I’d been to the house before, but it was for the after party at the end of the fashion show. There had been people taking up every single inch of space, making the house and the grounds congested because there were thousands of people on the property.

Now it was empty.

A stone wall wrapped around the entrance to the property, and we had to drive at least a mile before we reached the three-story villa with the fountain in the front. Some of his land was full of vineyards, and the other part was full of perfectly manicured bushes and rose gardens. Something I hadn’t noticed the other night was the pasture where a few horses grazed. A barn sat in the distance, and a white fence kept the large beasts contained. It was dark so it was difficult to make out, but the distant light from the barn illuminated their outline.

“You have horses?”

Conway pulled into the roundabout and killed the engine.

I knew I wasn’t getting an answer.

When I got out of the car, I wrapped the jacket tighter around my body and felt the nighttime breeze move through my hair. All of my belongings had been left behind, so all I had was this jacket—and it wasn’t even mine.

A man stepped out in a purple collared shirt and navy blue slacks. He had a thick gray mustache and tanned skin. He must have been in his fifties or sixties, and judging by his fitness and sun-kissed skin, he worked hard around the property. “Good evening, Conway. I’ll take the car.”

Conway tossed him the keys.

The man caught them even though the lights from the front of the house were dim. “What are your instructions?” He didn’t make a comment about the way Conway was dressed, the fact that his shirt was missing or that I was wrapped up in his jacket. He must have seen Conway in these kind of situations before—half naked with a woman to bring inside.

“Sapphire will be staying in the Grand Guestroom. She needs a meal and something to drink.”

His servant didn’t blink at the request. “Of course, sir. Right away.”

Conway only gave him a nod in acknowledgment before he walked up the stone steps to the front door.

I trailed behind him, and when I didn’t walk fast enough, he turned back to look at me.

I came to his side, pulling the jacket tighter around my body.

We stepped inside the entryway, where the ceiling extended all the way to the third floor and revealed the double staircase. It was a grand entryway fitted with two enormous stone statues near the staircases. Both were Roman soldiers, decorated from Caesar’s era. They held spears at their sides, and their bodies were rigid and hard like Conway’s.

He headed up the stairs to the right, the muscles in his back rippling and shifting underneath his skin. His narrow hips stretched out into his wide shoulders, looking just like the statues he had erected in his home.

We went up to the third floor, and I took the opportunity to admire the artwork on the walls. The oil paintings were all unique and beautiful, adding color to the Tuscan style home. The windows all had square wooden panels in the center, and they opened outward to let the fresh air into the house.

Conway stopped at a double doorway on the third floor and stepped inside. “This is your space. It has a private bathroom, a living room, and a balcony. You should have more than enough room.”

I spotted the large king bed with a bright red and orange bedspread. The Mediterranean colors matched the panels on the windows. It was dark outside so I couldn’t see the scenery, but I imagined the view was spectacular. All of the furniture was perfectly designed to complement the room. Paintings adorned the walls, and the individual art lights in the ceiling illuminated the works at the perfect brightness. The second room contained the large living room along with the balcony. The bookshelves were full of books, and the couch was positioned in front of a large TV on the wall.

It looked like I was staying in the presidential suite of a resort. “It’s…gorgeous.” Even if I hadn’t slept next to a dumpster, I would still think it was the most beautiful room I’d ever seen. It didn’t seem fair that he’d spent so much money on me, and I got to enjoy such luxuries.

“Dante can get you anything you need. You’re free to use the gym or the pool. Just stay out of my way for the next few days.” Cold as frost, he turned away from me and walked back to the door.

“Why?”

His hand gripped the knob, and he didn’t bother turning around. “Because I don’t want to look at you.”

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His home was extraordinary.

I’d never seen it in the light of the sun before. It was a cloudless day, and the sky was so blue that it seemed like an ocean was stretching over my head. My patio had a great view of the stables and the vineyards. When the sun hit my spot on the balcony, it was the most comfortable place on earth.

