Maybe the sleep deprivation together with more alcohol than I ever consumed in one night had been the reason I slept so hard. But for how long? I could be anywhere in the world.
“You’ve been a bear for six months,” Oren said. “You’ve got to move on with your life.
And this is one way to do it.”
“With some whore who sold herself at the slave auction?”
Whore? Ouch. I hadn’t been sober enough to realize that I’d made myself a prostitute when I signed the papers at the auction.
“Use her however you wish. Take out all your anger on her. Then you can move on and find yourself a nice woman and make us an heir.”
“An heir? We’re not royalty, Oren.”
“No, but there’s a lot to inherit. And what about the family you wanted? My nieces and nephews?”
“I would have to have a wife for that, and I’ve learned my lesson on that front. Now get this strange woman off my bed.”
“It would be rude to turn down a birthday gift, Dimitri. Oh, and I left you some other toys in that box in the corner. Under the circumstances, you should probably make use of them. Use her as you will. She’ll be gone in a few days.” Oren moved out of sight.
Dimitri slammed his fist into the doorframe. “Oren! I don’t need another whore in my house!” But there was no response.
He turned, walked back into the room and slammed his bedroom door shut.
Fuck. This definitely wasn’t the OCD guy. This man was pissed off that I was here. I could kiss my house goodbye. I hoped I wasn’t stranded in some foreign country with no way to get back.
He walked over to the bed expelling loud ragged breaths. He was huge standing over me this close. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Did someone force you into this?” he asked.
“No,” I replied.
“Are you here of your own free will?”
“Yes.”
He paced back and forth next to the bed. “My older brother…you’d think with his injuries, his womanizing days would be over, but it looks like he’s procuring them for me now… What’s your name?”
“Marissa.”
He went still. It sounded as if he’d stopped breathing completely. I opened my eyes and peeked at him. He was like a statue, his hands on his hips, staring at me. His face was perfectly chiseled. His nose straight and strong, his lips full…he was a Greek god.
“That isn’t your real name. My brother told you to—what is your real name?”
I swallowed hard and cleared my throat. His brother was the one paying me and he’d warned me…
“Marissa,” I said again.
“Whores,” he gritted out. “My life has been cursed with whores. They’ll do anything to get your money. Pretend they are the woman of your dreams. Pretend to be someone else…” He took in a deep breath and looked away. “Seriously…” His voice had lost its anger and hinted at a more gentle side to him. “What’s your name?” he coaxed.
His tone stabbed at my chest. He’d been hurt. He just wanted an honest answer from a woman…but I couldn’t give it to him.
“Marissa,” I whispered. I peeked up and caught a glimpse of his hardened face. He was livid.
“You want to be Marissa so badly?” His booming voice echoed in my ears. He unzipped his pants and climbed on the bed with me, positioning his hips at my eye level. “Do you remember how you couldn’t bear to suck cock, Marissa? I never once felt your lips on my dick. Then I came home to find you outside, sucking on the pool boy like he had a popsicle between his thighs.”
Shit. No wonder he hated women. And now I was Marissa, apparently the most hated of all.
He pressed his cock against my lips. I was surprised at how large it was, considering it wasn’t even erect. “Make me hard, like that pool boy, Marissa. Because of you, I haven’t had a woman’s lips on my cock in years.”
Years? I wasn’t sure I could make up for years of oral deprivation. I barely knew what I was doing when it came to sex. He pressed the skin below his navel against my nose and I inhaled him. The mixture of his male musk and the soap he’d used in his shower was intoxicating. I wet my lips.
“Now!” he said.
A thrill passed through my body at his commanding tone. My thighs tightened as my pussy clenched with need.
He pulled my chin down roughly and pushed his semi-hard cock into my mouth. He wound his fist tightly into my hair. I shuddered from the pleasure-pain.
