by Penelope Sky
He grabbed the wine and took another drink.
“How’s work?”
“Sales have never been so high. Reviews have never been so generous. People are saying those designs are my best work…and that’s saying something.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” I felt the warmth spread into my cheeks because I knew I’d inspired all those pieces. He examined my body with a lustful eye and produced the finest pieces of lingerie the world had ever seen.
“And it’s all because of you.”
“I don’t deserve all the credit, Conway.” I grabbed the glass and took a drink.
“You deserve more credit than you’re taking.”
I pulled my feet out of the water once my toes started to prune. “Dante doesn’t like me.”
“You’re right. He doesn’t.”
I shouldn’t care what Dante thought, but I was disappointed anyway. “I didn’t mean to offend him.”
“He puts a lot of pride into his work. If you make him feel needed, he’ll turn around.”
“Needed how?”
“In all things.”
“Well, I don’t need someone to wait on me hand and foot. I’m perfectly capable of making my bed, doing my laundry, and making myself a sandwich.”
“That’s not how it works here. To Dante, that’s insulting. It implies that you don’t need him. He loves working here, and if he isn’t needed, then he doesn’t have a job. Let the man feel important.”
I hadn’t considered it that way. “Does he live here?”
“He has a bedroom next to the kitchen.”
“He doesn’t have a family?”
“He has a girlfriend a few miles away. And he has two kids, but they’re out of the house.”
“When does he have time off?”
“After dinner, he’s free to do whatever he wants. And most of the time, I stay in Milan, so he doesn’t work too hard. He has a lot of time off.”
“That’s nice. He must love living here…a beautiful place like this.”
He shrugged. “He doesn’t complain.”
I’d love to be a maid if I got to live in such a beautiful place. “If there’s anything you want me to do, I’m more than happy to help. I can clean or help you at the office. Do bookkeeping or something…” I owed him my life as well as a fortune. I’d spend the next ten lifetimes trying to pay him back.
“You will be doing things for me—just none of those things.” He pulled his feet out of the water then stood up. He stood in a fitted t-shirt and jeans that hung low on his hips. “I left something on your bed. Put it on, get on your knees, and wait for me.”
* * *
I recognized the black corset placed on the edge of my bed. The material over the hips was stretchy lace, allowing my fair skin to be visible through the material. The padding in the bra was substantial, pressing my tits together significantly. The black thong had diamonds along the waistband.
I felt it with my fingertips before I pulled it on.
My heart was beating so hard it actually hurt. Every beat was like a drum. No matter how I willed myself to remain calm, nothing worked. My heart knew what was coming, and the adrenaline was overflowing.
I did my hair with a curling iron and painted my face with the makeup he liked. Smoky eyes brought out the blue color of my eyes. My lips were covered with bright red lipstick. His directions had been brief, but I assumed he wanted me on my knees at the foot of the bed.
So I obeyed.
A part of me burned in self-loathing. I was about to sleep with a man because he bought me from a crueler man. I had no rights to choose my destiny. I was at the mercy of the powerful men operating around me. Ever since that horrific day, I’d felt completely helpless. When I was in college and had a roof over my head, I felt like anything was possible. If I worked hard enough, I would be the American Dream.
That was all bullshit.
I was nothing but a pawn in a game. I was nothing but a toy men fought over. There was nothing better for me outside these walls, and I actually felt relieved to be there. But this wasn’t where I wanted to be.
Though, what other option did I have?
So I stayed on my knees.
I found Conway attractive, had felt a connection with him shortly after I met him. He had some good qualities, and he wasn’t an abuser like the others. My first time could have been much worse.
So I should just be grateful.
And try to enjoy it.
The door to my bedroom opened, and Conway walked inside. Barefoot and bare-chested, he was in only the jeans he’d been wearing earlier. He shut the door behind him then stared at me on the floor.
His look was so dark it was difficult to tell if he was pleased. He stared at me with his arms by his sides, both of his hands balled into fists. His feet pressed against the carpet as he inched closer to me. He’d treated me like a queen, but once he was in charge, he stole the crown. He took his time, drawing out the moment as long as possible.
I reminded myself to breathe.
Conway had always touched me gently, giving me soft caresses along the neck and shoulders. He would probably be the same kind of lover, gentle and passionate. He would excite me with his touch before he went straight for what he wanted.
My chin tilted up as I watched him come closer to me. My feet were folded underneath me, and my tits were displayed like they were on a platter. My breath shuddered more and more. The corset was so tight my lungs couldn’t expand all the way. My hair fell around my shoulder, the soft curls ready for his fingers to touch.
He stared, absolutely still, like he didn’t need to breathe to live. “Jesus Christ…”
I saw the consternation on his face, the focused look he wore when he worked. But this expression was sexier, more ambitious. His eyes burned into my skin, and I felt naked before he’d even removed my lingerie.
“Muse.”
My eyes shifted to his, instinctively knowing that was his new name for me.
“On the bed.”
