Page 25 of Devil's Bargain

Dressed in suit pants and a navy shirt, he enters the room and shuts the door behind him.

He doesn’t acknowledge me on the edge of the bed as he throws his keycard down on the desk, followed by his wallet and car keys. “Go sit on the floor by the wall,” he orders with his back to me.

My mouth falls open, and I stare at the back of his head.

“Are you deaf?”

I’m stunned into silence. I get up, walk the step and a half to the wall, and sit down on the floor.

He scrolls on his phone and even takes a quick call while I watch the sun sink below the building opposite the parking lot. Not that I can see it from here. I can just make out the rooftop.

Darkness falls.

He crouches down in front of me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before lifting my chin with one finger.

I reluctantly meet his gaze.

“This is how it’s going to work. You’re going to suck my dick like a good little girl, and then I’m going to pay you like we agreed. You’ll bring the money home to your deadbeat mother, which she’ll spend on drugs and alcohol instead of food and heating.” He brushes his thumb over my mouth as his lips curve in a smile. “Then you’ll be back here, grappling with my belt.”

He gets to his feet and removes his cuff links and tie. “You see, it’s a win-win situation for me.”

I don’t reply. He’s right. I have no other choice but to come crawling back to him every time my mom goes on another bender.

He leans back against the desk and plants his feet. It reminds me of him in class if you ignore the plastic kettle and cheap coffee sachets behind him.

“I’m waiting.”

I go to stand but pause when he lowers his head and chuckles.

“Crawl.”

One word, dripping in darkness.

The cheap and worn carpet scratches my palms, and my nails catch in patches of cigarette burns as I crawl over to him. It’s impossible not to feel humiliated. His leather shoes come into view, but I keep my eyes down.

“Good girl,” he breathes, brushing his fingers through my hair.

It’s all I can do not to cry. How did my life come to this?

“Look at me!”

I steel myself and lift my gaze. His blue eyes roam my face like he wants to memorize my reaction while he unbuckles his belt, a smirk on his lips. He’s deliberately slow, dragging out the anticipation until I feel like screaming. I hate him, but I’m twisted enough to enjoy the humiliation on some deep level.

He chuckles and pulls his belt through the loops. “You can’t disguise that look in your eyes no matter how hard you try.”

When he puts the belt around my neck and tightens the strap, I gasp in surprise. This is not something I’ve experienced before.

He grins, twisting it around his wrist. “I’m going to enjoy your belt marks in class tomorrow.” He pulls on the strap, and my hands fly up to stop it from restricting my airflow.

He tuts. “Let go!”

He tightens it further in warning, and I instantly drop my hands by my sides which must please him because his smile widens. He loosens the belt enough to allow me small sips of air. “When you play nicely, I do too.”

His cock strains against his charcoal suit pants. I don’t mean to look, but my eyes flick down to the visible bulge despite my best efforts to seem unaffected.

He reaches behind him for a mug. Then rips a coffee sachet with his teeth. He empties it into the cup and adds hot water. He does it so casually you wouldn’t think he’s holding onto the belt with his other hand like I’m an obedient dog he’s taking for a walk. He stirs it and takes a sip, eyeing me over the rim.

He gets off on this. If I touched his dick, it would throb in my hand.

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