Chapter 3

I drag my whiskery chin over his spit-slicked hole. He gasps then moans then pushes back even harder. I press my chin down as hard as I can and rake my bristles the length of his crack. I can tell from the way his muscles contract that it’s making him wince. I smile. I don’t give a shit about this guy. He’s given me his money and even if he takes off now, he isn’t getting it back. But it doesn’t look like there’s any chance of that. This fucker obviously likes it rough. He wants me to scratch up his pucker. He wants to be used and abused.

I spit on his hole. I watch it contract and send another glob splattering across the small ring of pink, wrinkled skin that lies almost hidden behind a thick thatch of dark brown arse hair. I guess it’s the hair that gives his arsehole such an appealing aroma. I take another sniff then kneel behind him.