“I’m not naive enough to think she’d let you out of your contract without payment” he says nonchalantly. “You paid her?” My voice seems to draw his attention back to my face. Jesus!What is it with rich people? They think because they have money, they can use it to buy whatever they like. I’m sorry, but I’m a human being. I’m not for sale. I work for Anne because she made me feel like I owed her. I don’t owe Damian shit. I go to stand, but he tightens his grip on my waist. “Don’t run from me, Emily. I did the only thing I could. Money talks, especially to someone like her” he pleads. “So you bought me?” I ask my voice betraying my hurt. “No no, I bought your freedom, sweetheart” I sigh at his words. Although they melt my heart a little, I don’t like this situation. I don’t like it one bit. Anne thought she owned me. Is that how Damian’s going to see things now? “I’m sorry, it’s just, I don’t want to feel indebted to you. That’s what got me into this whole
Forty minutes is all it takes for all hell to break loose. Forty minutes from the time Robert left, to the time Anne is banging on Damian’s front door like a psychotic crazy woman on a mission to take me back to my living hell. I knew it. “Go upstairs and lock yourself in my bedroom” Damian demands.Even though I’m trembling again, there’s no way I’m leaving him to face this on his own. “I’m staying right here” “Listen to me, Jade” he says, forcefully gripping my arm. “Go upstairs and lock yourself in my fucking room now” “No!” I’m trying my best to act calm and not let my true feelings show, but the truth is, I’m petrified of this woman. Still, I refuse to leave him. “I know you’re in there, open this door immediately!” I hear Anne scream, in that don’t-fuck-with-me voice I’ve come to know well over the years. “Jesus fucking Christ” Damian snaps. “I can’t protect you if you don’t listen to me” “I’m staying, so you may as well open the damn door”D
I should be concerned that there’s a gun pointed at my head, but I’m not. My only concern in this moment is Emily. The stupid prick doesn’t even know how to hold a gun properly.I scoff. His finger is resting alongside the barrel instead of hovering over the trigger. I’m grateful for that. It assures me that, whenever I make my move, the gun won’t go off. I just have to bide my time, then this fucker’s going down. I’m highly trained for situations like this.My eyes are locked on him, but in my peripheral vision I can see Emily being pulled through the doorway by her hair. Rage consumes me. Fuck. I should’ve locked her in my damn room myself. I promised I’d protect her, so I need to act as fast as I can. “Let me go,’ I hear her whimper as my gaze leaves the gunman’s for a split second. Seeing her being manhandled like this sets off something inside me. My eyes move back to the cocksucker standing before me. He gives me a smug look and I use that as my cue. He may be built lik
“You look exquisitely beautiful Em” Anne says air kissing me with a very proud look on her face. “Thanks Anne” I reply feeling like a Princess. Anne doesn’t like me calling her mom. She prefers I just call her Anne. It’s my eighteenth birthday, Anne had planned an outlandish party. The garden was beautiful decorated. It’s an all white party all for me. I could barely recognize anyone considering I had no friends, they were all Anne’s friends. “Come with me, let me introduce you to some friends” she says gently, pulling me along with her. “And put a smile on” I put up the fake smile as I’ve been taught. I’ve waited for this day all my life. When I finally get to make my own decisions and not follow Anne’s. “Meet my daughter Emily” Anne says as I smile and hug and air kiss all in being introduced to. For an eighteen birthday party, these men seem out of place, too old to be precise, but who am I to question Anne. I was hoping to make a few friends at the party a
“How are you feeling tonight, ma’am?” Robert asks when he opens the back door of the limousine for me. “I don't know, Robert” I reply, my eyes meeting his as I force myself to smile. It’s not the "I'm fine" I always tell him, even if I’m not okay.I was sixteen when Robert arrived. At first I was wary of him: some of Anne's henchmen are creepy. Once I got to know Robert though, I soon realised he was one of the good ones. He’s a lovely man, and sincere.Robert’s controlled by Anne just as much as I am, but from the very beginning, he’s always looked out for me. I’m not sure if I would’ve survived this long without him. Especially after this awful night. He's the only one who truly asked how I was feeling. Planning to escape now will only jeopardize our lives now knowing how ruthless Anne is.Robert escorts me up to the penthouse suite. It’s the room Anne reserves for her best clients. I’m on the verge of throwing up when we reach the door. I could feel myself shivering.
My leather office chair creaks when I lean back into it as Rhea from accounting wraps her lips around my cock, bringing it to life. To my father’s disgust, I’ve had sexual liaisons with most of the women who work here. Well, the single, hot and age appropriate ones, anyway. I only do it to piss my father off. I don’t need to pick up at work; I can have anyone I want. I’m yet to come across a woman who can say no to me.My head snaps up when the office door flies open. Shit. I told Jodie, my secretary, I didn’t want to be disturbed. “You can’t go in there, Claire” I hear Jodie saying to her. What the hell does she want?Rhea lips loosen as she draws her head back. Placing my hand on top of her hair, I hold her firmly in place. She’s always been a good sport, plus she’s under my desk and out of sight. If anything, the blowjob will help me get through this unwanted conversation with Claire. “What do you want, Claire?” I ask as soon as she barges in. “Oh, that’s a really ni
I can’t contain the excitement that courses through me as Robert packs the last of my suitcases into the trunk of the limousine. This is my favorite time of the year: my one-week holiday. It’s the only time off I get, so I look forward to it. No Anne, no clients, no rules. Well, the rules are still there, but she’s not around to enforce them. Anne insists Robert accompany me everywhere, but I’m okay with that. He lets me enjoy my free time.My flight to New York leaves in just over three hours, but we need to stop by Anne’s place for my final inspection. I hate that she controls me like this. One and a half years more, I keep telling myself, I will be finally free of this life. While I make my way into the house, Robert unloads the bags from the car so she can go through them. She needs to inspect what I’ve packed and make sure it’s up to her standards. “Emily my dear, are you all set?” she asks when I enter the parlor. She’s all dressed up as usual. I’m guessing Anne would b
He has to be her father. She’s far too beautiful to be with someone twice her age. Unless she’s a gold digger and he’s her sugar daddy, but I didn’t get that impression about her, even though our encounter was fleeting. She could have anyone she wants, even me. She’s just my type.Appearance wise, I’d say she’s just like all the other rich girls I know. I’ve been surrounded by her kind all my life. Meticulously dressed in her designer clothes, groomed to perfection. Spoilt and extremely high maintenance. I can’t remember the last time I was so overcome just by the look of a woman. Don’t get me started on those exquisite eyes of hers, or those lips. I’ve never seen eyes that shade green before. It took every ounce of strength I had not to pull her into my arms and lick that chocolate off with my tongue.But there was something else, something endearing about her. An innocence. I chuckle to myself when I think of the chunk of chocolate that was on her front tooth. Utterly adorable.Pus