CHAPTER SIX

Bella.

My brain was vacant, I could come up with a single thought, nothing was going on in my head.

I was beyond certain if you threw something in there, it’ll echo. I searched my head, trying to come up with something, an answer, a funny comeback.

I always had my treasure stack of comebacks ready to serve. It’s why Madame C nicknamed me smart mouth.

I probably looked like a dumb fish opening and closing my mouth beneath him, his cock still glistening in my face.

His lips curled in a wicked condescending smile, his eyes blazing. I finally recognized the look he’d been wearing all along, it was hate, disgust. His was angry.

“Don’t let me stop you, you were doing a wonderful job.”

It took a moment for me to catch up with what he was talking about. How did this happen? Did I forget to spike his drink properly in my haze?

That wasn’t possible, the drug was strong enough to knock even the strongest of men out with just a pinch.

“I’m not a patient man Isabella and I spent a lot of money for you.”

Something about the way he said my name, the way my name rolled out his lips, the darkness in his voice smoking it up had my pussy tingling, the traitor.

I didn’t miss how he mentioned paying a lot for me, he wanted to remind me what I was.

His eyes held a challenging look in them, one heavy with promises and threats of what would happen should I fail to comply .

“Now.”

My head instantly lowered at the command like a puppet on a string. He made no mention of how I tried to rob him or anything, he knew what he was doing all along.

This might be my game but there’s no denying I wasn’t the one in charge.

I took his cock back into my mouth, the salty taste and musky smell getting me lightheaded instantly and almost forgetting what was going on.

This man probably had a drug of his own and he sprinkled on his dick to keep girls intoxicated with him.

Yup. That was the only reason. It was much easier than admitting he had such an effect on me, there’s no way he got me so wet and needy without touching me unless he had help.

I trailed my tongue from his base to the tip, sampling his flavour and learning every curve and pop of vein with my tips before wrapping both hands on his base and squeezing in opposite direction as I sucked. Even that wasn’t enough to get a reaction from him.

He still looked at me with the same expression, if anything, his gaze seemed more intense and dangerous. So, I flattened my tongue and sucked harder,

“Urrgghh” an unintelligible sound left my throat as I struggled to completely tely take him in.

Slowly growing exhausted, I lifted my head to get some air before continuing. Don’t ask me why I want to impress him, I just felt I needed to.

“Don’t stop.” He ordered, his hand sinking into my hair, pulling and holding me in place, stopping me from coming up for air.

“Urrgnnnaagghg” My protest came out unintelligible as well, I doubt he cared for my comfort as I struggled. I was almost screaming, I needed air and my chest was burning at this point.

“Keep going Isabella.”

His hand held my head in place, seemingly glowing impatient with my struggles and sloppy pace, he started thrusting into my mouth, fucking my throat without mercy.

“Open wider.” He groaned.

Every burning sensation was dulled for a while, he groaned and I was bucking like a wanton bitch.

I opened my mouth wider, giving him more room to thrust in, my throat burned and my eyes were leaking tears.

I managed to open my eyes to find him still wearing the same expression. A lot more intense and a bead of sweat had collected on his forehead.

His lips were parted and he looked a lot more dishevelled and out of control than he did at the beginning.

For some reason the burning hate in his eyes sent a wave of pleasure through me, my pussy was leaking at this point and my thighs were sticky with my juices.

I needed a relief, I thought about dipping my fingers into my panties and rubbing myself as he fucked my mouth.

It was a foreign feeling, he was tearing into me, using me like a slut, abusing my mouth with no care in the world and I was more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

Almost as if he could read the thoughts passing through my head, his eyes trailed to my hands still wrapped around him and my thighs clenched on the floor.

“You.”

Thrust

“Don’t”

Thrust

“Get.”

Thrust

“To touch yourself.”

I nodded, tears streaming down my eyes, my jaw aching at this point but I wasn’t giving up. Why was he taking so long?. I was so close to begging him to let go of my mouth and fuck me instead, if he wouldn’t let me touch myself, he should at least do it for me.

He didn’t seem like he was going to give into my prayers anytime soon and my jaw was slowly giving out. I was raised for this and I was no quitter. If he wants a fight, a fight he’ll get.

My right hand left the base of his cock and snuck around to cup his balls, squeezing tightly and I took every bit of strength left in me to completely swallow him, tightening my throat to squeeze him more.

My lungs were giving out at this point and I was certain my lips would be bruised by morning at this point but I was past caring.

I needed this to be over, I needed to gain control of my body and senses and I couldn’t do that if he was pulling my hair and his cock was buried in my mouth and more than that, I needed to taste him.

His hips bucked violently, hitting the roof of my throat in the process before I felt the warm squirts of his cum hit my throat.

His hand held my head in place as he thrust erratically, completely emptying himself into me and I drank him up like I was in a desert and he was the first drink of water to come my way and I was anti swallow till now.

My pussy was begging for attention at this point, he was still sprouting a semi and I could feel him hardening again. For the first time, I found myself praying earnestly for a man to be able to get it up a second time and fuck me.

And if the way he thrusted into my mouth as I sucked him was anything to go by, I was certain he would fuck even harder.

My pussy clenched painfully at the thought of that. My whole body thrummed with anticipation and want. So much for swearing to never let any of these men touch me.

He released my hair, pushing me out of the way, he tucked his dick nicely into his well pressed pants, his eyes never leaving me in the process.

How did I forget what this was about in the first place? Of course it wasn’t about me in any way yet I let myself get carried away.

“Get her cleaned up and brought to my office.” He ordered, before slamming the door shut. I was too deep in my shame, I hadn’t even noticed him walk to the door.

I caught a reflection of myself in the mirror and almost barfed. My hair was a rumpled mess and was sticking to my face, my cheeks were tear stained and I had cum on my chin. I looked like a whore, used and tossed aside and even worse, I felt like one.

What did I look like completely wet, almost begging and getting turned on at a man taking me for his pleasure in exchange for money? A second wave of shame covered me like a snug blanket

Cleaned up?……Office?

My brain finally made it out of its sex crazed fog to alert me of the situation.

I felt my pussy pulse at the thought of being brought to his office but I was in a better state of mind to process the situation at hand. This wasn’t a booty call, it was something else.

Who was this man and why was I being taken to his office? What was going to happen to me in his office?