“Thanks.”
Pius gave a quick bow before he departed my bedroom.
The bedchambers were similar to the other one I had, a room large enough that it had its own sitting room, a master bath with a tub that was the size of a small pool. The windows showed the building across the street, the abundant life of the city I once loved.
At some point, I fell asleep on top of the comforter, the bedside lamp still on.
The vibration of the phone stirred me.
With squinting eyes, I reached for the phone.
On my way.
I looked at the time. It was 3:30 in the morning.
What the hell was he doing until three in the morning?
I wanted to fall right back to sleep, but I knew what the consequences would be if I refused. I was on my third strike, and I would be ejected from his protection if I didn’t comply with his demands.
I was still a whore, but now I’d changed hands.
I started to worry if that was all I’d ever be.
Maybe I didn’t deserve more anyway.
I put on the lingerie he’d left for me and did my makeup in the bathroom. I went for the midnight colors, the smoky darkness around my eyes, the fake lashes, the deep lipstick. I made my hair thick with hair spray and my teasing comb, and by the time I was done, I hardly recognized myself.
I pulled on the black pantyhose and slipped on the heels then waited.
A couple minutes later, I heard his footsteps outside my bedroom door. He stepped inside without knocking, the only light in the room coming from the lamp on the bedside table. The curtains were pulled over the windows to hide the world outside.
He was in black jeans and a button-down shirt with his sleeves shoved up to his elbows. A shiny watch caught the light. The top few buttons of his shirt were already undone. The cords in his tight forearms were visible even in the dim light. He walked inside with an air of dominance, like he didn’t just own the room, but me. Dark eyes locked on my face as he drew near, sweeping over my appearance with powerful intensity.
I left the edge of the bed and felt my heels hit the rug beneath me. Even with me in high-heeled shoes, he was still a foot taller than me. He got closer, the smell of his cologne hitting my nose. My heart was in my throat, and I was nervous even though I’d done this so many times before. I’d submitted to men for money, fulfilled their fantasies, but it felt different with him.
His stare seemed to last forever before his hand reached for me. He didn’t brush the soft strands of hair from my face. He didn’t graze my cheek with the backs of his fingers. His hand went for my neck, and he squeezed slightly.
I closed my eyes and braced for the hit.
Nothing happened.
When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me, but his intensity had waned.
“I’m not into that.” His grip remained tight as he guided me to the floor.
I slowly lowered myself, my knees hitting the thick rug around the bed.
He stared down at me, eyes turning hard as steel. He finally released my neck and undid his belt then his trousers. He pushed everything down, his thick cock popping out and pointing right at my face. His fingers wrapped around the base of his length, and he gripped me by the neck again. “Eat my cock.”
My mouth immediately opened, my tongue flattened as a landing strip, and then my throat was stuffed with his enormous dick. I could feel the groove of his vein along the shaft, taste his arousal on my tongue, feel the saliva pool in my mouth until there was nowhere for it to go besides spill out the sides.
He kept his hold on my neck and thrust his hips, doing most of the work while I just took it. He fucked my mouth just as hard as he fucked my pussy, barely giving me the chance to breathe. His eyes were glued to mine, his skin tinted from his desire.
I didn’t drop my gaze, knowing what would happen if I did.
I expected him to edge himself before release, but he pounded into my mouth without reprieve until he came. His fingers dug hard into my flesh as he finished, a quiet moan coming from his strong mouth.
It was over in less than two minutes.
He fucked me like it was nothing but a transaction.
He pulled out of my mouth and stepped back.
I swallowed and wiped the mess from my mouth. With wobbly legs, I made it back to my feet, still in the high heels.
He came up behind me, grabbed me by the back of the neck, and slammed my face into the bed. Bent over with my ass in the air, I tried to push against his hold, but he weighed as much as a load of bricks. “I’m not done, sweetheart.”