Page 6 of Delightful Sins


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Now I hate him, but everything has become a habit. Being Stan’s whore is second nature to me. I live to please him, and in return, he feeds me, and gives me anything I want, as long as I don’t ask for something outside of his property.

Stan, can we go to the movies?

There’s a media room in this house. I’ll buy whatever movie you want.

Can I go shopping?

I’ll bring a stylist to you.

I would love to go to the restaurant with you. On a date.

The chef will cook you whatever you want.

At least I have the ocean. I just have to stay on his private beach. I haven’t talked to someone else in so long; I don’t even think I know how to hold a conversation anymore. No one who works for Stan is allowed to talk to me, and I’m not allowed to talk to them.

His phone beeping brings me back to reality. He looks under the table and sighs.

“I can’t play with you this morning, Jade. I’m sorry, I just don’t have time.”

I nod. “Let me finish my breakfast and crawl with me to the door. Then you’re free to go enjoy the pool without your outfit.”

I count the minutes, kneeling between his legs as the chef brings him a breakfast that smells so good, I salivate. It pools down my chin, and I suck on the pacifier some more. When my stomach growls, I hear him chuckle above me. It seems like years before he finally gets up and I crawl after him to the front door.

“Be a good girl this morning. I’ll be back at lunch.”

I nod again and watch him leave.Finally.

I don’t move for a few seconds after he leaves. I know he’ll be watching this on his phone in the car, so I put my hands on the door, pretending to long for him. Then I slowly get up and take off everything he made me wear this morning.

It’s only when I’m making my way to the lower level, where the interior pool is, that I hear something breaking upstairs. I freeze on the stairs, looking toward the upper levels. I can’t see much from here, so I call for Stan’s maid.

“Sylvie?” I don’t know why I do that. She wouldn’t answer me.

Climbing back up the stairs, I walk around the house until I see her from the corner of my eye. She’s walking the hallway opposite me, not even looking my way. I retreat, aware that I’m completely naked and under strict orders not to wear anything. Reassured that it’s just her, I head for the pool again.

I love swimming, and the warmth of a heated pool in the middle of winter is a luxury I never thought I’d experience when I was younger. It’s just too bad it comes with being a stay-at-home escort.

But I don’t dwell on it, because it’s the life I chose, and it’s better than being on the North Shore with my own crew wanting me dead. Instead, I decide to be good to Stan and do something that might grant me some pleasure when he comes back.

I swim to the deep end of the pool, which I know is facing the camera. Holding on to the edge with one arm, I look right at it as I slide my other hand to my pussy. It’s underwater, but he’ll still see it fine. I slowly play with my clit, taking my time until I feel it swell under the pads of my index and middle fingers. I imagine the last time Stan bent me over the bed and made me take itlike a good puppet. I think of the ways he pounds into me so relentlessly.

When I slide one finger to my entrance and push in, his voice morphs into someone else’s. His movements are different, and he puts his hands around my throat like Elliot used to do. That’s when my wetness doubles. My mouth falls open and my eyes flutter shut as I press another finger inside me. I fuck myself, moaning loudly, even though Stan can’t hear anything through the cameras. My heartbeat pulses in my ears, everything around me disappearing. It’s not long before my breathing becomes shallow, and my moans are cut short by a soft whimper exploding out of me as I come on my fingers.

“That was quite a show.”

My heart jumps out of my chest as I open my eyes, snapping around to face the edge of the pool. Two pairs of feet are right in my line of sight. I look up to find one of them squatting, and the other looking down, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Hello, Jade.” Elliot, who crouches beside me, smiles brightly. That horrible fake smile he gives everyone he’s about to fuck over.

He’s here to kill me.

I know it.

4

JADE

toxic energy – blackbear, The Used

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