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He caught my hand in his, fusing his moist lips with my knuckles.
The gesture felt strangely romantic, but he was just following a routine, rising back on the path of my body. Though not to my shoulders. He was heading straight to the exposed part of my breasts, carefully attending the skin that the cup of the bra could not keep hidden.
I suddenly felt sick. Notlovesickor even excited. Just sick, as if I just had something bad to eat, and the gaging up reflex was piling up in the pit of my stomach, quickly escalating to my throat.
I guess I was sick of what I ended up doing. Of how desperate I’d become to prove a point that probably was wrong from the start.
Brax wasn’t even going to lift a finger to stop us. Everything I had been hoping for was only in my head. There was never anus. He was right all along. I was the gullible fool, thinking that I could ever tame a wild beast.
I could hear the man groan, and that only managed to completely terrify me. I know it wasn’t his fault, but the sound seemed so real that it somehow reminded me of my kings. However the man standing in front of me was someone completely different. I didn’t even know his name. He was justthe man....the man that I was about to have sex with.
It made me feel cheap, and used, but mostly altogether a fool to have orchestrated this.
What was shaking me to the bones was that I was exactly like him. A prisoner of the game, using my body to entertain the audience.
I barely bit back a tear, feeling him reaching the straps of my bra, letting them one by one slip over my shoulders to finally get to the fastener that held the piece of lingerie together.
My body was petrified, hanging on with all possible strength not to just run through the door. My pulse was at its max, and a few tears could not be stopped this time from peaking at the corner of my eyes.
I couldn’t even understand why, but this felt so different from what I had with any of my kings. If with them I felt constrained by the situation, this time I felt repugnant, even though the man was very far from being in any way repulsive. I think I was the repulsive one, at least for my being, becoming the most toxic version of myself I could be.
Sensing his hands move to unclasp my bra, I felt as if I was about to lose all stability, but a strangely calm voice brought me back to my senses.
‘Get out!’
I wasn’t even sure who was speaking. It sounded slightly like Brax but much more out of breath than his usual tone.
I must be hallucinating,I told myself, trying not to focus on the moment my bra would fall and betray any kind of reaction.
But the man that was glued onto me until a second before suddenly let go of the piece of material before it popped open.
With robotic movements, he turned to leave as if someone had twisted his key and set him on his course.
Was it real?
Was it Brax’s voice that I thought I’d heard?
I was too afraid to turn to look at the door and see if it was real or just a trick of my imagination. I just remained motionless, listening to the heavy steps that were closing in on me, but nothing could have prepared me for the image of Brax standing in front of me. He didn’t even look like himself anymore, so transfigured by rage that I was starting to believe I was more likely face to face with a mad bull.
His nostrils flared with the hot air pumping through his lungs, and before I could even decide if this was a good or a bad thing, he lifted me by the waist and sat me on the edge of the holstered table.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ I retaliated, trying to look surprised and not like I had just found an answer to my prayers.
‘I’m not going to let you fuck some random guy. You are not a whore,’ my king roared so loud that the glass in the wall shook with the power of his voice.
‘Yet, you treat me like one,’ I muttered, gathering all my strength to stare directly into his emerald eyes.
I was far from intimidating him, more like luring him to come closer. ‘Open your fucking legs and hear me out.’ He spread my thighs to find a place between them, crashing me on the twitching bulge in his pants.
‘Exactly what I was saying.’
‘Shut up, Bea. Now listen to me because I’m only going to say this once.’ He took a second to find the right words. ‘You’re free.’
Those were far from the words I had imagined he’d use.
‘I release you from the contract. Leave or stay. The choice is yours.’ Short sentences to determine the course of two destinies.
Typically Brax.
