Page 27 of Blood Money

This was better than any sex I’d had. What did that say about me? Right then, I didn’t care; I just needed more.

“Look at me,” Val demanded.

When I did, the heat in his eyes was insanely intense. I sucked him harder, and he growled. “You’re going to swallow every drop of my cum. Do you understand?”

I nodded, and he smiled.

He slipped one hand around my throat and ran his thumb over my neck. “I want to feel my cock in your throat. Open wide.”

He gave me a few more harsh thrusts, then he was coming, spilling into me as I struggled to swallow fast enough to take it all. His hand still gripped my throat while the other was anchored in my hair, pulling me closer. As he finished, he pushed in all the way, I hadn’t had a chance to take in air first. I was dying, desperate. I needed to breathe, but the feeling of his cock and his hand gripping my throat was so fucking hot. I was completely his. He could do anything to me, but I knew he was going to let go in time. He needed me as much as I needed him.

When he released me and I was able to breathe again, I jerked my cock hard and fast, crying out as cum shot over my hand.

“Jesus, you really are a fucking slut for me.”

“I….” I couldn’t form words. My orgasm rocked my world as cum continued to spurt from my cock.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Val said as he watched me. “Next time, I expect you to ask for permission though.”

“N-next time?”

“You want private clients? You want to do things that earn more money than dancing ever could? Then I’ll be your client. Your only client.”

He couldn’t be serious. “But you said?—”

“I don’t give a fuck what I said. I’ll have you in this room any time I want.”

Would his father come after me if he found out? “Everyone will know.”

“I don’t give a fuck what anyone knows.”

“But I thought–”

He wrapped his hand back around my throat and squeezed, cutting off my air again. I was going to have bruises there if he kept it up. “Me fucking a dancer here is nothing. I’ve done that plenty of times.”

Those words shouldn’t hurt. I knew he hadn’t been with any of them since he brought me here, but surely I wasn’t stupid enough to think he wanted to be exclusive with me.

“All you need to worry about is paying your debt. I’ll compensate you just like any other client.”

He let me go, and I rubbed my neck as I focused on breathing.

“Do we have a deal?”

“Do I have a choice?” I croaked out the words.

He studied me for a moment as I looked up at him from my knees. Then he brushed his fingers over my wet, swollen lips. “You can dance without offering any other services, or you can have me as a client. Those are your options.”

So, I could spend years here paying off my debt, being watched by Val, unable to do anything to improve my chances of getting out from under his thumb. I wouldn’t be touched by anyone. Wouldn’t have to argue about how far I wanted to go with a client, but I also wouldn’t be touched by Val again.

Could he keep his hands off me? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I didn’t want him to. If I were honest, I wanted him here every day, bringing me to this room and doing whatever he wanted.

“I charge top rates.”

He grinned. “Of course you do.”

“He pulled out a stack of hundreds and counted out a thousand dollars. Will this do for today?”

My eyes widened. “A thousand for a blow job?” Fuck, why did I say that. Did I want to work forever to pay him back?

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