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After a long stretch of silence, he looked at me once again. “Don’t call yourself that.”
“Why? That’s what I am. And that’s exactly how you treated me.”
I knew that was our final conversation about the topic.
Cauldron didn’t visit with me, and he seemed busy with work because he had a group of guys over a couple times. They smoked their cigars in the backyard, and I watched him destroy his lungs through the window without guilt.
It didn’t seem quite like a business meeting, because their laughter carried through my open window. The endless rounds of scotch and cigars had loosened their restraint, and now they were just a bunch of men swapping stories and having a good time.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he did have friends.
“I don’t see that fine little number around,” one of the guys said. “You had your fill?”
I strained my ears to listen, even though I didn’t care what he said and I shouldn’t listen in the first place.
Cauldron took a long time to answer. “She’s still here.”
“Damn,” the guy said. “I was hoping for a turn.”
“She’s not for sale, man,” Cauldron said.
“Because you bought her out for the year?” he asked.
“No.” Cauldron’s voice got a little harder. “Because she’s not for sale.”
The conversation died right there on the spot, and a long stretch of silence ensued. A few minutes later, the conversation picked back up, and they discussed the other thing they cared about…money.
Smelling of cigar smoke and booze, he entered my bedroom that night with a purpose. A pair of handcuffs hung from one hand as he stared at me like a predator did prey. “Get on the bed.” Like a military commander, he issued his order with the expectation of full compliance.
I almost refused, until I remembered that it wasn’t my place to refuse anything. I paid for my freedom with my servitude, and since this relationship no longer mattered to me, it was just a job. Nothing more.
I left the couch and moved to the bed, pulling off my loose-fitting t-shirt on the way. My tits were immediately hit with the draft, making my nipples harden to the tips of blades.
He approached the bed and watched, watched me drop the little shorts and the panties underneath. Fully naked, I crawled onto the bed on all fours facing him, my stomach tight, my back arched, with my ass in the air.
He stared at me for a full minute, the intensity of his eyes like the center of a raging hurricane. The cuffs were tossed onto the bed, and then he dropped his bottoms, revealing a rock-hard cock that was ready before he’d stepped foot inside my bedroom. One knee hit the bed. Then the other. The mattress dipped under his heavy weight.
His hand gripped my neck and guided me down, my ass still in the air, bringing my open mouth over his length. The handcuffs lay forgotten on the corner of the bed, and once his dick was inside my mouth and cushioned by my tongue, he fucked me hard.
There was hardly a chance to breathe. A giant piston pounded into my throat with a pace I couldn’t keep up with. I was unable to swallow, and as a result, saliva spilled all over the bed. It was the hardest skull-fuck I’d ever had, utterly ruthless.
“Eyes.”
It was hard for me to tilt my head too much, so my eyes had to strain to see him above me, his skin tinted red with arousal, looking turned on and angry at the same time. His jaw was clenched as if he struggled to subdue his rage. Just as hard as he fucked my pussy, he ravished my mouth, making me gasp in the brief moments where I could take a breath.
Just when I couldn’t take anymore, he stopped.
I gasped more than once, my lungs eager for air.
My wrists were clasped behind my back, and then the cold sting of metal hit my skin. They were locked tightly, allowing no room for maneuverability. My hands were bound together just above my ass, and they were so stiff I couldn’t move an inch.
His strong arms turned me around before he pushed my head into the mattress. With my legs open and my ass high in the air, he positioned himself behind me and gave a hard thrust, my residual saliva minimizing the friction between our bodies.
I gave another gasp because it was so harsh, so unexpected.
With his dick as deep as my body would allow, he fucked me as he pinned my head down, his other hand grabbing my hip. It was so forceful that it hurt every time his dick made it to my cervix. My pleasure wasn’t his concern, so he fucked me like an animal, fucked me like the whore that I was.
Made me realize how gentle he’d been with me before.
