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He reached his hands up and grabbed both my nipples tweaking them firmly giving me a jolt of pain to go along with my pleasure. I gasped and let a moan escape my throat as I could feel myself nearing the edge of completion. He twisted my nipples more adding a bit more pressure to them causing me to cry out as he took my swollen nub into his mouth and sucked gently. I screamed loudly as my release came.

I moaned loudly as an orgasm swept over my body and spasms took over. Once the spasms subsided, he tied my arms above my head and attached them to the headboard of his bed. I knew he liked things kinky and it could get worse than what it was, but being tied up was never my favorite thing. Once my arms were securely over my head, he moved away from the bed and went to the closet where he stored his kinky toys. He came back to the bed with his flogger in hand, smacking it against the palm of his other hand.

The flogger was a thin piece of hard leather with a flat, wide piece at the end, and I knew what he was going to do with it. Without warning, he struck it across my bare stomach causing me to arch my back as a wave of both pain and pleasure washed over me. He smacked me a second time and a moan escaped me as I pulled against the restraints that held me to the bed. I could feel myself becoming more aroused than I was before and my juices were already dampening his bed sheets.

After a few more smacks, he put the flogger away. He positioned himself in front of me and slid himself inside my mouth. As he pushed his hardness inside my mouth, he reached down with his hand and pinched my nipple between his fingers until I squealed in pain. He let up a bit, but kept a hold on my nipple and rolled it between his thumb and index finger. I liked how it felt, and I started sucking him harder, taking more of him inside my mouth.

He groaned loudly as I started to suck his erection as he thrusted forward slightly. His groans became louder as I quickened my pace causing him to thrust faster. He was basically fucking my face, causing me to gag a bit and I loved it. I could tell he loved it too by the sounds he was making. I felt him harden more inside my mouth and start to throb, so I knew he was getting close to his release. I started sucking as fast as I could, and he pulled away from me before he exploded in my mouth. He smiled at me before he grabbed my legs and pulled them apart as he pushed himself inside me. I moaned loudly as he thrusted against me hard and fast burying his hardness inside me to the hilt.

As he thrusted against me, he reached for the candle that burned on the table beside the bed and poured a bit of the wax onto my chest. I cried out in both pain and pleasure as he took me closer to climax. I knew it wouldn’t be long and that he wouldn’t be far behind me as I felt him harden more and throb inside me. I wriggled underneath him as his thumb found my swollen nub and started to rub it as he continued to pound against me.

Groans of pleasure escaped him as I lifted my pelvis and met his thrusts which sent me closer to orgasm, and I could tell it did him as well. Just as I was about to climax, he slowed his pace then stopped as he reached up and untied my arms. Once my arms were free, he slowly started thrusting against me making sure I felt every inch of him inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes as I screamed out with my orgasm.

“Oh, fuck yes, princess! That feels so good, don’t fucking stop,” I said as I continued to meet his thrusts. “Don’t ever stop. You feel so fucking amazing!”

As the spasms of my release subsided, he turned me over onto my stomach and smacked my bare ass as he positioned me the way he wanted. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him as he thrusted forward, slamming his erection deep inside me. I screamed out at the intense sensations he was causing, and moved my body back and forth in rhythm with his. As he thrusted deeper inside me, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he brought me to orgasm once again.

“Oh, Phoebe, your pussy feels so good. Please don’t stop what you’re doing,” he growled against my ear as he thrusted harder.

I felt the familiar tightening inside and I knew what was coming. My body began to spasm around his hardness as I cried out in pleasure. He kept thrusting as my body spasmed, and I felt him begin to throb harder inside me. I moaned as another orgasm built inside. I wasn’t sure if my body would be able to take the intense sensations I was feeling.

He groaned loudly as he exploded inside me, and I was wracked with another mind-blowing orgasm. My chest heaved with heavy breaths as he rolled off me and laid beside me. He reached for the bottle of water on his bedside table and took a drink before handing it to me.

“That was so amazing. I really hope you would’ve done that for me even if I hadn’t done you a favor. I really like you, Phoebe, and I know you’ve had a rough go in the past, but I want to change things for you if you’ll let me.” He kissed me gently.

“I’d like that, it would be nice to have someone really care about me instead of just pretending so I’ll fuck them,” I replied.