I was so nervous I could barely move to my feet. Like a deer trying to learn to walk, I wobbled slightly before my hand touched the bed. The sheets were Egyptian cotton, and the mattress was the most comfortable thing I’d ever slept on. Now my hands touched the soft duvet, sliding over it as I crawled onto the bed. I didn’t know how he wanted me, but I assumed he would want to fuck me from behind.
He grabbed my hips and turned me over onto my back. Then he dragged me to the edge of the bed until my ass hung over the floor. His hands squeezed my hips before he played with the fabric of my thong. His eyes were on me, devouring me with just an expression. He picked at the lace before he pulled my panties down my legs. He moved them over my ankles then dropped them on the floor. “When I walked in here, I had something very different in mind. But now that I’m looking at you…” He grabbed my knees and spread them apart, revealing my most private area. He stared at me without shame, like my body was his to do whatever he wanted.
Which was true.
He lowered himself to his knees then cradled my legs in his arms. He pressed his face close to my entrance then slightly blew across my clit.
I tensed when I felt his warm breath. No man had ever been in this position, had his face pressed between my legs. I lay back and turned to the ceiling right when I felt his tongue. My hips bucked immediately at the sensual touch, and I released a noise that was both a yelp and a moan.
Then he kissed me.
Kissed me all over. His tongue circled the nub between my legs gently, his heated breath stimulating me at the same time. Then he moved to my entrance and slipped his tongue inside, tasting me in a way no one else ever had.
I lay there and let him do what he wanted, knowing he owned me completely. I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t stop this even if I wanted to.
And I wasn’t sure if I wanted this to end.
He hooked his arms under my thighs, and he pressed his face into me. He kissed me harder, deeper. This tongue turned more
aggressive. His fingertips kneaded my thighs. “This pussy…worth every penny.”
I felt the heat creep up my body, starting in my gut and slowly migrating down. I’d made myself come before, so I knew what was coming. I just couldn’t believe it was happening now. I hadn’t even kissed Conway, and I felt my body betraying me. There were so many things wrong with this situation. I’d been bought and sold like livestock.
But I was still going to come.
The only stand I could make was to control my body, to make sure I didn’t enjoy this. It was one thing to be his muse because I had to be. But it was another if I enjoyed it. So I fought it hard, doing my best to keep my mind elsewhere while he continued to make love to my pussy with his mouth.
I breathed through the pleasure and focused on the ceiling above me, making sure my hips didn’t buck instinctively. If I just remained focused until he was finished, I could keep some of my dignity.
He pulled his mouth away.
The instant he took away the pleasure, I suddenly felt cold. I’d been fighting the good sensation between my legs, but now that it was missing, I had nothing left to fight for. My hands gripped the sheets as I waited for what would happen next.
“Stop.” His command sliced through the room like a sword.
“Stop what…?”
He moved over my body and held himself on top of me. With a tight physique that had been chiseled from stone, he was a living statue. His lips were smeared with my body, the coating shiny like lip gloss. “Stop fighting it. You aren’t proving anything.”
Perhaps I wasn’t as secretive as I thought.
He slid back between my legs and moved his mouth to my aching clitoris. His lips were aggressive like they were before, sucking and nibbling slightly.
My hips rocked on their own, and I sank into the mattress as he controlled my body’s reaction. I wanted to have some control over my life, but when this man kissed me like this, I realized I had no control at all.
I writhed on the bed, my back arching and my hips grinding.
The heat built in my veins, and the breath was stolen from my lungs. My pants turned to moans, and then my moans grew into something else. I gripped the sheets underneath me and felt the explosion between my legs. A climax unlike any other passed through me, breaking my chains of disobedience and making me whimper in pleasure. I tugged on the sheets harder and felt myself be swept away in the most pleasurable way.
He kept kissing me until the moment was completely over, stimulating my sensitive clit with his tongue. He gave me a final kiss before he pulled away. “Damn good pussy…” He rose to his feet and undid his jeans.
I stared at the ceiling as I caught my breath, feeling the wetness between my legs—and not just from his saliva. I ran my fingers through my hair, so satisfied that I couldn’t comprehend this wonderful feeling. The corset was still tight around my body, restricting my stomach and pressing my tits toward my chin.
He snapped his fingers. “Knees. Now.”
I didn’t appreciate the snap of his fingers, but I kept my attitude in check. Now that he had made me feel good, obeying didn’t seem so difficult. He kissed me in a place I’d never been kissed before—and it was heaven.
I judged myself for enjoying it.
I moved to my knees on the floor, folding my feet underneath me like last time. My hands rested on my thighs, and I watched him drop his jeans and kick them to the side. When he was just in black boxers, his thighs looked toned in the cotton fabric. He was masculine everywhere, from the trail of hair down his stomach to the thickness of his legs. He was all muscle and skin—no fat. When I was in his office, I hardly ever saw him eat. Now it made sense.
He dropped his boxers, revealing the enormous dick that was proudly erect. Large veins moved up the shaft, and the crown was already oozing with pre-cum. The hair around his balls had been trimmed down until it was mostly skin. But his girth and length were both unbelievable, even to my limited standards. It was the kind of dick I’d seen in a porn video, not on a real man.
