Page 2 of Encircled in Darkness
Worried, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
Sucking his teeth, he shook his head and stood me up. Turning me quickly, he pushed me over the desk and leaned in whispering, “I can’t take your pussy, but there aren’t any rules to your ass. What do you say, Amaya? Do you stay or do you go?”
I closed my eyes and accepted the unavoidable. “Stay.” I whispered back. The man behind me had the power to get what he wanted, and it was at that moment I realized I was in over my head.
With trembling hands, I unbuttoned my pants, pushed them and my silk panties to my knees, and assumed the position over Greg’s desk. If I hadn’t experimented in the past, I would have probably freaked out and ran. Knowing what to expect, I gripped the edge of the desk and closed my eyes. He brought his hand over my mouth and positioned his cock at my asshole.
“I knew you’d make the right decision.” He taunted as he pressed against me, pushing himself past the tight ring.
Using his spit for lube, he pushed his dick into my ass, forcing me onto my tiptoes as the tears streamed down my face, landing in a puddle on the contract I had just signed. Greg released my mouth and gripped both my hips, thrusting into me as I silently cried, wishing I was anywhere but here.
“Fuck yeah. That’s what I wanted.” He groaned, withdrawing from me and slamming back to the hilt.
The desk pushed into my thighs as he pumped into me. His speed increased and I hoped he would be done soon. I needed to get out of here and away from him. With each shove of his hips, the void inside of me grew bigger, and the safety of the darkness grew more comforting. The disconnect was sudden and I felt the tears drying up as he grunted above me, rocking us faster and faster.
I felt him growing thicker and just as he was about to cum, he wrenched me back by my hair and dropped me hard down to my knees. He used his other hand to pump his cum all over my exposed tits. The warm, sticky fluid ran down my nipples as he shook the last of himself onto my skin, with his head thrown back in bliss.
Releasing my hair, I fell on my ass. I was naked except for my pants around my ankles and just as I reached to grab my bra and shirt; he stopped me.
“Sit on the desk, Amaya.”
I tried to pull my pants up and he picked me up by the waist, sitting me on the desk. Pulling my pants off, he tucked himself back into his pants. I watched, confused to why he was keeping me when he leaned over and sucked all his cum from my tits and chest. I was stunned and remained still as he hummed through each lick against my sticky skin.
He worked his way down my torso and kissed my wet pussy, running his tongue up and down the drenched lips. I shouldn’t like the gratification he was giving me, but the dark void inside liked the attention, wanting and needing more. I was dazed as he slowly pushed two fingers into my pussy and battered my swollen clit. Leaning back on the desk, I took the pleasure he gave me and rocked my hips, feeling the tingle building deep in my stomach.
Greg pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked in time with his rapid finger fucking as I splintered apart on his desk. He hummed contently as I gripped his head and worked my hips shamelessly against his tongue, forcing the groans to remain behind my closed lips. My eyes tracked between my legs and I watched as Greg licked my opening, capturing my release on his tongue.
He sat back, a smug smile on his face, and swallowed before he raised his eyebrows at me. I quickly grabbed my clothes and redressed as he straightened his desk like nothing had happened. I looked to him for the promised instructions and he handed me another envelope.
“Your next appointment is inside, along with a little personal thank you.” He winked and I was dismissed.
Forcing my composure to remain relaxed, I left the building in downtown Lincolnville and started the drive back to Pierce Bluff. I had driven in a fog, not really paying attention to where I was going, only realizing the road was blurry through my tears. My lips hurt, my ass was throbbing, yet I felt satisfied.Dirty, yet satisfied.
Would it always be like that? Should I expect things to be worse?
Halfway home, I pulled off to a rest stop and opened the envelopes I had received. The need to know if I could deliver what I had promised weighed heavily on me as I unsealed the red envelope. Inside was a check for three thousand dollars and the words interview payment on the subject line.
Was that how you classified auditioning your newest whore?An interview?
The second envelope had two smaller envelopes inside. The first one was cash totaling a thousand dollars. The second was my instructions for next weekend. My eyes grew wide and I knew that no matter what, I had to do what I was being paid to do. Saying no wasn’t an option. Not anymore.
You are to be present promptly at six on Saturday. You’re the pristine new centerpiece for the evening’s fun. Prepare to be exhibited by your new owner for all his guests to observe. Disobedience will result in the termination of your contract. Compliance will guarantee you three thousand dollars, payable at the end of the evening. As always, the choice is yours.