Tentatively, I ran my tongue up his shaft. Within seconds, he grew and hardened until he filled my mouth completely. I imagined it entering my pussy…what a tight squeeze it would be if he…
A twinge of desire hit my abdomen and I knew my own liquid lube had been released in my pussy.
He pulled back, then pushed his hips toward my face, again and again, jackhammering my mouth with his shaft. Though my jaw ached from the pressure, I couldn’t resist peeking beneath the blindfold, watching his wet, shiny cock slide between my lips and retreat again.
When he slowed, I swirled my tongue on his slick, hard member. He groaned. My thighs squeezed again. I wanted more of him. I wanted him to have more of me.
He moved his hand from my hair down to grasp my shoulder, but when he did, he caught the blindfold with his thumb and it slid down past my nose. I saw that his body was bent as though he was watching his cock thrust in and out of my mouth, just as I had done.
I couldn’t help myself. I raised my eyes to see his face. It was tensed in a grimace of pleasure, and I felt powerful for making him react that way.
But then, his gaze met mine. His eyes widened in surprise and his mouth opened. “Fuck!” he said. He grabbed the back of my head and held it still while he pushed his long shaft into my throat over and over again. “Fuck you Marissa!” he yelled toward the ceiling. Then he shuddered against me, his hot come spurting into my throat. I struggled not to gag, but it was hard to swallow with his huge cock in my mouth.
Panting, eyes closed, he held me there for several seconds, his body jerking involuntarily.
Then without comment, he pulled away and got off the bed, zipping his pants, as his come leaked from one side of my mouth.
“If you’re planning to be Marissa all week, expect to suck a lot of cock,” he said harshly. I noticed he wasn’t making any eye contact now.
“Acacia!” He flung open the door. “Acacia!”
“Yes, sir?” An olive-skinned young woman in a maid’s uniform entered. Her brown eyes widened when she first saw me, but she quickly composed her professional expression.
“Untie her. Let her bathe or whatever she needs. I’ll be back in an hour. No conversations.
Have her hands retied and put this blindfold back on her. I don’t want to see her eyes.”
The last comment was more shocking than anything he’d done so far, since I constantly got compliments on my eyes. Why wouldn’t he want to see my eyes? And why did it hurt when he said that?
Because the truth was, as odd as our first meeting had been, I wanted the chance to gaze into his eyes. I knew I’d see pain and anger and hurt, but I needed to see what else I could find. He wasn’t like any other man I’d ever known. His passions seemed to bubble just beneath the surface.
Since high school, I’d always had a thing for those frat boy types—or future frat boys, at first. They were always looking for sex with the hottest girls, but I never detected an ounce of passion, not even with Eric, the only one of his kind I’d actually slept with.
Yet passion radiated from Dimitri and I wanted more, good or bad.
*****
My bath was finished and my hair was dry, but I still wore a towel since I had no clean clothes to put on. I walked over and sat down on the bed, afraid to do any snooping around. The drapes were closed, so I still wasn’t sure where I was or even what time of day it was.
Acacia had done the bare minimum. She’d quickly started the bath for me, handed me a towel and gotten the hell out. So far, she hadn’t come back to tie and blindfold me.
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This all seemed so surreal. I thought back to how I’d gotten here. I was actually exchanging sex for money. Was I more shocked on moral grounds or because I never thought someone would pay for my non-existent sexual expertise?
The bedroom door opened and Dimitri looked like a giant in the doorway. Well, not a giant exactly—probably only six foot two or so, but still tall compared to my five feet nothing. And his shoulders were so broad, his body so muscular, that his presence seemed to envelope the whole room.
He pushed the door shut and took inventory of me from head to toe. I stopped breathing.
What was he going to do to me now?
After several seconds, he strode over to where I was sitting. Grabbing my chin, he forced my face up toward him.
“I see why my brother chose you,” he said. “It wasn’t only the petite build. You have those wide innocent eyes like hers. Eyes that can fool a man into believing—“ He stopped abruptly and released my chin. “What an ass my brother is.”
