cunt down my face
rubbing my stubble against her thighs and slowly down to the
floor.

“Oh my God,” she panted.

“Birdie that was just a taste,” and I’d
never tasted anything so fucking sweet in my life.

I pulled my shirt off, and her eyes looked
over me. For a moment I’d forgotten she’d never seen me shirtless.
Hell yeah, my body was hard but she was checking out the art. Her
little fingers traced the piece on my rib and she looked up at me,
“It hurts.”

I couldn’t think or speak or have any desire
to explain just how bad, not now, not ever.

“A little, but you wanna know what will make
it feel all better?” I picked her little ass up and laid her down
and shed my pants.

Her eyes widened when she caught a glimpse
of my hard cock, yeah that’s right, fucking hung. And hell no
that’s not arrogance--- that’s truth. Just like it said across the
V. She fingered that as well tracing the letters in awe and
wonder.

“Birdie, you gonna play with my ink, or give
me a little somethin’?”

A smile crept across her face as she looked
up at me. I wasn’t use to this shit, this curiosity and when they
say it kills the cat they’re fucking wrong, it kills the cock.

“It’s real big,” she grabbed right under the
head and I groaned as the electricity of her touch pulsed
throughout me.