Chapter 3: Chauffeur's Special
The limousine glided through the neon-washed arteries of the city, a silent vessel in the noisy night. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather and the lingering shame from the jet. Ariana stared at her reflection in the darkened window, seeing a stranger with smudged eyeliner and a hollow look in her eyes. She could still taste Margot, a faint, salty tang that made her stomach clench.
Silas adjusted his trousers, the fabric rustling in the quiet. He hadn’t spoken since they’d gotten in the car, his presence a cold weight between them. Now, he turned his head, his gaze landing on Margot, who was curled into the corner, trying to make herself small.
“Come here,” he said, his voice flat.
Margot flinched but obeyed, sliding across the smooth leather until she was kneeling on the floor of the limo before him. The city lights strobed across her face, illuminating the tracks of dried tears.
Ariana watched, her hands clenched into fists in her lap. This was the deal. This was the price. She repeated it like a mantra, but the words were beginning to lose their meaning.
Silas unzipped his pants with a sharp rasp. His cock, thick and already fully hard, sprang free. He wrapped a hand in Margot’s blonde hair, not gently, and guided her head towards his lap. “Open,” he commanded.
Margot’s body went rigid for a second, a final, futile protest. Then, with a shuddering exhale, she parted her lips. He pushed himself inside, not waiting for her to adjust. Ariana saw Margot’s eyes water instantly, her jaw straining to accommodate his girth. A choked gurgle escaped her throat as the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth.
“That’s it,” Silas murmured, his eyes locked on the obscene sight of his length disappearing between her perfect, Hollywood lips. “Take it all.”
He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that was more about possession than pleasure. His grip on her hair tightened, controlling the pace. Margot’s hands came up to rest on his thighs, not pushing him away, but bracing herself. Her nostrils flared with each thrust, her breathing a ragged, desperate sound.
“Ariana,” Silas said without looking at her. “Get over here. Make sure she doesn’t get lazy.”
Ariana’s body moved on autopilot. She slid off the seat and knelt beside Margot. The close proximity magnified the sounds: the wet, slick noise of Silas fucking Margot’s mouth, the sharp intake of breath through her nose, the soft creak of the limousine’s suspension.
“His balls,” Silas instructed, his voice a low thrum. “Play with them.”
Ariana reached out, her fingers trembling. She cupped the heavy sac, feeling the tight, wrinkled skin. She began to massage them, her touch mechanical. She focused on the texture, the weight, anything to separate her mind from what her hands were doing. She could feel the powerful flex of Silas’s hips, the raw force being driven into Margot’s throat.
“Faster,” he grunted, and his movements became rougher, more punishing. He was using her face, his hips pistoning, his pubic bone smacking against her lips. Margot’s body jerked with each impact, tears now streaming freely down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva slicking his shaft.
“Thirty seconds,” Silas announced, his breathing growing harsh. “Then you switch. Let’s see which one of you is better at this. Let’s see who can really deep-throat a cock.”
The countdown was a horror. Ariana watched the muscles in Margot’s neck work, saw the painful bulge each time Silas buried himself to the hilt. She felt a perverse, competitive spark ignite in her gut. She couldn’t lose. Not even at this.
“Time’s up.”
He pulled out of Margot’s mouth with a slick pop. She collapsed forward, coughing violently, strings of saliva and pre-cum dripping from her chin onto the expensive carpet. She gasped for air, her whole body trembling.
Silas didn’t give her a moment. He turned his predatory gaze to Ariana. “Your turn, pop star. Show me what you’ve got.”
He fisted his cock, stroking it once, glistening with Margot’s spit. Ariana leaned forward, the previous taste of Margot now mingling with the new, stark flavor of him. She opened her mouth, determined to be clinical, to be efficient.
But he wasn’t having it. He grabbed a handful of her high ponytail and yanked her head forward, impaling her on his length in one brutal thrust. She gagged immediately, her eyes flying wide. It was too much, too fast. He filled her entire mouth, pressing hard against her soft palate, threatening to go farther.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his head falling back against the seat. “Fuck, yes. Swallow it. Take it all, you little slut.”
He set a relentless, face-fucking pace from the start. There was no rhythm, only a savage drive to use her throat. Ariana’s world narrowed to the suffocating pressure, the struggle to breathe through her nose, the violent ache in her jaw. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the sight of Margot watching her, a hollowed-out look of shared horror on her face.
He fucked her mouth like it was a cunt, grunting with each thrust. “Deeper,” he snarled, pulling her hair harder, forcing her nose into the coarse hair at his base. She felt him swell, the veins on his shaft pulsing against her tongue.
“Gonna come,” he warned, his voice a raw growl. “Open your throat.”
He slammed home and held there, buried to the root. Ariana felt a violent convulsion in her throat as she fought not to vomit. Then she felt the hot, thick pulses of his release jetting directly down her esophagus. He held her there, pumping his cum into her stomach, until she was dizzy and clawing at his wrist.
When he finally released her, she fell back, choking and gasping, the taste of him overwhelming everything. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Silas tucked himself away, zipped his pants, and looked out the window as if nothing had happened. The limo was turning off the main road, beginning its ascent.
“We’re here,” he said calmly.
Through the window, Ariana could see the imposing iron gates of a massive estate swinging open, leading to a long, dark drive lined with skeletal trees. The mansion at the end was a monolith of shadow and light, waiting for them. The night, it seemed, was only just beginning.