He paced over to where the drapes overlapped as though he was going to look outside. I hoped he’d open them so I could at least get my bearings, but he turned back toward me.
“Maybe he’s right. Maybe I do need to release all this anger.” He paced back toward the bed until he towered over me. “I’m Dimitri. What’s your name?”
I took in a shaky breath. Looking into his dark gaze—fierce yet somehow vulnerable—I wanted to tell him the truth. But if I did, this would all be for nothing.
“Marissa,” I whispered.
He smashed his fist onto the headboard shelf behind me. I startled.
“If you insist on going by her name, I will treat you like she deserves to be treated… What is your name?”
I cleared my throat. “Marissa,” I said firmly.
His hand moved behind me, and I turned in time to see him grab the blindfold from the shelf. He tied it roughly around my eyes, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the bed.
“How do you feel about heights, Marissa?”
“I don’t really like them,” I replied.
“Ah, then you have something else in common with your namesake.” I heard the drapes open. Enough light filtered through my blindfold so I knew it was daytime.
There was a click and the sound of a glass door sliding open. As he pulled me through the doorway, a warm breeze caressed my skin. The concrete was cool under my bare feet.
“I hope you enjoy putting on a show.”
A show? Could other people see us? Were we low enough to be seen from the street or could they see us through their windows? Or from their own balconies?
“No, I don’t,” I replied. “I’m not an exhibitionist.”
“Not an exhibitionist. Just a whore.”
“I’m not—” I couldn’t finish the sentence because I remembered again that, once I signed that contract at the auction house, I’d made myself a whore.
I felt suspended in midair so I reached out and found the metal railing. When I slid my hand underneath it, there was space below, and another bar lower down. So this was a railing you could see through as well as over. Great.
“Can we please go inside?” I pleaded. “I’ll do anything you ask.”
“You’ll do anything I ask anyway, won’t you? Wasn’t that in your contract?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Then get on your knees,” he commanded. His hands grasped my shoulders and pushed to make sure I complied.
I knelt, thinking maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I did have my towel on, after all.
I heard his zipper. “Take it in your mouth, Marissa. Please me out here in the daylight in front of everyone.”
From somewhere nearby, a man’s voice cried out as though rooting me on, though I couldn’t understand the word.
Oh my God! There were people watching!
“Now, Marissa.”
I reached out and found his hard member. Slowly, I brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and placed the tip just inside.
He groaned.
The sound of his pleasure sent a hot jolt through me.
He wound his fingers into my hair as he had before and thrust, hitting the back of my throat.
My pussy clenched, then relaxed, as cream coursed down to fill it.
A roar of men’s voices rose, combined with claps and whistles. Were they cheering us on? I hated the idea of being watched, yet as Dimitri retreated, then drove himself into me again, I couldn’t help but feel more and more aroused.
His body was so powerful. I remembered his sensual, accusing gaze…
I wanted to pleasure him, no matter who I was supposed to be at the moment. I reached back and caressed his fuzzy testicles.
“No!” he cried out. He pulled my hair so hard, I released his cock and his balls
simultaneously. “You’re not getting it over with that easily,” he said. “Stand up!”
He grabbed me under my shoulders and lifted me to my feet as though I weighed nothing at all.
“Take off the towel,” he said.
“But people are watching.”
“You’re a whore. It’s good advertisement.”
Tears threatened at the corners of my eyes. I needed to pull myself together if I was going to do what I agreed to and save my house. But I tried one more time.
“Please, I’ve never done this before. I’m not usually a, um…”
“What’s your name?” he asked suddenly.
I had the feeling that if I’d only tell him my name, he’d let me go inside. But, if his brother found out…
“Marissa,” I said.
I felt a hard yank and my towel fell away. The breeze seemed cooler now. Was the sun going down? I held my arms in front of my breasts hoping the railing would camouflage my lower half.
