Chapter 89 Pleasuring the Maid IV

Chapter 89 Pleasuring the Maid IV
Chapter 4: Swallow It

The next morning, Coreen met Royce's friend. The man is handsome with this boy next door aura in him. Unlike Royce, who's devilishly handsome.

"Good morning," he greeted while smiling at her. "Coreen, right? I'm Zyke. Z-y-k-e, but pronounced as Zeke."

She nodded and smiled slightly. "Good morning."

"Man, this is ridiculous." Zyke chuckled, referring to the glass wall.

Coreen watched the man closely and  remembered how he tapped Royce's arm and the latter even casually touched his friend. How close are they for Royce to be able to touch him and let Zyke touch him?

"If, uhm, if you don't mind me asking, who are you really?"

"A friend," Zyke answered simply. "I am his co-worker as well."

"And that job is?" she couldn't help but ask. Maybe she can get an answer out of him.

"Why? Are you curious to know what immature people like me do?"

Coreen just rolled her eyes at Royce's petty answer when he suddenly appeared and ignored the man before finishing preparing the table.

"Eat. We have so many things to do."

She secretly and silently watched the two. They ate together and talked silently. She couldn't hear a word they were saying.

What is their job? And they both have a gun. Is it just a toy or is it connected to whatever they do? What if he uses it for their so-called job?

Coreen's mind is overwhelmed by speculations. She needs to know the truth, but how?

"Woman, we're going now. Be ready for tonight," Royce said with a hidden meaning behind his words. She looked at Zyke, but his face was blank, but he could see something in his eyes. It was as if he knew exactly what Royce was talking about.

"Nice meeting you, Coreen. I'll see you around."

She only nodded her head in answer and followed them with her eyes before they disappeared behind the door.

What is waiting for her tonight?



All of us will do everything for our family. For their own good. We are willing to do everything we can for them. But we also have different degrees of courage. How much can you do for them? How long can you go? How low can you get?

And this is how far Coreen would go for her family.

She slowly unwrapped the black box he gave her. She looked up and stared at him through the mirror wall he had put up between them. He inclined his head for her to continue, and she did. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a pair of beautiful red gloves inside. The shade seemingly looks like blood, making her swallow.

Again, she looked at Royce. "This is mine?" she asked while pointing at the bloody gloves.

"Wear it," he ordered, using his deep voice that sent thousands of pleasures deep within her and straight to her core. She bit her lip but did as he asked, because what choice did she really have?

She is now paid to do everything he wants, even if everything in her is against it.

She wore them and was amazed at the texture and how it perfectly fit her hands. She was like a singer in the opera she had seen on television. She was just shocked when she heard a motion in front of her, and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor when she saw it. Royce was slowly stripping off his jeans, and she couldn't look away at the sight of his black boxer briefs with an impressive bulge.

She swallowed as she stared at his almost nude body. It's not like it's going to be the first time she'll see his dick, but still, if you are in her position, seeing that huge anatomy he calls a dick will always be shocking. Coreen's eyes lifted up to his face, and all he could see in his eyes was desire and lust. She wonders what he has under his sleeves now.

He wasted no time in removing his boxers, and heat pooled inside her tummy at the sight of that hard cock pointing at her, ready to play. She can't take her eyes off it, afraid that it will bite her if she does.

"Come closer and kneel," he ordered once more.

She obeyed, kneeled in front of the 'glory hole' as he called it, and waited for his next move. She watched like a hawk as he walked closer and inserted his throbbing dick through the hole 'til she came face to face with his leaking tip. Pre-cum is dripping out of the slit, and she had the urge to lick it, but she knows her boundaries and rules: never touch him with her bare hands and skin.

She looked up from his snake to his face, waiting for his next command. "Touch me and make me feel good."

She swallowed the saliva in her mouth and panted, heat creeping up her cheeks at his command. She has never done this before, and she does not even know how to do it. This is why he gave her a pair of gloves.

"This is worth a hundred thousand, Coreen," he reminded her impatiently.

How could she ever forget that every time she sees Royce, he reminds her what kind of life she now has? She's doing all this for money. She will do the rest he commands, even if it's beyond her limitations. And she knows that with every increase in the numbers he pays her, the harder and dirtier the task is.

"You've seen me do it. Just copy what I did yesterday."

She closed her eyes as she tried to remember what he'd done exactly. She remembers how he pleased himself and how he moved his gloved hand up and down his own dick. He panted and groaned as he watched her pleasuring herself. It brought more pleasure to her body, and it made her shiver with desire. These things are all new to her, but her mind seems to have a mind of its own in doing so.

She lifted her shaking hands and wrapped them around his hard veiny cock, making him gasp a little, but she heard it anyway. She watched his face as she slowly moved her hand at a slow pace. She watched as he gritted his teeth and bit his lip, and she felt a surge of power she had never felt before. She was comforted by the look on his face, so she had to tighten her grip on it and move her hand faster. Harder. Tighter.

"Oh, fuck. That's it, woman. Keep doing that," he moaned out, which almost made her moan herself. She can feel her already-soaked pants rubbing against her as she moves her hand.

Even though she was wearing gloves, she could feel the warmth of his manhood. Its size, its width, its length—every root seemed to throb in her grip. Every vein and skin.

She moved her hand up and down, in circles, and back and forth.

She looked up and saw him leaning his head on the glass wall with his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open. She didn't know what came over her, but she squeezed it, and suddenly, he was coming all over her face, making her gasp and causing some of his essence to shoot into her mouth.

She stood up abruptly and didn't know what to do. Royce stared at her from the mirror and smiled at her as he stared at her while panting softly.

"Scoop it all and put it inside your mouth," he commanded with no sense of humor at all, so she had no choice but to comply. She scooped all of his juices on her face and put them inside her mouth, making her cringe with the sour and bitter taste of them.

She closed her mouth when it was finally all in and waited for him to ask her to spit it all out.

"Swallow it." He commanded, his tone leaving no room for her to refuse.

She was shocked at this. He wants her to swallow his babies! His babies! Just the thought of it makes her want to gag.

"Go on now, woman." he urged, tone unchanging.

With her eyes closed, she swallowed the proof of what she did today that would probably scare her to life. Making a face at the taste of it. It tasted and smelled terrible. 

"Good girl," he praised and she could hear amusement in his voice before he left her there dumbfounded.

A tear fell from her eye as she wiped her mouth with the back of her gloved hand. She stared at her hands in confusion and an aroused state. Why did she feel this way? There is no turning back now. This is her life now. Someone's plaything until he gets tired of her.

God, when did her life become a sin?