My bathroom was nearly the size of my bedroom, with a large tub under a window that overlooked the front of the house. There was a huge shower and double sinks. If this was just a guest bedroom, I wondered what Conway’s master bedroom looked like.

I explored the grounds on foot, walking along one of the paths that went by the stables. I stopped and stared at the horses for a long time, admiring their beautiful coats before I passed the swimming pool and the large terrace where the party had been last weekend.

It was a palace.

I didn’t cross paths with Conway, even though I hoped I would. He said he wanted nothing to do with me for a while, and I knew that was because he was pissed at me—pissed I’d been so stupid.

I’d cost him a fortune.

Dante appeared from behind me, “Sapphire, can I get you anything?”

I was standing in the largest living room in the house, the place big enough for a ballroom. There were three stories to this place, and I still hadn’t explored them all. “No, I was just looking around.”

“I noticed you didn’t take your breakfast tray.” Dante stood in a collared shirt with his hands behind his back. He was noticeably cold toward me, disliking me even though he’d never spoken to me before.

“My breakfast tray?”

“I set it in your living room.”

He’d been in my room?

Dante must have noticed the surprise on my face because he said. “There’s a separate doorway in there. I’ve been instructed to bring you breakfast every morning for the next few days.”

“I’m sorry…I didn’t see it.”

He didn’t bother covering his sigh. “Then let me make you some lunch. Come.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can do it myself—”

“You don’t like my cooking?”

“Uh…I never said that.”

“You didn’t eat your breakfast tray, and now you don’t want lunch?” he asked incredulously. “I’ve studied the culinary arts my entire life. My cuisine is the finest in this great country. If you don’t like it, then the issue isn’t with the food—but you.”

Man, we’d gotten off on the wrong foot.

He stared at me with venom in his eyes. If he showed his teeth, he would probably have fangs.

“I really didn’t see the breakfast tray. I would love some lunch because I’m starving. I just didn’t want to bother you…”

“Bother me?” he asked in surprise. “This is what I live for, Sapphire. Taking it away is like taking away a piece of my soul. My purpose is to serve, to make this palace into a home. I treat all of my master’s guests just as I treat him—like royalty.”

I certainly didn’t feel like royalty in that moment—just a pain in the ass.

Now he stared at me with a furious expression, as if he expected me to say something else.

What was I supposed to do? “Uh…I’m sorry I misunderstood.”

“I accept your apology.” He walked past me, his body rigid with pride. “Where will you take your lunch, Sapphire?”

“I have options?”

He stopped and turned around again, his eyes narrowed.

Did I say something stupid again?

“Anywhere you want. Just tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”

“What do you recommend?”

“It’s a beautiful day.” He extended his hand to the window. “Sunny and warm. The terrace is always a great spot.”

“Then I’ll take my lunch there.”

He clapped his hands once. “Excellent. Lunch will be served in just a few minutes.”

I sat on the balcony under the white umbrella, admiring the acres of land Conway owned. The horses grazed in the pasture, and the sun cast the land in a beautiful hue. The gentle breeze brought warm air directly against my cheeks. The water in the pool sparkled under the brilliant sunlight.

Dante served me like a patron at a restaurant. He brought me iced tea first, a basket of bread, and then served a green salad with vinaigrette and grilled chicken with roasted tomatoes.

It was almost three o’ clock, and there was still no sign of Conway.

Dante returned to the terrace and collected my plates. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, it was amazing. Thank you.”

“Dessert?”

There was more? “I’m full, but thank you.”

His eyes narrowed in offense.

“I mean…of course.”

“Alright. I’ll return with a cup of coffee and biscotti. I just made a fresh batch.”

“Great.” I wasn’t sure what Conway’s plans were for me, but I couldn’t sit around and gain weight. He probably wanted me to keep my measurements exactly as they were.

Dante returned with the coffee and biscotti, placing everything on the white tablecloth along with a small vase with a single red rose. “Anything else I can get you? I have tiramisu and lemon cake as well.”

