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Apprehension takes over, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I feel fucking dirty like a whore.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I snap my eyes open and look at him. I can feel pressure building behind my eyes. Now is not the time to fucking cry.

“Are you going to be my good girl?” He asks, lifting my chin.

“Yes.” I let out a breath. His words stroke my ego. The part of me that craves the darkness. My body is craving him. He is the darkness. I’m fucked.

He is going to use me and throw me away. He just took a picture of me on my fucking knees for him.He has cameras in your room.The thought of him watching me pleasure myself comes to mind. If he wanted to blackmail me, he could have done that a long time ago. Plus, I can’t run now, not when the Devil has me on my knees.

He guides the tip to my mouth, and I open as wide as I can, as if it’s an instinct. I can feel him stretching my mouth wider as he pushes in deeper. I moan. Foreign feelings take hold of me, and I begin to pull him gently in and out of my mouth. I have watched porn before, so I try my best to do what I can remember.

“You’re fucking gorgeous when you suck my cock,” he groans.

He starts pumping faster. I can feel arousal creeping down my thigh. I move my hips gently to ease the growing need, enjoying the sensation as I please him. I slow down, and he fists the back of my hair, plunging deep into my throat, and tears prick my eyes. I start gagging, trying to hold down the bile that wants to rise. For a moment, it feels like he might kill me, but then his tone changes. It’s almost gentle.

“Breath through your nose.”

I try to focus my breathing and his cock starts to swell in my mouth.

“Swallow my come like a good girl.” He groans.

I keep sucking as if my life depends on it because it feels like it just might.He forces my head down. I nearly choke as he releases all of his cum down my throat. My eyes are overflowing with tears from gagging. He slowly pulls out of my mouth. I look down at the floor, embarrassed by the tears that are falling. I don’t even realize I am crying. The shame washes over me. I made a mistake. I should have run.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I can’t bring myself to look at him.

He guides my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes, “You’re such a good girl, princess.” He praises. I nod shakily. I don’t know what is happening. I know that I should go home.

He walks into an adjoining room, which I can only assume is the bathroom. I hear the water turn on. He walks over to me and reaches for my hand. Without looking up at him, I place my hand in his to stand. He swiftly sweeps me off my feet and carries me into the bathroom. He places me on the floor facing a full-length mirror. I keep my eyes on the floor, feeling ashamed. I can see to the left that he has started his Jacuzzi tub, and he has poured in essential oils. He has been spying on me for a long time, so I’m not surprised he has the exact oils I use at home. I cover myself with my arms, feeling exposed and raw.

He stands behind me and caresses the sides of my body in the mirror, his head resting on the side of mine.

“Look in the mirror, Evelyn.”

I look into the mirror, and my makeup is smeared; I look like trash.

“You’re mine. You look beautiful when you’re mine.”

I nod, still letting the tears stream down my face.

“Do you want to feel good?”

I don’t move.

“You’ve earned it.”

He hooks his thumbs into the sides of my skirt, slowly peeling it to myankles. The voice inside my head is telling me I shouldn’t let him, but I want him to. I want to feel good. I told myself I would try, because if I don’t, I’ll always wonder—what if?

He reaches between my legs, and my body jumps at his touch. He uses his finger softly to spread my wetness over my folds. My body relaxes into his. His touch calms the voices swimming in my head.

“I think you enjoyed choking on my cock.”

He kisses my neck, and a shiver travels through me. He touches me so gently that I almost forget how forceful he was a few minutes ago. How rough he buried himself down my throat. How aroused I was from the way he praised me. He is going to be the death of me.

He runs his hand between my thighs once more before plunging a finger into me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I gasp in shock, and I grip onto his arm, trying to stop him. He restrains my arms with his free hand and continues.