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“Show me first.” He gripped my head with both hands and fucked me deep, forcing my jaw to drop even farther to accommodate all of him. I struggled to breathe, struggled to remain upright because he was hitting me with so much force. Saliva spilled everywhere, my tears ruining my mascara.
Now I felt like his possession, his object he could do with whatever he wanted. He’d just made me feel good, and now I wanted to make him feel even better. I wanted to be worth the money he’d paid. But his dick was so big and my mouth was so small. Despite my inexperience, he didn’t take it easy on me.
He would never take it easy on me.
He stopped thrusting and shoved his dick completely inside me, releasing with a loud moan. His dick twitched in response, throbbing in pleasure. The come dumped into my mouth, piles of it dropping onto the back of my tongue and my throat.
I forced myself not to gag.
He gave a few more pumps as he finished, his moans decreasing in volume until he was completely finished. Then he released my hair and stopped digging his fingers into the back of my neck. He slowly pulled his soaked dick out of my mouth, his white come stilled pooled at his tip. Saliva stretched between the head of his dick and my mouth. That same concentrated expression was on his face, but now it was deeper—darker. “Show me.”
I finally caught my breath, felt more air in my throat than I did before. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue out, showing the white come that had webbed all over my mouth. It stuck to my teeth and formed a mesh everywhere.
He grabbed my neck and examined his seed. He eventually gave a slight nod in approval. “Swallow.”
I closed my mouth and swallowed the pile of come. I couldn’t get it all, so I swallowed a few times.
Conway watched me, observing my throat shift with the effort. “Open.”
I opened my mouth and showed him again.
“Good.” He released my neck and pulled his boxers back to his hips. He grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled those over his legs.
I stayed on my knees, waiting for his next orders.
But none were forthcoming. He walked out of my bedroom and shut the door behind him, not looking at me before he left. The only noise I heard was the click of the doorknob. Then there was just silence.
I sat on the floor with the saliva pooled around my mouth. My eyes were still wet from the tears I’d shed. I’d expected him to fuck me, but he never did. I wondered if that was intentional, or if he just preferred the blow job.
I knew this was how the rest of my life would be. I would be expected to perform at a moment’s notice.
But at least I would enjoy it too.
15
Conway
I walked through the house in my swim trunks with the towel over my shoulder. “Dante?”
“Yes, sir?” He appeared at my side, stepping out of the corner from nowhere.
“I’ll take my breakfast in forty-five minutes. Tell Sapphire she is to join me.”
“Of course. Enjoy your swim, sir.”
“Thank you, Dante.” I arrived at the pool and pulled the goggles off my head. I dived into the water and immediately began my laps, swimming back and forth to finish a thousand meters before I started my day. It was a beautiful summer day, and the land was always warm even though it wasn’t even eight yet.
I did my underwater turns and then swam back, stretching myself to exercise every muscle in my body. I kicked hard and picked up the pace, racing against myself. The cool water moved past me, gently soothing the warm muscles as they burned under the skin.
When I finished my session, I climbed out of the water and let the drops roll off my body and hit the deck. I ripped off my goggles and tossed them aside, knowing Dante would correctly care for them.
Dante already had the table on the terrace prepared for breakfast. A white tablecloth covered the surface, and the white umbrella shielded the chairs from the hot sun. A small vase held a single red rose, picked from the property.
I used the towel to dry myself, starting with my arms and legs and then my hair. When I was dry enough, I took a seat at the table and saw the collection of Italian newspapers and my cell phone. I looked through my emails as I waited for my guest to join me.
Sapphire arrived on the terrace in a long white dress with her hair extending over her chest. Her makeup was done, and she looked ready to embrace the summer sun in the large sun hat she wore. She sat across from me and scooted her chair in, her blue eyes hardly moving to my face.
