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I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “Stand up.”

Sliding off his lap, I smoothed out my skirt, my top still riding low on my chest.

He reached over and pulled it back up, taking my hand in his wet fingers from my arousal. “Come with me.”

Exiting through the far door, we walked along the back hallway that encircled the private rooms. He guided me until he came to a door. Scanning his black key card, he pushed it open and held it. I stepped inside cautiously. I’d only ever accompanied clients to and from these rooms, never actually entering one myself.

“Sit,” he ordered, and I scanned the space for options.

There were plenty: a bed, a spanking bench, some kind of medieval weightlifting contraption, a couch, a chair, and even a platform with a stripper pole on it. Not wanting to look clueless, I perched on the bench, still unsure of its purpose. “I’ll sit on this weight bench.” Trying to exude confidence, I crossed my knee over the other, then tossed my hair over one shoulder.

Nico raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile. “Roxy, we’ve had so many conversations about our experiences, but you never mentioned that you’ve never given a man a blowjob.”

“You never asked,” I retorted with a smirk.

“Yeah, I’ve had you in the rooms almost every night,” he paced in front of me, “and had I known you hadn’t even given a BJ to anyone, I might have approached the lessons a little differently. You have to walk before you learn to run.”

“Oh, please,” I scoffed sarcastically, “I’ve definitelywalked. My ex was just a one and done kinda guy. We were both inexperienced and younger, so that’s why I want you to teach me properly.”

“In that case, we should take things slowly,” he suggested.

“No!” I snapped, jumping to my feet. I was tired of being treated like I didn’t know what I wanted.

“Excuse me?” he asked challengingly.

“Don’t you dare! I’ve been ready for so long, craving a man to dominate me, control me, and turn me into his little cum slut. I’ve watched porn!” I yelled. “Hell, I watch live sex here every fucking night and those people are living their best lives! That’s what I want!” I begged and demanded. “I’m sick of not getting fucked hard. I’m tired of not being teased and tortured! And don’t even get me started on how people think I’m innocent and don’t deserve my pussy stretched to its limits! I want to gag on a huge cock for once in my fucking life!” I stopped when I noticed him staring at me with a grin and raised eyebrows.

He took a step toward me, towering over my smaller frame. “Just so you know, it’s not a weight bench,” he clarified. Grasping my right hand, he led me to lie down with my back against the padded surface, securing my wrist with a black leather cuff attached to a short chain and pillar. He repeated the process with my left hand.

“What is it then?” I asked as he lifted my legs in the air and restrained my ankles with matching cuffs.

“This,” he traced his fingers along the post where my left wrist was bound, “is a breeding bench.”

“Oh,” I pursed my lips together. My mind raced, wondering how it would feel at that angle. “So, are you going to breed me?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

“No,” he leaned in closer to my face, “but Iamgoing to keep you there until you learn how to address me properly, and then I’ll show you how a real man fucks aninnocent little girl.” He straightened up, looking down at me with lust in his eyes.

My breath hitched at his words, and my eyes lowered to the enormous bulge in his black jeans. Heat rose between my legs, and I gulped. I wanted him to dojust that. And I wanted it now. But I’d never played the games he played before.Innocent little girl? Mmkay.Properly address him?I sighed to myself, wanting to do anything other than disappoint him.

“And how do I properly address you?” I peeled my gaze away, looking back up into his eyes.

He smirked. “I think it’ll be more fun for me to torture you while you figure that out.”

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SIR

NICO

My entire body was on fire, desperate to plunge into her exposed pussy and claim it as my own. Despite the violence and death that surrounded me in my line of work, I still had a code when it came to women. Everything inside me urged me to take her now, without hesitation.

Her legs were spread invitingly, displaying her glistening slit for my hungry eyes. The sight of her arousal sent a jolt through me, and I couldn’t resist leaning in closer, my breath hot against her skin. She whimpered softly, her gaze fixed on me as she panted. My desire burned hotter, and I could practically taste her essence in the air.

Unable to resist just a small taste, I leaned over, my warm breath touching her arousal. She whimpered, watching me, breathless. Slowly, I closed my eyes, ready to dive right in, eating her until she sprayed my face… because when I was done with her, she would in fact do just that.

“Please,” she pleaded, and my eyes sprung open. I examined her pure, flushed cheeks through her spread thighs.

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