Page 12 of The Seller

My thoughts exactly.

My cock is rock fucking hard. Naked, she’s beautiful. She’s not perfect. Her body isn’t free from blemishes, but that’s what makes this so fucking hot. She’s real. The soft lower curve of her belly is swollen with femininity. Maybe she’ll be bred if I sell her. My cock stiffens all the more at the idea of hot load of cum being pumped inside her, one of the trillions of little pieces of life finding purchase in her fertile womb.

Fuck. Why am I sayingif, even to myself? There’s noifhere. I sell women. It’s what I do. Of course I’m occasionally tempted to keep one for myself, but they always get boring in the long run, and there’s always a new innocent to corrupt. I remind myself that we’re in the honeymoon phase. She seems fascinating because she’s new. I can’t lose my edge, and I can’t forget the reason I started this.

She’s looking up at me, waiting to see what I’m going to do with her. Her mouth is a red pout, attractive, but it would be so much more so if it were wrapped around my cock. She deserves to be used, but I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of being a victim. Everything that happens to her is something she’s going to beg for.

Siri

He rubs his hand down over the front of his pants suggestively. There’s a bulge there. His hardness is like a threat. I know he could use it against me if he wanted to. He’s so much stronger. I feel it every time he touches me. And yet, he doesn’t take me by force. He just keeps me there on my knees and he makes me stay there as he slides his pants down and pulls his cock out.

God. He has a nice dick. It has a curve to it, not a big one, but enough of one to give me ideas of what it would feel like to have that hot, hard rod inside me, the head of him curling up inside my pussy, finding the tender spot inside me…

I have to stop thinking like this. This is a filthy, crude seduction, and I should be above it. There’s no way I should be responding to him slowly jerking his cock just an inch or so from my face, nearly close enough for me to reach out with my tongue and lick it.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just look,” he purrs softly. “At what you will earn when you prove yourself.”

Like every man to ever walk the earth, he thinks his dick is god’s gift to women.

“You’re really fucking cocky, you know that?”

He just smiles that sexy smug smile and keeps stroking his cock. “You have a chance right now to show me you’re a good girl and earn a reward.”

I don’t know what any of that really means. Show him I’m a good girl? How? Earn what kind of reward? I can’t help watching him, the motion of his strong hand up and down the shaft of his cock. It’s more arousing than it should be. I can’t help but extrapolate all the things he could do with me and to me, how he would feel inside me, how it would be to give myself to a man like this, an opportunistic asshole who trades women.

He’s evil. There’s no doubting that, and there can be no denying it. We’ve had our fun, and our banter, but I won’t give into this slow, twisted seduction. It’s brilliant though, I’ll give him that. He’s making me want my own degradation. He’s turning me into a willing participant in my own captivity. Stavros pushes me only as far as he needs to, and then he tries to entice me the rest of the way. He’s smart, and I’m sure he’s very good at what he does. He’s just not going to do it to me.

“Your dick looks like an old banana.”

“Does it?” He smirks. “Then why can’t you stop looking, Siri? Is it because you’re hungry?”

I groan. “That’s not fair. You can’t be cheesy as hell on top of keeping me captive in your basement. You’re supposed to be plain evil.”

“There’s no such thing as plain evil,” he says. “At least, not in my way of thinking. Good things are plain. Truth. Honestly. Probiotic yoghurt.”

He’s still stroking his cock, and as silly as our conversation is, I know there’s more to this than meets the eye.

“Do you want to suck my cock, Siri?”

“No.”

“Thats a lie. You’ll be punished for lies, and I like punishing naughty girls, so tell me another. Do you want me to spread your legs and push this inside you?”

“…No.”

His smile only grows broader and darker. “It’s twisted, isn’t it, how much you really want this. How wet you are, right between your thighs. How that pain in your ass isn’t actually pain anymore, because it’s starting to make you feel good.”

Fuck. He’s right. I hadn’t actually noticed how my ass felt until now. The spanking wasn’t actually that bad. Being held over his lap, feeling his body against mine, it was like an antidote to the hours of solitude he put me through, and more than that, it made me feel small and safe and… this fucking asshole. He knows how to turn every natural impulse against me. He knows I must be craving security and strength, so he shows me both, and my stupid body doesn’t know the difference between a real hero and this dark mockery of one.

As much as I try to follow the logic I’m well aware of, the ache he installed in my ass has become traveling heat, and that heat has made its way down between my thighs. He’s right that I’m wet. He can see it. Maybe not my pussy, but he can see the flush on my cheeks and chest, the way my nipples have become two pink, hard little peaks.

I am physically responding to him, but that doesn’t mean I want him. That just means I’m a human, in a human body. He’s going to have to work harder if he wants to convince me that I secretly want to be his fuck toy.

He’s still stroking his bare cock. I can see a little bead of arousal at the tip of his dick. If he keeps going, I’m going to be kneeling here when he ejaculates, and I know I am in the firing line, my face and breasts prime targets.

“Do you want a taste?” He lowers his cock toward my lips, his eyes dangerous and narrowed, his lips parted with the husky breaths a man takes when he is getting ever closer to orgasm.

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