What's Your Price

She had long ago lost all care for anyone wanting her. She’d been the little girl hoping for families to come in and notice her. To want her to be a part of their families. She got used to the feeling of being glanced over, of not being seen. When families or couples would visit, she stopped trying to impress them. It was easier that way.

Over the years, she’d learned to rely on herself alone, until Gabe.

Why was he different?

She hadn’t cowered away from his display at his nightclub. She wouldn’t give in to his demands now.

She turned toward the sink and washed her hands. A gasp escaped her as Gabe’s arms went around her.

“You can’t stand for me to know anything about you, can you? I bet it’s easier that way. You can hold everyone back, but I refuse to be like everyone else. I’m not like everyone else.” His lips brushed across her neck.

“No? When you’re done with me, you’ll just kill me.”

His teeth pressed against her neck. “You really think it would be that easy?”

“Wouldn’t it be?” she asked.

He didn’t speak up, and she stayed tense.

“The world has broken you, Laura, but I promise you, I’ll build you back up.”

She spun around. “I’m not broken, Gabe. That’s where you’re wrong.”

“You don’t think you’re broken?”

“I know I’m not.” She pushed some hair off her face. “Is this what you’re going to spend the next two days doing? Trying to mold me into what you want? Have you ever considered I might actually be happy with who I am?” She ran her hand down the front of his pants. “I’ve got nothing to hide. I made a lot of choices, but I’m not defined by them.” She cupped his cock. “I’m not a damsel in distress. I don’t need nor do I want your money. You’ve got nothing to offer me.”

“Then why are you here?” he asked.

She sank to her knees before him and worked at the button of his pants. “For something you don’t understand. I want your cock for free.” She pulled his dick from the confines of his pants. Working her fingers up and down his length, she smiled up at him. “And that confuses the fuck out of you.” She took him into her mouth, moaning as his pre-cum slid across her tongue. The moment he hit the back of her throat, she didn’t stop, instead, she took him even deeper, moaning more as he filled her.

The taste of him exploded on her tongue, and he released a curse, grabbing her hair and wrapping it around his fist. He began to thrust into her mouth, and she swallowed as much of him down as possible. Glancing up, she loved the power she held over him. With the touch of her tongue, she could stop him from enjoying this. Too much teeth would render him on his knees.

She chose pleasure.

She gave him everything he wanted, and in return, her arousal built.

“Fuck, Laura. Fuck.” He growled, gripped her more tightly, and thrust deep into her mouth, sinking to her throat. He came hard and she swallowed every single drop without complaint.

She licked her lips as he pulled out, but Gabe wasn’t done with her yet. He lifted her over his shoulder and proceeded to carry her across his apartment. She held on to his ass with a squeal. “The food. The food.”

“The food can wait. I already turned it off.”

She’d been so into sucking his cock she’d completely forgotten about the food.

“You’re going to see there’s a benefit to having takeout,” he said.

The moment she hit the mattress and looked into his eyes, she knew she wasn’t going to complain about a bit of takeout.

****

“Tell me about you,” Laura said, dipping a tortilla into some hot salsa.

“What do you want to know?”

“The real stuff. How you became this city monster. Leader of all minions and all that.” She licked her fingers before picking up another tortilla. This time, she dipped it into the guacamole. “This is really good.”

“I know all the good places.”

“I’ll have to get their number because this is so good.” She moaned, and for a few seconds, he admired her eating. “Are you going to tell me? How did you go from foster kid to king?”

“I’m not a king, and the usual way. There was a job opening.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, because this is the normal job.”

He took some tortillas and dipped them with salsa. “I was always good with my fists, and I can problem solve. Had the skill when I was a kid. Could talk my way out of everything. The cops hated me because I always found little loopholes. One day, I was about thirteen, maybe younger, or older. I can’t remember. I was sent to live with this guy. He gave me the creeps. He stunk really bad. Like he didn’t wash. He was only taking kids in for the money, and it turned out he liked to play with them. He got a kick out of forcing the boys to do things.”