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By:J. L. Perry



‘I’m gonna fuck you now. They say your first stays with you forever. I like the thought of you thinking about me for years to come.’

A muffled whimper escapes as I try to close my legs, but it’s an impossibility. The metal of the cuffs cuts into my skin as I frantically tug on my restraints while he settles himself between my thighs. He’s right about one thing, I’ll never forget this night. Never.

His fingers reach between us as he circles my clit, but it does nothing for my libido. Nothing this man could do would arouse me. Nothing. He’s a turn-off, not a turn-on … repulsive. I cry out in pain as he forcefully pushes himself inside me. I try to think of the ocean, of rolling meadows, anything to escape this moment, but nothing works.

He’s making horrible grunting sounds as he continues to thrust inside me, over and over again. I’m in agony. It hurts so much more than I thought it would. Anna, one of M’s girls, warned me the first time would hurt, but I didn’t expect the pain to be this severe. The girls in the pornos always look like they’re enjoying the sex. Maybe they’re just good actors.

‘You’re so tight. I’m not sure I can last much longer. Your cunt feels amazing. So fucking good.’

His words turn my stomach. I pray he can’t last much longer, because I just want this to be over. My natural instincts are to thrash around and try to get him off me, but I stay perfectly still. Moving only makes the pain worse.

‘I need to see my cum on your pretty face.’

With that statement, my eyes spring open again. Unfortunately, just in time to see him rip off his condom and move his body towards my face. My hands tug on the handcuffs around my wrists as my head thrashes from side to side, but there’s no escaping. I watch in horror as he strokes himself a few times before his body starts to tremble and a feral sound escapes him as he ejaculates all over my face.

That image … that sound … those feelings … will haunt me forever.

I start to choke on the gag as the vomit rises to my mouth. My tears are falling freely now as he hops off me and retrieves his phone again. Click … click … click.

‘I’m gonna enjoy looking at these later.’

After placing the phone beside the bed, he removes the gag and unfastens the handcuffs. ‘You were worth every cent. I’m looking forward to having you again. Go clean yourself up and get back here,’ he says, dismissing me with his hand.

Now’s my chance to escape. There will be no more—that I’m sure of. I’d rather die than let this man touch me again. I won’t survive it.

Scrambling off the bed, I crawl across the carpet trying to put some distance between us. He comes up behind me, slapping me hard on the arse.

‘I’m gonna fuck this too before the night is out.’

Like hell he is. A whimpering sound escapes me as I push myself off the floor and onto my feet. My legs threaten to give way as I make a hasty retreat out of the bedroom towards my clothes, still sitting in a pile in the foyer. Gathering them in my trembling hands, I dress as fast as humanly possible.

‘You need to loosen up if you’re going to make it in this game, sweetheart,’ he calls out from the bedroom. His words are all a blur. All I want to do is get away from him as fast as I can. I don’t even allow myself time to get cleaned up. His filth is still all over me.

Within minutes I’m flinging the door open. My eyes land on Rupert, pacing the corridor. Unease is etched on his face as he approaches me.

I break down the moment I collapse in his open arms.

‘What the fuck did he do to you?’ His anger is apparent in his voice. No words are needed when he makes eye contact with me. The evidence is there for all to see. ‘I’m gonna kill him,’ he says as he manoeuvres me to the wall, gently encouraging me to sit.

I’m not sure how long he’s in there, but when he returns, he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the lift. I feel safe with Rupert. Once inside, he places me on my feet and retrieves a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his jacket. I notice blood on his knuckles as he cleans up my face as best he can. When the handkerchief in his hand moves to wipe the cum out of my long dark hair, humiliation floods me.

Rupert almost blows a gasket when we arrive back at my apartment. He sends me to the bathroom to get cleaned up while he calls M and demands she come straight over.

The first words out of her mouth when she sees me are, ‘Grow the fuck up, Jade.’ This woman doesn’t have an ounce of compassion in her. But I can’t go through a situation like that again. I just can’t.

I’m a complete mess and flat-out refuse to continue working for her. I don’t care if she sues me. In that moment I don’t care what she does, I’m adamant I’m not going back, even though I know that isn’t an option.

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