Deception's Game (The Misses Book 2)

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Their dates continued in the same fashion from week to week, slowly intensifying. Grayson felt this was the longest foreplay in the history of mankind. She would grab his butt, rub her toes up and down his calf muscles. He was constantly trying to keep his hard on, soft.

He had never wanted someone so bad in his life. He thought about her every waking moment of his days without her. He even thought about her while he watched Licious. That day she had a client who asked to have her p***s covered and her breasts out. He was a ninety percenter. He made it clear or he wanted Grayson to understand that he wasn’t gay but his wife refused to let him penetrate her anal cavity.

Grayson nodded to let him know he understood. He went back into the room and showed Licious the card. She went to her wardrobe and pulled out a leather coverup. He helped her put it on and buckle it in place. While she unzipped the sections on her body suit to release her breasts, Grayson worked to align the ‘stable’. It was for clients who wanted to ride her like a horse.

He stepped out of the room and the client walked in. He slapped her ass and her breast until they were light red. He poured warm oil down the crack of her butt, then pushed his fingers into her while massaging his length. As soon as he was hard he pushed himself deep into her and grabbed the straps on her coverup like a rein. Grayson watched while picturing himself doing that to Reeza. As the play escalated the client reached over and grabbed a whip from the stand and started striking her on the head and the back.

She screamed out the safe words like they were magic words that would save her life. Grayson was snapped out of his daydream. He rushed in and punched the client in the stomach, forcefully removing him and his p***s from her. She dropped seemingly unconscious onto the ‘stable’.

“What are you doing? You have dishonored your contract with this player and this club.” Grayson growled. He wanted more than anything to attend to Licious but he had to make sure this client was swiftly and painfully dealt with. He had wished he had to never step back into the roll of the gangster but that was no longer in his cards.

“The b***h is fine. I just wanted to make sure she got all the pleasure she could get out of it.” The client said then chuckled.

“I hope you enjoyed it because now I have to have you beat and dismissed from the club.”

“What? Over her? f**k you!”

Grayson grabbed the man and threw him next to the door. He opened it and then dragged him through the club and tossed him out the back door. He walked out and kicked the man in the stomach a couple of times then punched his face until his hand hurt.

He looked back at the bouncers and said, “Identify him and add him to the black list. Feel free to rough him up a little more.”

“You are Licious' owner?” The bouncer inquired.

Grayson said “yes” then walked back into the club. What happened after that point was not his problem. He hurried to her side. He had not even unstrapped her. If his uncle found out about this, about how he was so caught up in his own thoughts that he let a client beat on Licious’ long enough to make her lose consciousness.

When he walked into the room, she was whimpering. The sound made his stomach turn, he wanted to throw up. He quickly removed the restraints from her legs and unzipped the back of her suit. He needed to see how bad it was. The moment he pulled the leather to the side, the enormity of the situation set in.

She had gashes across her back that needed stitches. He went to the emergency button and rang for the in house doctor. He showed up in less than two minutes. When he saw the damage, he turned to Grayson, “Are you trying to get me f*****g killed? I know who you replaced and if he knew what happened… Holy s**t!”

Licious stood up and worked to get out of her suit. She was still crying as any person would be. Her hair was matted under the weight of her leather suit.

“Please don’t tell Duro. “ she whined.

The doctor rolled his eyes and then instructed her to lay across the ‘stable’ again. He cleaned her wounds and stitched the deeper ones. All in all, she required 32 stitches. Grayson thought about finding that guy and then beating him until he required more. He dressed her stitches and handed her a bottle of pain medicine.

“Guyver, she will not be able to take five percenter clients. Please be more careful. You and both know what is truly at stake.” That was sobering. Grayson had made a mistake that could cost him his life. At this point, all three of them had agreed not to speak of the events. Grayson gently stroked Licious’ hair and wiped away her tears.

Grayson whispered, “I’m so sorry.” while holding his forehead against hers.

“You want to take a day off?” He asked her.

She shook her head side to side. He wanted to ask her why this job was so important but all he could do was nod and rub the back of her neck. She continued to cry on his shoulder. He needed to clear his mind of Reeza while he was at work. Licious needed to be his number one priority.

After that evening Grayson sat down and planned out the next 5 years of his life. He needed to make sure that between school, Reeza, and Licious were correctly prioritized. There were only a few months before Reeza turned 18.