Naughty November

Chapter 5

FIVE

NIKO

I’d been to The Black Door at least half a dozen times, but I’d always lurked in corners. Not because I was ashamed of being there, but because I was trying to avoid being seen. I was there to keep an eye on Christian, nothing more and nothing less. Being there with Parrish, on my knees with his cock in my mouth and his cum on my cheeks, was another experience entirely.

“You’re good, Niko,” Parrish praised, stroking my hair back from my face, “but not good enough to deserve my load in your mouth.”

“How can I be?” I whispered.

This was the crux of all the games Parrish and I played with each other. I was the best hole, the best cocksucker, but it still wasn’t good enough. Our relationship had started with his rude taunts and my bitter jabs, but even after we’d fallen into bed together, the cruelty had remained. I wasn’t mad about it. The things Parrish said made me unbelievably hard. It made me sometimes wonder if there was something wrong with me, but after spending as many nights at the club as I had since moving to America, I knew it wasn’t the case.

There was a couple in the corner who’d stroked each other off while I sucked Parrish’s cock. There was nothing wrong with them. There were people down the hallway in the private rooms doing far more depraved things, and there was nothing wrong with them either. There was nothing wrong with Parrish and nothing wrong with me, and it didn’t matter that I got turned on when he was mean to me. The only thing that mattered was the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at me, like even though his mouth said one thing, his body said another.

“You can start by thanking me.” Parrish crossed one slim leg over the other, kicking my arm as he went. He gave his foot a little shake, and I knew what he wanted.

I shifted back, pressing my mouth against the tip of his shoe.

“Thank you for putting up with me,” I said, looking up in time to see him pick up the water from the table and take a long swallow. His throat worked, and I wanted to kiss him there next. Lick him and bite him and suck him.

He hummed in response, and I kissed the side of his shoe, then worked my way toward the laces. Cum smeared off my cheeks and all over the expensive black leather, and he jerked his foot away from my lips and pressed the pointed toe beneath my chin.

“These shoes cost more than you make in a month, Niko. Don’t get them dirty.”

I nodded quickly, using my tongue to clean up the cum I’d tracked over the leather. From his perch on the chair, Parrish stared down the length of his nose at me, moving his other foot between my legs. My cock was so hard already it hurt, and the pressure of his foot against my shaft did nothing to ease the ache.

“You’re doing great with the degrading, sweetheart, but I know you and you’re nowhere near coming without your hands,” he said, twisting the cap back onto the water bottle and setting it down.

There was the edge of threat in his voice, but I tried to ignore it and focused my attention on the taste of leather against my tongue, the burning press of his foot against my cock and balls.

“Take it out,” he said next, giving his foot a shake. “I want to see it.”

I glanced up at him, heat flaming in my cheeks as he moved his foot out of the way. I fussed with my belt and my fly, then pulled my cock out from behind the waistband of my underwear. My balls were beyond sensitive, my own hands almost too much for me to bear.

Parrish was quick with his movement, getting the toe of his shoe behind my sac. He leaned forward, leveraging himself off the seat and pressing a shocking amount of pressure into his foot, pushing all of it down onto the very sensitive spot behind my balls and in front of my hole.

I tumbled backward, catching myself before I fell with my hands behind me. My legs came out from under me, splayed out like a starfish, and I wanted more than anything to cover my face in embarrassment. I was spread out on the floor of the most exclusive club in New York City, and my cock was out of my pants, jutting toward the ceiling and spurting precum like a geyser. There were at least two people jerking off while they watched me, three if I wanted to count the way Parrish reached down and took longer than necessary to adjust himself back into his own pants.

He walked around and squatted down beside me, close enough that I could hear him over the hum of conversation that filled the room when he said, “They’re all watching you.”

I swallowed, letting myself fall onto the ground entirely.

“They all know that even if I wanted to give it to you tonight, you’re not good enough to swallow my cum, Niko.” Parrish’s mouth quirked up into a malevolent grin. “Everyone sees you here, cleaning up my shoes with your tongue like the worthless nobody you are.”

My muscles tightened, contracting and releasing, and contracting again until I was sure my bones would snap from the tension.

“The problem is I really want to come inside of you. Maybe more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life,” he said softly. “But if I did, it would just leak right out of that loose asshole of yours after we were finished. It would run down your legs and stick to the hairs on the inside of your thighs. And for what, Niko?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“No,” he mimicked me, then he laughed. “You’d waste my cum—I know you would. It would ooze right out of you because you don’t know how to have nice things, Niko. Do you? You don’t know how to take care of things of value.”

I screwed my eyes closed, grimacing when Parrish put his palm against my forehead and pushed me against the ground. He covered my body with his, knee pressing into the spot he’d been toying with earlier.

“I have value, Niko,” he whispered into my ear, breath hot and moist. “And you’re nothing.”

My orgasm came with a whimper, a hot burst of semen against my shirt. My back arched off the floor, body giving into Parrish’s cruelty like he’d planned all along.

Like I’d wanted all along.