As I stand in the foyer of the penthouse suite, the creep rubs his grubby little hands together as his beady eyes travel over my body. It literally makes me shudder.
‘Undress,’ he commands.
I’d spent the previous six months training, being taught the art of seduction, but in this moment, everything is forgotten. All I want is to get this over with as fast as possible. Just being in his presence repulses me.
The moment I’m naked, he instructs me to go into the bedroom and lie on the bed. I can do this, I chant in my head as I make my way down the hallway, I can do this.
Once I’ve laid down, I fix my gaze firmly on the ceiling above me. I can’t bring myself to make eye contact with him. I will my mind to transport me anywhere but here. I hear him shuffling around the room, but my eyes remain glued on the ceiling. I can do this, I encourage myself. In a few hours, hopefully sooner, this will all be over.
He stands beside the bed, looking down at me. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him undressing. Quickly, I snap my eyes shut. I can do this … I can do this.
My eyes spring open when I feel something drop beside me on the bed—a black bag, similar to the one I use when I go to the gym. I don’t want to see what’s inside, so my eyes hastily move back to the ceiling. I hear the sound of the zipper over the erratic beating of my heart, before he grabs hold of my wrist.
‘This will ensure you stay exactly where I want you,’ he says.
I still can’t bring myself to look at him. The moment I feel the cool metal against my skin though, I can no longer look away.
‘What are you doing?’ I ask. The fear in my voice almost makes it unrecognisable. I want to scream, but I can’t. M had pre-warned me that this man had paid a lot of money to spend time with me. She forbade me from protesting against any of his demands. She insisted I was to give him anything he wanted. I hated her even more for putting me in this position.
‘Making sure you can’t move,’ is his reply as he quickly fastens the handcuff around my wrist before securing it to the bed. Instinctively, my arm tugged from its position. I’m trapped. He moves to the other side of the bed while my heart thumps furiously against my ribcage. I can do this … I can do this. My chanting is kind of moot by this point—this was going ahead whether I wanted it to or not.
Soon, both arms and legs are tightly fastened to the bed posts. He has me spread out like a starfish. Bile rises in my throat again as he licks his lips and admires his handiwork.
‘Now that’s a sight,’ he murmurs as he bends down and retrieves his phone from the bag. Click … click … click, is all I hear as he snaps shots of me from different positions. Tears sting my eyes, but I will them away. I can do this. But in that moment I know I can’t do this, and it’s too late.
When he’s done, he kneels on the mattress, making the bed dip. As his face comes towards mine, my eyes hastily close again. His wet mouth presses sickeningly against my lips briefly as his hands palm my breasts.
‘Your tits are perfect. By the feel of them, I’d say real too,’ he whispers in his creepy voice as he roughly squeezes the one he was holding, sending pain radiating through me. ‘Open that pretty mouth of yours,’ he demands as his finger traces a line across my lips. ‘I’m looking forward to fucking it later.’
Instinctively, my mouth clamps tightly shut.
‘Open your fucking mouth,’ he sneers as his hand comes to rest around my throat. This time I do as I am told. My repulsion is quickly replaced again by fear.
I gasp for air as he shoves something soft into my mouth. A gag. Panic fills me. Why is he gagging me? What is he going to do? My nostrils flare as I inhale a large breath through my nose as his revolting body comes to rest over mine. I squirm as his chubby little fingers trail a line up my inner thigh, then boom. I let out a groan of pain as he forcefully shoves a finger inside me. I’m not turned on in the slightest, and it hurts like hell.
‘You like that don’t you, you filthy slut?’
I clamp my eyes shut, trying to hide the tears I can no longer hold in. Images of that sick bastard from one of the foster homes I’d been in years ago flash through my mind. He used to put his hands down my pants and touch me when nobody else was around.
‘Mmm, you taste delicious. Just like I knew you would,’ the creepy guy breathes as he places the finger that had been inside me into his mouth.
My stomach turns as he opens the foil packet beside him, rolling a condom onto his stumpy little dick. Thank Christ for small mercies. M had made me watch porno after porno in preparation for my new career. She’d given me a running commentary, even made me take notes. Although this is the first penis I’ve seen in real life, I know it’s small compared to the ones I’d seen in the movies.