He cuddled close beside me and drifted off to sleep as I laid awake, my thoughts consuming me. I started to think about how things would be when I hit my forties and everything started to sag. I knew I was going to have to figure something out, I still have time before I would need to. I wondered if I could find someone to fund some plastic surgery and I had to giggle at that thought. I had no idea who would be nice enough to do that for me, but I had time to meet someone still. I giggled at the thoughts that were running through my mind as I tried to make myself go to sleep.

I started to drift off until the sound of my phone buzzing on the table beside me roused me from sleep. I looked to see a text from a number I didn’t recognize so I decided to open the message. To my horror, it was a text from the man I had once called my father. I scanned the words quickly before sliding my phone back onto the table:

Phoebe, my dear, I have found you after all these years to tell you that I am very ill, and I would like for you to come and be by my side. I don’t really think that’s too much to ask of you seeing as I raised you and groomed you to be the whore that you are. I know that you are from the good things I hear from previous customers of yours. I’ll bet you’ve made a killing using the skills your mother and I taught you. It’s your turn to help me in my time of need. You’re not going to let your father die alone, are you?

I hit the button that made the screen go dark and slid the phone back to the table before hunkering down deep in the covers, praying they could hide me from the monster I had tried so hard to get away from. I felt my well-hidden emotions creep in from the place I’d shoved them all those years ago and tears welled up in my eyes. I hoped that I would wake up and it all be a terrible nightmare, but knowing my luck, it wouldn’t happen that way. I sobbed quietly not wanting to wake the sleeping man beside me. Fear claimed me as I laid still listening to sounds coming from outside the window. Once I figured out they were animals and not people, I forced myself to go to sleep and dreamed of the torture I’d endured at my father’s hand in my teens.

I woke up several times and moved from the bed, so I didn’t wake him with my nightmares. He only knew a portion of my story. I didn’t plan on telling him all of it, because those that knew it all loved to exploit it to get the things they wanted from me. I laid on the small couch that was on the wall opposite the bed and watched him roll over and find me gone. He sat up and looked around before spotting me on the couch.

“What the hell are you doing over there? You best get your fine ass back in bed,” he said as he patted my side of the bed.

I could tell that he was trying to be different than other men I’d tangled myself up with and that he cared more about me than I wanted to admit he did. Truthfully, I cared about him more than I had anyone in a long time, except maybe Tony. That relationship had been doomed from the start though and I knew it. I knew from day one we weren’t going to last long and when it became toxic, I knew I had to get out somehow.

I got up off the couch and made my way back to the bed hoping my nightmares would stay away the rest of the night so I wouldn’t disturb him as he slept. I knew if things were going to progress with us, I was eventually going to have to tell him everything about me and that scared me. I didn’t want to run him off with all my baggage as it had many others I’d told. I pulled the covers back to get in the bed and grinned at him.

“I moved, because I didn’t want to wake you. I had some nightmares.” I slid back in the bed.

“Don’t worry, Doll, I’ll protect you. I promise,” he said as he snuggled against me and fell back to sleep.

I knew that he would try to protect me, but I also knew that he’d fall short. There was only one person I knew that could protect me from the one I needed to be protected from, because he’d done it before, and that person was Tony. Tony had a knack for scaring the shit out of anyone that threatened what he loved and at one time he’d loved me. I wasn’t sure if he’d even help me again after everything that had happened between us. Still I wasn’t about to tell him what was going on though, because I knew he would think I had something to do with it and it was a scam or something. I had no idea why he always thought I was working for the bastard that raised me, even though I hadn’t seen the man in many years.

I rolled onto my side and told myself I needed to go back to sleep so I could figure out what to do the next morning, but I was afraid to go to sleep because of what I might see. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, my eyelids were finally heavy enough that I closed them and drifted to sleep not caring what would be waiting for me in dreamland. I hoped that one day I would be able to dream of only good things, but I knew today was not that day. Maybe someday.

Chapter Three

Phoebe

I spent days wondering how my father had found me and what he really wanted. He wasn’t too sick, or he wouldn’t have felt the need to insult me. If he thought that was going to make me go see him any quicker, he was wrong.

I didn’t give a fuck whether he lived or died. After what he did to me when I was eighteen, I wanted nothing to do with him. I couldn’t wait for him to die, so I could take a shit on his grave, and thank Satan for taking him off my hands. Once he was gone, I’d be totally free and wouldn’t have to worry about living in hiding or anything.

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