Page 41 of Broken Strings

“Fuck, baby. What does it say about me that I crave the pussy of a pathetic whore?” I pull at the side of her cheek, ensuring her face is visible to the camera. “I’m going to release the video to the press tomorrow. Everyone will know you’re a dirty slut. Maybe we should have an after party at the next concert. Tie you to a table and let your fans take turns fucking all your holes. We can even livestream it. Imagine everyone seeing your pussy with hundreds of men’s cum leaking out of you.”

My fingers fall out of her mouth, and I smear her spit all over her face before forcing her to look at the camera. “Tell your fans you’ll pay them to fuck you. How much do you think they’d pay for a dirty girl like you? Be sure to give them a price per hole.”

Cash remains silent, avoiding my request. I slap her face, and she moans as her pussy tightens around my cock. “Twenty dollars for my mouth, fifty for my pussy, and one hundred for my asshole.”

I pull her hair. “Who’s pussy?”

“Fifty foryourpussy,” she corrects.

I laugh, sensing she’s close to blowing with the little game we’re playing. “You think you’re worth that much? A slut like you?” Leaning over her, I lick her face all the way to her hairline. “I think one dollar for that mouth, five for my well-used cunt, and ten for your tight ass since it isn’t as wide as your pathetic pussy.” I bite her earlobe before whispering, “We can offer a three-for-one special. Buy an ass and pussy fuck, and get the mouth hole for free.”

“Gunner…” Cash moans, her hands gripping the elevator door as she falls over the edge.

My fingers fall to her pussy, and I work her in tiny circles in the spot that sets her off. “That’s it, baby. Come all over this fat dick. Let Daddy know how much you love being fucked like a cheap, used whore.”

“Fuck!” She screams, and her body goes lax.

I plunge further, desperate to brand the depths of her with my cock. “No one will ever fill this pussy but me. No one will know this body but me. I’ll kill anyone who tries. You’re mine, Sparrow. Only mine.”

I bite her shoulder, thrusting hard and fast, marking her as my balls tighten and I spill inside her. Licking the small tear my teeth made in her skin, I whisper, “I love you.”

“I dunno if I hate or love you more, Shaw. Never knew I was into exhibitionism.” She beams at me before her face falls into a pout. “Fuck, security got a show.” Her eyes dart from my face to the camera. “Gunner, get that tape.” She slaps my chest as I slide my belt from her neck. “I’m not being called a whore again in the rags. This was stupid.”

I smile. “Kathy is the only one who saw. I paid them to get out of the room, and Kathy is the only one with access to the video. She’ll hand it over to us tomorrow. Next time, I’ll really put on a show.”

Our publicist is a saint. Kathy has put up with many of our escapades. She once told me she wanted to bleach out her eyes. My response was that I paid her enough to buy a bleach factory.

“You’re crazy,” Cash huffs.

“I love fucking you. No need to deprive myself of what I love doing most in the world.” I bite her earlobe. “I love you so much.” The elevator dings, and the doors open. “I plan on fucking you so hard that you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

Cash smiles. “Can’t wait.”

Second Epilogue

Cash –Five Years Later

“Did you call your mother to watch Lori?” I ask Gunner as I lie on the bed, breathing deeply to control the pain of the contractions.

The pain this time around is unbelievable. I don’t remember it hurting like this with Lori. Her birth was easy—so easy that I stupidly agreed to do it all over again.

“Yes, baby. She’s on her way,” Gunner says as he sits by my bedside, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips. “I love you.”

“Your love got me here.” I shoot him daggers. He laughs, infuriating me even further. “It’s not funny. These two boys are gonna be trouble.”

“Baby, just think about their sweet smell and cute little faces,” my husband says, stroking my forehead.

“I’m here! Where is my grandbaby?” Loretta hollers as she barges through the front door.

Gunner moans as he greets his mother, leaving me to shuffle off the bed. When he sees me struggling, he runs back to me and takes my arm, helping me to stand.

“Sorry, baby,” he says sheepishly. “Mom, we’re upstairs!”

“Shhh. Lori is sleeping,” I say, whacking him on the arm. “Don’t wake her.”

“Oh, sweetheart. Get my beautiful daughter-in-law to the hospital so I can meet my grandsons,” Loretta says by Gunner’s shoulder.

“We’re going, Mom,” Gunner replies easily.