Dimitri grabbed me by the upper arm and turned me away from him. The momentum caused me to step forward. I thought I might free fall into nothing. My hands flailed around until they found the rail.
I was now naked, facing anyone who cared to watch.
A whistle pierced the air. More voices cheering.
“Oh my God! Are they really watching us?” I asked.
“Watching you, my dear. I’m fully clothed, or nearly so. You’d better hang on.”
His cock pressed the flesh of my pussy lips from behind, searching for the point of entry.
I grasped the railing tightly. He was so tall. If he bent his knees to enter me, and thrust upward, could he toss me over the railing?
The tip of his member found my pussy. “You’re wet for me, my little whore.”
I was wet for him. And I wanted him inside me, but I was afraid and embarrassed…
The tip of his cock pushed its way inside. Tingles ran from my crotch down my legs to my toes.
“You’re so tight,” he said through clench teeth. “I want to pound you, but I’m afraid I might hurt you.”
Did that mean he was going to stop? Now that I’d experienced even a fraction of him inside me, I was desperate for more.
My hips undulated, causing my pussy to tease at his cock.
He groaned.
I suddenly felt primal, like an animal that needed to mate even if the act would destroy her.
If I flew over the railing, at least I’d experience him inside me first.
He slid one hand around my hips and down my torso. His finger found my pussy lips and teased its way into my slit.
“Ah-ah- ahhh…” I cried.
“So you do want me to fuck you, don’t you, my little whore?” He eased his cock inside me a centimeter at a time.
I thought I’d die from waiting. His finger toyed with my clit. His thickly muscled arm across my body made me feel safe from falling.
He went still except for his ragged breaths. He was waiting for an answer.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He plunged into me and my feet left the concrete. Such pleasure from his cock. Such fear from being suspended in midair. I clutched the railing
as hard as I could.
He retreated and my feet touched the ground, but only for a moment. He groaned and thrust into me again. But, this time, it was a full-scale assault. He fucked me hard and fast, grunting his pleasure like a caveman.
I’d never experienced anything so hot. My muscles squeezed around him in the midst of a thrust, and I orgasmed in mid-air.
Dimitri tensed. His arm became an iron band across my stomach and nearly knocked the wind out of me. He cried out and grabbed for the railing with his free hand. It landed on top of mine and squeezed as he jerked and shuddered behind me.
All noise had faded from my awareness, but as we relaxed and my feet touched concrete again, a roar from dozens of male voices filled my ears.
I could feel the flush of embarrassment crawl across my skin. Dimitri’s body parted from mine and I realized it had grown darker outside.
He put his hand on my back and guided me inside.
*****
I sat, wrapped in a towel, at a wooden table for four, eating my supper alone. My bowl held a stew I couldn’t identify, but it tasted wonderful. My nerves had been so frazzled, I hadn’t noticed how hungry I was.
As I looked around me, I was surprised at how homey the place seemed, considering it was inhabited by a couple of bachelors. Well-used copper pots hung from a rack above a butcher-block island. The colors were warm and earthy and rustic.
What I’d seen of this apartment, so far, had been rather humble for people who could spend hundreds of thousands for a few days of sex.
After he’d finished with me, Dimitri had left me in the kitchen with my stew and taken his bowl to his office, claiming he had work to do.
I felt abandoned. Since I was shy, I was used to spending a lot of time alone, but tonight I felt lonely. Why did it seem like something more should have passed between us after the incredible physical pleasure we shared?
I hadn’t felt that way the two times I’d been with Eric, even though I’d had a crush on him to begin with.
And why did it bother me that Dimitri had such an aversion to looking into my eyes? He’d brought me to the kitchen blind-folded and hadn’t removed the fabric until just before he walked out.
I didn’t want to look like Marissa. I didn’t want to be Marissa. I wanted him to look at me and see me and know my name. Which was stupid because I hardly knew anything about him, and I needed the money I was promised anyway.
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