Chapter 13: Selling Myself To Pleasure

ALMA

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my lips still trembling from what they had felt earlier. It sounded insane, even to me, but it was the first time I’d ever been kissed like that.

I lifted my fingers to my mouth, tracing it. Everything about it still felt unreal—soft, overwhelming; it all feels like a dream.

And now, I have signed myself into something I couldn’t take back.

I had begged him—shamelessly—to teach me how to please a man. I told him it was for Luis. But deep down, I knew the truth. This wasn’t only about my husband. It was about me.

He had made it clear that if I truly wanted to learn, I should come to his house tonight. That he never mixed work with his private life.

And I agreed.

Before going to the hospital this morning, Luis had told me he’d be traveling to London on business today and won’t be returning after a month.

I wasn't upset. If anything, it felt like a door opening.

Maybe this one month he's away might be my only chance to explore and to understand my own body and my own desires.

I’m curious about how a woman reaches her climax not only with a vibrator but also through intercourse.

Tonight, I would ask him to fuck me too. I had already decided. Of course I'm going to ask him.

I slipped into the red lingerie I’d bought earlier today, then pulled on the dress. It was a sky-blue gown, long-sleeved, and dangerously short—ending well above my knees. The fabric clung to every curve of my body, tight in all the right areas.

I had bought it with no clear motive, wondering when I’d ever have the courage to wear something like this. But now, standing in front of the mirror, I knew—this was the moment.

I sprayed the perfume once more, just enough to linger, then applied a soft red lipstick. After one last glance at my reflection, I straightened my shoulders and stepped out.

Following the location he’d sent, I found the estate without difficulties. I drove up and stopped at the gate, and after a moment, a man in a sharp suit slowly opened it.

I drove in and stepped out, my jaw dropping at the sight of the house. It was enormous—bigger than even the Flores estate, let alone Luis’s estate.

I stepped inside cautiously, and the interior took my breath away. Every detail screamed luxury, every corner more stunning than I had pictured.

Wait… a house like this exists here in New Mexico? It was breathtaking.

“Mrs. Flores, welcome to my home,” a familiar voice called. I gasped and looked up. He stood tall on the glass balustrade, dressed in a black suit, a glass of wine resting casually in his hand as he watched me.

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. Carefully and deliberately, I made my way upstairs, every step fueling the heat of anticipation. Tonight… what would become of me?

I stopped in front of him. He took a slow sip of his wine, effortlessly, with his eyes fixed on me. My goodness, he looked so… captivating. I swallowed hard. He set the glass down on a nearby counter, slid his hands into his pockets, and stood with his legs slightly apart, radiating dominance.

“Come, Alma,” he said, his voice low yet commanding. My pulse quickened, and without thinking, I walked toward him.

His hand reached to my chin, tilting my face upward; my grip tightened on my gown, my heart pounding as memories of our kiss flooded back. His thumbs ran softly over my lower lip.

He slowly leaned closer, my heart racing at his tangling breath on my ears. “Alma… you came yourself. There’s no going back,” he whispered, and my body tensed at the weight of his words.

Before I knew it, we were in a dimly lit room bathed in red. Every surface held an array of toys—vibrators of every shape, chains, and cuffs—glinting in the flickering candlelight. The sight of it all sent a shiver through me, my body tensing with a mix of fear and desire.

Sebastian had this… hobby. With his status and appearance, I never expected him to be the “good guy” type. Victoria always despised nerds and nice guys, endlessly describing the kind of man she wanted during family dinners. No doubt, Sebastian fit her description perfectly—at least his appearance and the fact he is wealthy.

He sank slowly onto the sofa, hands settling wide on the headrest, legs slightly apart, his evergreen eyes dark and piercing as they locked onto me.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, his voice gentle but carrying an unmistakable command. My body trembled as I obeyed. He had seen me naked before, yet a flutter of unease still ran through me.

I stood in nothing but my lingerie, feeling exposed—like a girl selling herself—and indeed I was selling myself off. Just that I wasn’t selling my body for money. But pleasure—my own desires.

“Come, Alma,” he said again. My heart sank as I stepped closer slowly.

“Kneel,” he commanded. Without hesitation I lowered myself slowly, my pulse racing.

“Did you watch what I sent you?” His voice was calm and measured, but every word carried weight.

I nodded. I had… countless times. Even before the video he sent, I had watched how blowjobs were done on adult websites, imagining every motion, every detail.

“Then go,” he said, and my throat tightened. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as they reached for his belt. My fingers fumbling, unsure of themselves.

He leaned forward, lifting my chin gently to meet his gaze.

“Relax, Alma. Since it’s your first time, I’ll go easy… for five minutes,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly across my cheek. My breath caught. I nodded, trying to steady my shaking hands.

I unhooked his belt and slid the zipper down.

My hands were trembling as I slowly met his gaze. His eyes were heavy, dark, filled with desire, and something like ownership that made me ache.

“Take it out, Alma,” he commanded, low and firm.

I obeyed, my hands still trembling as I slid down his briefs and pulled out his cock. It throbbed instantly, warm, thick, and long. My breath caught in my throat. I had never seen a cock this big—even the ones in the adult videos paled in comparison. Luis’s would barely reach half this size. A jolt of fear shot through me, mingled with heat that pooled between my thighs.

I wasn’t sure I could take all of it.

"Now, Alma," he whispered, leaning closer, "show me what you learned from the video."