Page 3 of Unholy

“I’d do it myself but once I am on my knees, there’s not a fucking hope I’d be able to get up. I would even take my dentures out to give him a full experience.” Choking on my own spit—that is not the visual I wanted in my head going into this.

“Fuck, Greta. TMI,” I mumble under my breath, which causes her to laugh even more. She knows what she’s doing, torturing me and loving it.

Sliding my bare feet out of the boots, they fall sideways to the ground. My manicured toes pad over to the open doorway, where Greta is waiting for me.

“Why can’t one of the other girls do this?” I question, feeling the cold tiled floor beneath, grounding me.

Blowing out a cloud of cigarette smoke, she replies, “He is a V-I-fucking-P, Rylee. He may hire whores to fuck, but only the best. And you are the only one here he would let near his giant, sacred dick. His other regulars are out on jobs. So you, my lovely granddaughter, are the chosen one today.”

I know she’s right. Walking ahead of her in the long hallway, I yell back to her, “You are paying me fucking triple for this. And I want a bag, a really expensive bag.”

Greta runs the classiest fucking brothel in all of Montana, the entire Midwest, really. This is also our home. Some girls rent a room from us monthly, and others go to the clients’ homes and we take a fee for setting up the appointments. But most are independent contractors.

Greta is the head bitch, the house mother, but she hates being referred to as that. I am learning the trade, and one day I will take this over from her, while still being able to do what I love in my playroom.

We cater to the rich, the connected, The Exiled.

Whatever they fantasize, we offer.

And today, Nathaniel Sinclair’s fantasy is getting his dick sucked through a hole in the wall.

Turning the black iron doorknob, the door creeks as I take a step in.

Delacroix is sitting in a plush chair, legs wide and stone-faced. He isn’t known for his sense of humor. But he is known for being Sinclair’s bestie—a very deadly one, in fact.

Smirking at him as I pass, his face doesn’t budge to greet me in return. This room has cream shag carpet; my toes curl into the softness of it as I continue to walk toward Sinclair’s cock, which is hanging out of the hole. The lights are dimmed, and as I go to kneel down before it, metal shines. My mouth waters—he has piercings. I am surprised his girls have never mentioned this, but I suppose he does make them sign NDAs.

Focusing back to the job, this is something I am not used to, as my knees hit the carpet, because usually they are kneeling before me.

“Have fun,” Greta calls into the room as she closes the door.

Clearing my throat, I let curiosity win. “You don’t seem like the kind of man who would allow his precious cock to be in this position.”

A thump follows; I presume it is his head banging against the wall.

“That motherfucker never wins. This should be his cock in the hole,” a deep voice responds back.

A bet.

How interesting. I wonder what he lost.

“I don’t do this shit. I never would be here if I didn’t have to be.” His disclaimer bores me; I couldn’t give a fuck as long as I got paid.

“Keep your dick through the hole and shut up." I snap back, and his silence tells me he will obey.

Reaching my hands up to his cock, which is now at eye level, I grip it at the base and squeeze. A faint hiss can be heard from behind the thin wall as he becomes fully erect. My thumb reaches his tip and brushes against one of the cool pieces of metal.

Moving my mouth toward him, I bring my tongue out and tease him, rubbing it back and forth along his sensitive slit. Precum drips from his head as I bring my lips over it, adding to the agony of need building inside of him. My hands start working him, adding to his desire. The ridges of his additional piercings rub against my palms. He has a ladder, fuck me.

I wonder what it feels like to be fucked by someone with that. It’s on my bucket list of things to experience.

My pussy clenches at the thought of all those piercings rubbing against the inside of my cunt.

I decide to stop playing with my meal and slide my lips farther down his thick shaft, taking him as deep as I can. Using my tongue, I continue to tease his underside as I hollow my cheeks and suck him back, hard. My throat does its job, grippingaround him tightly as I continue to work him. Saliva builds and begins to drip out of my mouth and down my chin. My lungs are running out of oxygen as I take him out of me and catch my breath.

“Fuck.”

Hearing him squirm makes me smile.

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