“You’re a poor little girl whose daddy doesn’t love her anymore. She has to find a new daddy. One who’ll buy her pretty things and tell her she’s beautiful.” I let out a dark chuckle. “You just want to be loved.” I stroke her wet hair. “Sorry, little one, but you found the wrong daddy. I just want to hurt you and humiliate you and shame you. I’m not built to love so if that’s what you’re thinking you’ll get out of this, you’re wrong. I’ll play with you like I’ve done everything in my life, and when I get bored, I’ll find something else to entertain me. Maybe next year it’ll be a yacht. This year, it’s you.”
A cruel, yet necessary reminder of exactly what this is between us.
Her eyes flood with tears, and she’s never looked so pretty.
“Beg for my dick, you poor girl. Beg for it.”
“No,” she chokes out.
“I’m paying you to beg. That’s all this is. You serving me. It’s your job.”
“I hate you.”
“Your pussy is slick, and your ass is filled,” I rumble. “The last thing you’re feeling is hate. You wish I’d stuff this cock in your tight, almost virgin cunt.”
“Fuck you, Constantine!”
“You want that, baby, because then you can start planning the wedding. Am I right? You think if I fuck you, I’ll put a ring on it?”
A tear races down her cheek. “I would never marry someone like you.”
“Beg. For. My. Come.”
Another tear. “No.”
“It’s all or nothing, Ash. Don’t go weak on me now. You’re so close to forty fucking thousand dollars. You’re not too proud. Think of your career one day.”
She sobs. “Please.”
“Good girl,” I grunt. “Such a good girl.”
My come shoots out hot and violent, hitting her eyebrow and then her cheek. With each spurt, I coat her pretty face in my seed. As soon as I’m drained and my dick just drips, I use my cock to smear the come in, reveling in her shocked gasp. I smack her mouth with my dick before pulling back.
Per our agreement, I take a few pictures from her phone so she won’t forget every filthy thing we did. Long after this thing between us is over, she’ll have this moment stored in her memories—and the cloud for that matter—to get her through her boring missionary sex with her future Prince Charming. I’ll be the villain who haunts her fantasies when she has to touch herself, searching for one ounce of the pleasure I used to freely give.
“Clean your face up, Cinderelliott. Let’s hope you clean yourself better than you clean my office. You’re a fucking mess.”
18
Ash
I run into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. When I catch a glimpse of my messy face in the mirror, I cry harder.
What am I doing?
I just allowed him to humiliate me for forty thousand dollars.
It was horrible.
Turning on the sink, I quickly splash water on my face to wash off his come and my tears. I continue to cry, horrified at my actions as I scrub my face clean. I’m just turning the sink back off when I sense his presence.
“Go away,” I sob, unable to meet his stare in the mirror.
“Look at me.”
I shake my head, sending more tears flowing down my cheeks. “No.”
He grips my hips and twists me around to face him. His expression is pinched slightly, an unusual one on his normally cool features. With a clean towel, he dabs at my face, drying it. I meet his blue eyes and get lost in them.
I don’t understand this man.
I thought I could play in his league, but I am so out of my depth here.
“You’re brave,” he murmurs as he drops the towel at our feet. “And beautiful.” His fingers brush back my messy hair. “And mine.”
My bottom lip wobbles. I have nothing to say to him. His words mean nothing to me.
He unclamps each nipple clamp, tossing them to the ground. My nipples throb, but I refuse to wince with him staring holes into me.
“Time for bed, little one.”
He takes my hand and guides me out of the bathroom. I hate that my heart flutters a little at his gentleness. The overhead light has been turned off in the bedroom, the box and toys are gone, and the phone is no longer recording. He’s already pulled back the covers, and the soft bedside light is the only light in the room. I fall for his stupid tricks, because my heart skips at the way he’s taking care of me. Once I’m in the bed, he pulls the covers over my naked body. The butt plug feels strange, but I’m already getting used to it.
“Goodnight, Ash.”
“Can I sleep in your bed?” I blurt out, my eyes burning with tears.
He tenses, his expression turning cruel again. “That’ll cost you more than you can afford.”