Buy My Soul (Sixty Days 2)

That pleasing him was a thrill my soul craved?

That pleasing him was enough to drive me crazy with want, even after I’d been mashed senseless in front of his seedy cameras already this evening?

I shouldn’t want it. Shouldn’t want him.

Shouldn’t want anything but to be done with this place and him along with it.

“You have five seconds, sweetheart. I’ve never been affluent with patience. Talk or fucking sleep, last fucking call.”

I managed a whimper. Pitiful.

I managed another arch of my back as I struggled to force out my answer.

“Five.”

“Please…” I began, but my voice trailed off.

“Four.”

I took a breath. My embarrassment burned.

“Three.” His voice was a bark. His knee moved against me and I shuddered.

“Please…” I said again, wishing I had even a scrap of sensibility left inside me.

“Two. Last fucking chance.”

“Please… sir… I want…”

“What do you fucking want?” he rasped. “One.”

And I said it. I just said it. Consequences and embarrassment be damned.

“You,” I told him. “Please, sir, please… It’s not for favours. It’s not for anything… please, sir.” I paused. I had to pause. It took everything I had to continue. “Please, sir. Please. I just want you.”Chapter FourteenBrandonI should’ve punished her. I should’ve reminded her that she was in my world for sixty days, powerless and subject to my every fucking whim.

I should’ve reminded her that her outside life was nothing in this space. That she should be thinking of nothing but serving me and earning her pay day.

I should’ve definitely reminded her that she meant nothing to me. Nothing more than a decent profit and a satisfied client base. That I wasn’t lying when I said my own personal pleasures meant nothing whatsoever in my business life.

But her tears were intoxicating. The stretch of her body under mine as I gripped her wrists with white knuckles was enough to tease the beast in me.

I hadn’t felt raw lust like this in years.

I hadn’t wanted someone like this since I was barely more than a boy of her age with her same sad optimism for the blessings of the world.

I hated the part of me that wanted to protect it in her. Because I did. I did want to protect it in her. I also wanted to destroy it and her beautiful soul along with it. To plunge her into the depths of obedience and leave her a tender shell of subservience in my wake.

“You have no idea who I am,” I told her and meant it. “If you have any sense in that head of yours, you’ll stay well clear of wanting anything from me.”

My warning was serious. My words were honest.

She nodded but her body stayed primed for mine, begging silently. Her sore pussy was sopping against my knee, her nipples like bullets and craving my touch.

“I’ll ask you again. Last chance to get that brain of yours into gear,” I said. “What do you want?”

Her reply was instant this time.

“You,” she whimpered. “I want you, sir.”

The truth in her voice slammed me right in the fucking gut, my balls tight and eager to unload into that pretty cunt of hers. My dick was straining, hard enough to fucking ache, and I went for it. Despite my own fucking basic common sense, I went for it.

I flipped her easily, slamming her onto her front and lowering myself hard onto her back. I kept her wrists tight in my grip, rocking my hips against her bare ass with my hard on burying into the crack. She took a frantic breath, knowing what was coming. Only it wasn’t. Not right then.

Even I wasn’t a cunt enough to tear her asshole open dry.

She wasn’t expecting me to dip low enough to spear her pussy in one. I thrust in deep, and that slick little hole gripped tight enough that I couldn’t hold back a grunt. The girl cried out with each thrust, her face pressed against the pillow as I took her hard and fast, plunging my cock into the depths of her with my heartbeat pounding in my temples.

I made sure my angle was right. Ensured that the sweep of my thrusts was geared for the right spot.

It worked.

It didn’t take long before she was writhing under my weight, her wrists tugging in my grip as she squirmed for more.

I shouldn’t have let her come. Not that night. Not after she’d initiated the experience with a request for her druggie sister and life outside.

I shouldn’t have let her come at all, in fact. Not until she’d fully learned the value of submission. Not until she’d earned a decent amount of her payout in this place.

There were plenty of things about this sweet little minx I shouldn’t be doing, but once again my common sense bailed for the hills.

“You don’t come without permission,” I hissed in her ear. “You never fucking come without my permission.”