But his dick was just as impressive as the rest of him.
Now that I was on my knees and at eye level with his waist, I knew exactly what he wanted me to do.
His fingers wrapped around his length, and he gently pumped himself as he stepped toward me. “Kiss me.” He pulled himself down by the shaft and pointed his crown right at my mouth.
I craned my neck and pressed my lips to his head, kissing the smooth skin and feeling the stickiness from his arousal. It smeared across my lips like lipstick, forming a thick coating that made my mouth slippery.
“Eyes on me.”
My head tilted up to look at him, to see that same concentrated expression I’d seen before. But there was a flush of redness to his face, a deep look of excitement. His hand moved into my hair, his fingers securing themselves in the soft strands.
He grabbed his shaft and pointed his crown to the ceiling. “Start here.”
I pressed my mouth to his textured sac and kissed it the way I’d kissed his crown. I started off slow, keeping my eyes on him while trying to focus on what I was doing. After the way he made me feel, I wanted to make him feel good too. I didn’t want him to regret buying me, not when he could sell me back to Knuckles if I wasn’t worth the price he paid.
“More tongue.”
I kissed his balls the way I would kiss a man, giving my tongue as well as my lips. My saliva coated his rough skin, so my tongue glided over him even easier than before.
“Suck.”
I sucked one ball into my mouth and opened my mouth wider so I could accommodate him. I kissed him the way he just kissed me, sucking and then kissing. I tugged on his balls gently before my tongue swiped over again.
His hand secured my hair out of my face, and he gripped the back of my neck. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and jerked himself. “Jerk me.” He moved his hand away and allowed me to take over. Then he stared down at me and watched.
I jerked my hand up and down and licked his balls at the same time, doing two things at once. My eyes followed my movements, knowing he was teaching me the way he liked to be pleased by a woman.
“Eyes on me.”
I moved my eyes up again.
His hand went to the base of his length, and he pointed his dick at my mouth.
I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth wide and placed him in my throat, pushing across my tongue all the way back. My saliva surrounded him, and I felt the ache in my chest when I couldn’t breathe.
He pulled on the back of my neck, forcing me to take more of his length. He pushed inside until only a few inches existed outside my mouth. His fingers dug into me, tugging on my hair slightly.
Then he pulled out and shoved himself back inside me. His gentleness was long gone, and he fucked my mouth like he owned it.
Because he did own it.
He thrust and tugged on my neck at the same time, pushing into my throat and forcing the spit to drip from the side of my mouth. Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes as his cock blocked the air from entering my lungs. I wanted to gag because he was hitting me so hard and so deep.
“Don’t gag.”
I stared up into his eyes and held on to his muscular thighs for balance. My fingers dug into him, and I continued to fight for breath. If he hadn’t just made me feel so great, this would be so much more difficult. He was fucking my throat with no regard. He used me just as he promised he would. He watched the tears stream from my eyes without care. If anything, it just turned him on even more.
His dick was enormous.
He sped up his thrusts, fucking me deeper and harder.
I didn’t let myself gag, knowing he’d prohibited it.
His eyes darkened as he watched me. “My muse…” His hand balled my hair into a fist, and he increased his pace, showing no mercy for my throat. When he was finished with me, my throat would be raw.
When he closed his eyes for a moment and his cock twitched inside his mouth, I knew what w
as coming. His big dick was about to release inside my mouth. With a cock this large, I could only imagine how much come he would shoot my way.
“Show me first.” He gripped my head with both hands and fucked me deep, forcing my jaw to drop even farther to accommodate all of him. I struggled to breathe, struggled to remain upright because he was hitting me with so much force. Saliva spilled everywhere, my tears ruining my mascara.
Now I felt like his possession, his object he could do with whatever he wanted. He’d just made me feel good, and now I wanted to make him feel even better. I wanted to be worth the money he’d paid. But his dick was so big and my mouth was so small. Despite my inexperience, he didn’t take it easy on me.
He would never take it easy on me.
He stopped thrusting and shoved his dick completely inside me, releasing with a loud moan. His dick twitched in response, throbbing in pleasure. The come dumped into my mouth, piles of it dropping onto the back of my tongue and my throat.
I forced myself not to gag.
He gave a few more pumps as he finished, his moans decreasing in volume until he was completely finished. Then he released my hair and stopped digging his fingers into the back of my neck. He slowly pulled his soaked dick out of my mouth, his white come stilled pooled at his tip. Saliva stretched between the head of his dick and my mouth. That same concentrated expression was on his face, but now it was deeper—darker. “Show me.”
I finally caught my breath, felt more air in my throat than I did before. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue out, showing the white come that had webbed all over my mouth. It stuck to my teeth and formed a mesh everywhere.
He grabbed my neck and examined his seed. He eventually gave a slight nod in approval. “Swallow.”
I closed my mouth and swallowed the pile of come. I couldn’t get it all, so I swallowed a few times.
Conway watched me, observing my throat shift with the effort. “Open.”
I opened my mouth and showed him again.
“Good.” He released my neck and pulled his boxers back to his hips. He grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled those over his legs.