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“I’m never happy to see you,” I hiss, venom dripping in my words as he tilts his head back and laughs, the sound empty and cold like the rest of him.
“At least she’s honest,” he says, walking me to the massive bathroom.
It is just as plain as the bedroom, but the tile surrounds the floors and walls is an expensive ivory, that much I can tell. It has a double sink with a gold trimmed mirror, a massive shower with glass doors and a tub on the opposite end, which is of course, ivory.
He sets me down on the porcelain toilet, only a small bit of urine leaving my body since I am running on only a small bit of water. When I wipe and then wash my hands, I turn and wait for him to grab me, but this time, he doesn’t.
He stands there for a moment, staring at me as my brows knit together in confusion.
“What are you—“
“Strip.” He barks, the order simple and loud as I stare at him.
I don’t move, I don’t speak, I just stand there and look at him in disbelief. His impatience grows and when he marches towards me, he grabs a handful of my dirty hair and yanks my head back, his lips near mine as he hisses the word again.
“I saidstrip.”
He releases me and I feel the flush of uncertainty heat my skin. I obey his command with trembling hands. I remove my shirt and then my bra, my hands covering my breasts. When I dropmy skirt, he yanks my arm away from my chest, exposing me as my nipples tighten from the cold air that's now hitting them.
“Do not hide yourself from me,” he snaps darkly, his gaze raking over my naked body.
I can’t see the details of his expression, but I can feel his desire flood the room. It is thick and suffocating, choking me as I stand there in my most vulnerable form. He gazes at me for a while, his eyes traveling the entire length of my body as we both fall silent except for my heavy breathing.
When he undoes his belt and drops his pants to the floor, my jaw drops slightly. My eyes widen as they go to his sex, the hard outline of it resting against his muscular thigh. This is my first time ever seeing a penis and even though I can’t see it well, I can tell that it is huge like the rest of him. Although I hate this man with every fiber of my being, I can’t deny the fact that he is devastatingly beautiful. I can’t also deny the fact that my body is drawn to him. Perhaps I am just as fucked up as the men that are in this business. Maybe I was born with the same sickness that my father and brothers have.
“On your knees,” he commands, towering over me as I gaze up into the coldness of his eyes, my body trembling form both his words and anticipation.
He clicks his tongue at me, my teeth marring my lip as I slowly sink to my knees on the tiled floor. My eyes are now level with his cock, which is growingharder the longer I stare at it. His hand reaches for my jaw, roughly cupping it as he pulls me forward, my mouth only a breath away from his sex.
“Open,” he order and I do, his thumb tracing my lips before he moves his hand to the back of my head, pushing me closer so that the head of his cock presses against the opening of my mouth.
“Suck,” he demands, staring down at me as my eyes flicker up to his, embarrassment flooding me before fear even has the chance.
“I… I don’t know how. I’ve never-I’ve never done this,” I say quietly, and as the words leave my lips, he smiles and pushes his cock inside, my eyes widening and tearing up as the head presses against the back of my throat, choking me.
“Like this,” he moans, grabbing a fistful of my hair and maneuvering my head so that he slides in and out of my mouth.
“Hollow your cheeks,” he says and I obey, for a reason that is unbeknownst to me.
Maybe it's not because I'm afraid. Not because I fear he will kill me, but because, for some sick, twisted reason...I want to learn. I'm curious to see if this man can express emotions other than cold anger. And I want to be the one who coaxes them from him.
I let my tongue swirl around the velvet skin of his cock, the thickness of it invading every bit of my mouth. Every time he pulls back, I circle the head and every time he pushes in, I suck it like its candy. The taste is unlike anything I’ve experienced. It is heady and earthy, natural, intoxicating in its own way and, for some reason, I grow greedy for more.
“Look at me, Lori,” he orders and I flick my gaze up to his as I suck him tighter, my tongue snaking around his length as his face grows harsh and his movements become aggressive.
Before I can move, his hips begin to jerk, and his sexslowly begins to swell inside my mouth. When my gaze moves from his cock to his eyes, he moans, making me wish I could see the details of his expression.The thought is fleeting, but it is there.
“Swallow it,” he demands, his fingertips nearly bruising the skin of my jaw. “All of it.”
And before I can even question him, I swallow. My mouth fills with a thick, odd tasting liquid and I know right then that this is his orgasm.
I’m a virgin, but I know what a climax is. I’ve been giving them to myself for years, however this is an entirely new ballpark. A male orgasm is something I’ve never witnessed. It’s not like I can watch porn, for Christ’s sake.
His cum fills my mouth, and, almost instinctively,I spit it out, but I obey his command. I swallow every drop he feeds me, which is more than I believe should be normal. His orgasm lasts forever and stretches for miles, and all I can do is sit there and take it, which, while depressing, excites that small sick part of me.
But the excitement doesn’t last long. He pulls away as soon as he’s done, tucking his cock back into his pants before the sound of his zipper closing fills the room. He then grabs me by the tops of my arms, lifting me and planting me in front of the massive, glass shower.
“Wash yourself,” he snaps and, immediately, I feel dehumanized, even more than when I was roped to the bed.