I assumed he had everything in his kitchen. “Is Conway home right now?”

His face immediately hardened at the question.

“I’m just curious.”

“He’s working right now.”

It was clear Conway had instructed Dante to keep me away from him. I was to entertain myself until he was in the mood to have a conversation with me. “Can you tell him something for me?”

“I can pass on a message. But I can’t make him listen to it.”

“Tell him…” I didn’t know what I wanted to say. I wanted to apologize to him since it was my fault that he had to bail me out…and spend one hundred million dollars. But an apology through another person would make it empty. “I’m enjoying his beautiful home.”

---

Days passed, and I didn’t even catch a glimpse of him. I wasn’t even sure if he was staying at the house. I knew he had a place in Milan, so maybe he was sleeping there to swallow his rage.

I was enjoying my time in paradise. In America, I’d been a broke college student eating Top Ramen and hard-boiled eggs every day. Now I had a professional chef prepare all my meals—and ask if I wanted coffee and dessert afterward. I got to enjoy the pool as it overlooked the Italian landscape, and I was able to use a private gym that was big enough for dozens of people to use.

This was what it was like to be rich, I guessed.

I sat on the terrace with a glass of wine beside me. My feet dangled in the pool, and I wore a sundress I’d found in my closet. Conway must have sent someone to buy me clothes, giving my measurements so they would know exactly what would fit me. And everything was more beautiful than anything I’d ever worn. As if I had a kingdom to rule, every day I was dressed like a queen.

Footsteps sounded beside me, heavy footfalls that could only be caused by a heavy man. It wasn’t Dante, who was thin and limber. It was someone who carried the weight of the world.

It was Conway.

He sat beside me on the ledge and rolled up the bottom of his jeans so he could place his feet in the pool. Then he grabbed my glass and took a drink of the red wine, swirling it before he let it touch his lips. He set it down again between us, licking his lips when he was finished.

The silent treatment was finally over.

The sun set over the horizon, and the brilliant splashes of orange, pink, and blue sprinkled the sky. His terrace had the best view of the most spectacular sunset I’d ever witnessed—and he got to enjoy it every day.

He watched the sunset until the sun finally dipped below the horizon. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

It took me a moment to understand it was a direct response to the message I’d given to Dante a few days ago. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. When I passed through the small villages around Milan, I saw lots of beautiful things…but nothing like this place. It’s like a scene from a movie or something.”

“Real life is always more beautiful than the movies.”

“Maybe for you…” A rich man like him was only exposed to the luxurious things in life. Constantly surrounded by flowers, expensive cars, and gorgeous women, life was a dream. But for someone like me, life was an ongoing battle. There was one fight after another.

“Life is what you make it, sweetheart.”

I sucked in my breath through my front teeth, immediately hating the way that word sounded on my ears. It made my stomach clench tightly. I suddenly felt powerless, like Knuckles could grab me by the neck all over again.

Conway’s eyes shifted to me. “What did I say?”

I stared at the skyline, watching the light slowly fade. The stars were starting to shine bright overhead. “I just hate that name…”

“Why?” His voice was deep and masculine, and he always spoke in a baritone. He emitted so much confidence with such few words.

“That’s what Knuckles calls me…” I didn’t need to give a deeper explanation than that. I didn’t need to get into the details of how he would torture me. I’d crash on a friend’s couch, but still wake up to a note from him left on my chest. He liked to watch me run—because he got off on it.

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.”

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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 was 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.

I stayed on my knees, waiting for his next orders.

But none were forthcoming. He walked out of my bedroom and shut the door behind him, not looking at me before he left. The only noise I heard was the click of the doorknob. Then there was just silence.

I sat on the floor with the saliva pooled around my mouth. My eyes were still wet from the tears I’d shed. I’d expected him to fuck me, but he never did. I wondered if that was intentional, or if he just preferred the blow job.

I knew this was how the rest of my life would be. I would be expected to perform at a moment’s notice.

But at least I would enjoy it too.