“Excuse me?” The words are out of my mouth before I can rethink them, my tone filled with pure disbelief. I’ve never met a man who’s so bluntly put things. Who’s ever demanded something utterly perverse of me.
He doesn’t react to my shock. He blinks, eyes flickering from my slackened jaw, and down to the semen that coats his lower abs, before he returns that gaze back at me, and snickers.
“I thought what I said was pretty clear,” He says, his fingers flexing around my wrist, before he releases it and shifts, his muscles bulging, glistening with the dew of his arousal.
I’ve never…. Swallowed before.
God, even in my mind, I’m flustered because I feel completely out of my element.
I feel like a cheap hooker.
I close my mouth, a soft humming noise moving past my closed lips, before I nod slowly.
I can do this.
It’s not that hard. Drag my tongue all over his body, and savor the salty taste of him on my tongue – or so they say – how hard can it truly be?
I lean forward, ignoring the way my shoulders shake as I move. I kneel before him, careful to press my hands on the desk beside his body. As if bracing myself on the wood, is mental preparedness enough to help me do this. The wood is cold beneath my fingers, like the man looming above me, and it doesn’t settle things. It stirs my anxiety around until I’m practically chattering.
He’s unimpressed.
I can tell by the distaste clearly on his face, his lip curled upward like he’s witnessing something utterly nauseating.
It makes me clamp up more.
“I have a question.” He adds, his voice a booming entity in the awkward silence hovering above us. “Why sell yourself to be useless?”
Useless.
Ouch.
I bite my lip, divert my eyes from his scowling face, and flex my fingers as I think of what to say. It wasn’t my intention to be useless. I fully went into this with the intent of being useful. Of fighting for my life, instead of starving on the street.
He shoves me away, hard enough to cause me to fall backward on my ass, before he wipes away his semen with a tissue, and redoes his pants. He shakes his head, moving around the desk to the chair, before waving at the door.
“See yourself out.”
“Out?”
“Did I stutter?”
My confusion is blatant. I don’t know whether he means out of the office, or out of his home. Out of his life or out of his sight?
Clearly I’ve proved myself unworthy of a 500,000 buyout. I’m damaged goods. Not worth his time.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’ve said that before.”
“I have…”
“So clearly those words mean nothing.”
My mouth falls open, surprise all over my face as I stand.
“Th-they do. I just, I’m new to all this.”
“And I’ve made myself clear that I will not coddle your innocence.”
“Innocence? There’s none here.”
That’s piqued his attention. He arches a brow, tapping his chin before his eyes move over something on his desk. When he finally settles them back on me, a devious smirk lines his mouth.
“Then what would you call your lack of… ability.”
He gestures to my mouth which I’m currently gliding my tongue along, since my lips feel so chapped.
I swallow the lump in my throat, hoping to gain some saliva back in my mouth so I can answer without sounding like an utterly frightened imbecile.
“I’m sorry… Sir.”
I don’t know what else to call him. I don’t know his damn name.
I’m startled when the door to the office bursts open and in trudges another man in a business suit who’s just as breathtakingly attractive as my buyer, except his hair is blonde. The man’s eyes slide over my body, only clad in panties and a bra, before he moves his amused gaze to my buyer.
“Levi,” The man greets, and that’s when it clicks.
“Levi?” His name leaves my lips before I have a chance to clamp my mouth shut. My buyer’s eyes narrow, anger tensing the muscle in his jaw as he moves his gaze over my face.
“Get out.”
I nod, spinning and scurrying away from the room quickly, avoiding the intense stare of the man who’s entered. The last thing I hear before the door closes is Levi.
“Shitty timing, Silas,” Levi grunts before the doors closed and I’m left on my own. I slowly venture up the steps, hoping to find a room that gives off a signal that it’s mine, considering exhaustion is slowly settling on my shoulders.
I could go for a nap.
A twenty-four hour nap.
And a bath…
I glance behind me as I ascend the steps. He isn’t coming. He’ll probably be in that meeting for a while. I can spare a few quick moments for a bath. I’ll just wear a towel…
When I arrive to a room, I’m convinced it’s the guest room. It’s cold. No signs of any personal attachments like pictures, personal items, or anything. It’s meant for looking, because I’m sure no one would dare sleep beneath this frightening man’s roof.
I move towards the ensuite bathroom, eyes widening at the sight of the beautiful modern decorum and the giant soaking tub that’s calling my name.
Finally. Something semi-normal.
My feet pad towards the tub, and I inhale a deep breath before slowly letting it out and starting the water.
I send out a quick prayer to anyone listening that he doesn’t get done with his meeting before I’ve finished, as I don’t want to know what wrath might ensue upon being discovered.
He’s incredibly uptight.
He might not like the fact I’ve showered without permission. But what did he expect? For me to hover outside? I’d probably get in trouble for eavesdropping.
Within the privacy of the bathroom, I have no trouble confidently removing my bra, and then shimmying out of my panties. The cool air in the bathroom makes my nipples harden painfully, but as soon as I near the edge of the soaker tub and the steam rolls over my goose bumped flesh, I sigh gently, and step into it.
It’s been so long since I’ve taken a bath.
All the grungy motels I’ve bounced to didn’t have a tub that was clean enough to bathe.
I moan as the water envelops my skin, heating it up, enlivening me more than anything has in the past year.
I don’t even care that there’s no soap. Or that I didn’t even look for it. Because it’s not about getting clean. It’s about feeling something. Something that isn’t completely horrible. For the first time in twelve months.
I rest the back of my neck on the edge of the tub and by the way that it curves, it’s actually comfortable.
My eyes flutter closed for a moment, the soft sound of gently sloshing water from every deep breath I take is calming.
I let my thoughts drift for a moment. I let myself imagine that I’m back home, and it’s two years earlier, and I’m submerged in a bath after a night out with friends.
And my sister is alive.
And everything’s alright.
“Sasha.”
He says my name, and I immediately snap my attention to him standing in the doorway. Levi doesn’t look amused as he meets my gaze. I can’t keep my eyes from roaming down his body, knowing exactly what lurks beneath those clothes he has on, before I dare a glimpse back at his intense eyes.
Oh shit.
“You’re naked…”
His eyes move to my neck.
“And wet…”
He takes a few steps forward, and I know he’s able to see my naked flesh beneath the clear water. My nipples are hard and dark for his eyes to feast upon.
“And in my tub.”
“Your tub?”
But I thought…
“Yes, my tub.”
He snickers but the amusement doesn’t reach his eyes. He rubs his chin thoughtfully, before cracking his neck.
“I thought I would take this slowly for your sake… let you show me just what you are capable of, but that’s proving anticlimactic, and I’m an impatient man.”
“What does that mean?”
I sit up in the tub, eyes bulging when I realize my breasts are out of the water and the air aids the tightness of my nipples.
“Now that I have you here… dripping and bare for me, I’m just going to break you in.”
“Break me in?”
I hate how innocent I sound with my high pitched, startled voice, but it just goads him on.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
He walks towards the tub until he’s right in front of it, leaning to place his hands on the edge, not giving a shit if I see his eyes move over my pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, so rough, that innocence won’t exist when I’m done. That hesitation will be gone, and Sasha… when I am finished, you will beg me for more.”