Page 1 of Encircled in Darkness
Prologue
Amaya
Before I even signedthe contract, I knew it was a mistake. Desperation and loneliness had ruled my rational thinking over the last few months after years of struggling. I needed as much money as possible, so ignoring that little voice whispering at me to walk away, I picked up the pen and signed my name next to his. The lawyer overseeing the transaction took the contract from me before he reached into his desk, pulled out a blood red envelope, and handed it to me.
Turning to the man I had just signed a piece of myself over to, I watched the look on his face turn from impassive to evil in the blink of an eye. He smirked, his clear blue eyes and almost white hair gave him the look of an angel. The little voice in my head was screaming to leave and find another way as I clenched the envelope in my hand.
A shiver ran down the length of my spine when he turned toward his lawyer and asked, “It’s done?”
With a nod of his head, the lawyer leaned back in his leather chair and licked his lips as he ran his beady eyes up and down my body. I crossed my arms over my chest as the jingle of a zipper being lowered sounded into the room. Turning my head, I looked at the beautiful man dressed in black as he reached into his custom-tailored slacks and pulled out his thick, hard cock.
I swallowed deeply and my heart thundered in my chest as I looked from it to him, feeling the bile rise in my throat. I knew this was what I agreed to, but the naïve part of me hoped it wouldn’t be so soon. Remembering that nothing in my life had been easy up to now, I fought hard to keep the tears from building in my eyes.
“First test. Pass it and we can proceed with our arrangement. Fail and that envelope in your hand will be the only one you’ll ever receive.” He raised his eyebrows and cold blue eyes bore into mine as he squeezed his length, waiting for my answer.
“What about...” nodding my head to the lawyer who was observing the entire conversation, his fingers locked over his pudgy stomach as he watched in rapt attention.
“Pass or fail.”
Exhaling through my nose, I slid the envelope into my purse and turned in my chair, leaning over toward his lap. I had given blow jobs before, just never with anyone watching. Understanding this was my only option, I slowly reached my hand out. His words stopped me midway down.
“On your knees. You know what I want.” His ominous tone left no room for argument and I swallowed deeply, the full weight of my decision becoming a reality.
Standing from the chair, I moved in front of him and slowly lowered to my knees. He kept his eyes on my face and the uncomfortable feeling welling up inside grew. Unbuttoning his pants, he revealed his entire length and I looked up, my gaze connecting with his bored expression.
I couldn’t look away from his beautiful face, sitting above me, judging me with his cold blue eyes as he stroked his bare length. I didn’t need his judgement when I was judging myself hard enough. Closing my eyes, willing myself to remember the reason I was in this position, I grasped his length in my small hand and licked the tip softly.
His powerful hand wrapped into my hair, grabbing the roots as he held my head just above his bobbing cock. My hands instinctively went to stop his hold on me and during my shocked gasp, he shoved his cock into my mouth, using the forceful grip on my hair as a tether to push my head further down. Coughing around his length, he pulled back and looked down at me.
“You don’t have permission to touch me. Now, open your mouth and show me how much you want this. Remember, you can walk out at any time.” His sneer showed he knew he had the upper hand. It was no secret I was desperate for money.I had to be to agree to this.
Resigning myself to the inevitable, I dipped my head down. Opening my mouth, he thrust up, hitting the back of my throat with his bulbous head. My hands went to his legs, before I dropped them to my lap and tried to bob my head in time with his forceful thrusts. My eyes were watering, and I fought the urge to throw up as he fucked my mouth in front of his lawyer.
The gagging sound coming from me as he worked himself faster and faster into my mouth echoed into the room, and the mortification I experienced killed a little part of me. I kept going, recognizing my future depended on this man in front of me. I despised that the lawyer was a witness to my humiliation, but he had brokered the deal, so something told me he was used to this kind of thing.
“Hold your breath, slut.” He groaned, pushing his length into my mouth with his stomach pressed against my nose. “Fuck yeah. Swallow. Swallow. Agh!”
I felt his cock thicken in my throat as I choked for air with drool spilling down my chin and tears streaming down my face. The first jet of his cum hit the back of my throat and he pulled back, working the head across my tongue as he filled my mouth with his seed. I was able to breathe through my nose and just as I inhaled, he reached over, pinched my nose, and forced me to swallow.
Withdrawing his semi-hard cock from my raw and reddening lips, I heard the lawyer stroking his length behind the desk. The tears fell freely from my eyes and I looked up at him as he tucked himself back into his pants.
“Take care of him and you can leave.”
“I failed?” The tears fell down my cheeks and he stood, forcing me to my ass on the floor.
“You passed pet. He’ll give you your instructions, but only after you finish him.” The evil smile on his face, displaying his perfect white teeth, made my stomach flip.
I knew what I agreed to with him, or I thought I did. I never realized it would transfer to his friends. Trying to stand, he pushed me back with his expensive shoe and whispered menacingly.“Pets crawl.”
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, hoping to save some of my dignity, I moved to all fours. I inched my way around the desk and my face was eye level with the lawyer’s tiny little dick. I looked over the desk to the man who was walking out, it seemed, without a care to what he left me to do. Just as he was about to open the door, he spoke. “If she doesn’t do a good job, Greg, send her packing.”
A boisterous laugh rang out as I heard the door close and I was left alone with Greg and his pickle shaped dick. Tears fell as I looked up to him, hoping for a savior. I found myself staring into the eyes of a leech who kept working his hand up and down, stroking himself. The wedding ring on his hand caught the light and I wondered what kind of man does this then goes home to his wife?
“Show me your tits.” He husked and with trembling hands, I unbuttoned my blouse. Letting it fall to the floor. I reached around and unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts to the chilly room.
Greg leaned in and groped my breasts, pinching each nipple. I whimpered and he chuckled, “He sure knows how to pick them. Maybe you’ll last longer than the last one.”
Confused, I looked up and he waved his hard dick back and forth, like a signal flag. I took the fat, nubby cock into my mouth with his taste still on my tongue. Greg moaned and grunted, but no matter how fast or how deep I sucked, he wouldn’t come. My lips were growing painful as he withdrew from my mouth.
