Chapter Five

FREYA

My legs failed me.

They stopped going back to where they came from, as his eyes rested on me in that dare devil manner.

I’m not the devil here, but the devil himself was daring the courage that made my legs step away from his sight.

He sucked hard on the cigar trapped between his lips, and let the tobacco-rich smoke into the air, making the sight of him blur for a second and clear off in the next second.

He was such an addict. A slave to the habit of smoking, and the habit of torture sex. I could see his craving in his eyes, like that of a shark to the smell of blood in the ocean.

He relaxed on the sofa on which he was nestled on, doing his smoking bidding.

“Don’t stand looking at me, come here.”

His words were supposed to be harsh, because his tone was harsh, but his voice turned out lovely to my ears, such that I wished he would whisper into my ears with that voice of his.

 My legs, once again, betrayed me. They conveyed me to him, but in a much slow manner, because the mind was weak, but the body is willing.

He sniffed as though he craved for my scent, and his face curled into a wicked smile that made me a little uncomfortable.

Who knows what he is up to?

Who knows what he would do next, with those eyes staring at me in the most lustful manner, and his fingers dancing as they waited patiently for me to draw closer to him.

“Sit.”

He gestured at his lap.

Gosh, he wanted me to sit on his lap. How elated I felt with that, but how sad I felt as my mind flashed back on my father’s words in that text message.

He claimed I was groomed into a whore, designed to be given out to the monster sitting before me, as a collateral for his debt.

I obeyed him, and sat on his lap, but his hands didn’t let me sit without being touched. His right hand grabbed my ass as I sat on his laps, and squeezed it.

I liked the warmth of his hand on my lap, and I liked the pleasure created by the pressure of his hand grabbing and squeezing my ass.

He gave me a weak lustful smile, and blew smoke on my face, making me gasp for air. I was his slave, and he so much wished to make it known to me that I am as low as the foot mat at the doorpost, and he could use me for anything he wished.

I didn’t get down from his laps. I endured the mess of getting my face smeared with tobacco ridden smoke.

I mean, that’s the most inhumane treatment I had had so far, though my father was the first to make me look like a piece of shit that could be at the mercy of ruffians like the one I was sitting on his lap.

His hand went up my bosom, and played with the nipples of my round breasts, which he could see through the transparent gown that gave away my nakedness.

His fingers, fiddling with my nipples gave me a strong sensual sensation, which found its way of wiring through my nerves, getting to both my thighs and my brain, and making my eyes weaken in pleasure.

I wanted his fingers to slide down my thigh and find its way into my pussy, to play with my hole, and roam in me for a while before his dick is ready to slide into me, but he wasn’t the patient dog who would do as I wished.

Pushed me up my feet, stood up and bent me over.

No, that’s not the right way!

He was supposed to get me fully in the mood before having me to his satisfaction, but who am I to tell him how he was to have me.

He is the lord here, and I am nothing but the slave, and as the lord, he would do as he wishes, not as the slave wishes.

I shot my eyes and waited for his dick, but his hand smacked my ass instead, giving me pain, and making me imagine how my ass would turn red before he finishes with me.

He bent me further, and brushed my clit with the cap of his dick, and without a signal, he glided into me, and slowly, he took toll of me.

I couldn’t hold the pleasure his dick brought upon me. My lips patted on their own, and my moans escaped through them, as I endured the pleasure and yearned even for more.

“Fuck…fuck.”

“Call my name, whore!”

That was a command, the sort I hate the most because it reminded me of nothing but my father’s message to him, but I had no choice here.

I was being fed with so much pleasure that I lost control to his dick.

“Jaxton…”

“Again, bitch!”

Jaxton…”

He heightened his little game of having me banged, and shot pleasure up in my head, making my nerves so sensitive that a mere touch on my skin, added more pleasure to the one that had certulated my body.

“Fu…ck!”

His hands tightened round my waist, as he delivered his fastest and hardest hits, but that exercise did not last as long as I wished.

He pulled out when he had reached his climax, turned me over and slipped his dick into my mouth, and before I could protest, he filled my mouth with white creaming cum, exhaling as he relieved his stress into my mouth.

His cum was warm and salty, and though I was tempted to swallow it and know what it feels to swallow the cum of the man I had come to hate so much, I attempted to spit it out, but his eyes met mine.

“Swallow it. Take every single drop of my precious cum down your throat, bitch!”

I swallowed, and watched him walk out of the room, leaving me behind.