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“You can’t be serious. No.” I press my lips into a flat line. It’s either that or I’ll tell him to go to hell. Or I’ll cry again. I don’t want it. To be on my knees for him. For him to take my mouth, whether I consent to it or not.

“What’s this? You’re making me wait again?

” The air in the room shifts. It grows hotter.

Headier. James sits up straighter. The outline of his erection is evident.

“You saw what happens when you do that. How bad I can get. I’m your owner.

Nothing is off-limits for me. Not your mouth.

Not your pussy. Not your ass. Is that what you’re asking for? For me to take them all tonight?”

Words won’t come out. My heart is in my throat, my lungs twisting painfully.

All I can do is shake my head, silently begging him to forgive me.

“Thought so.” He spreads his legs, just a little, patting his knees. “For the last time tonight, Ophelia. Crawl. To. Me.”

He’s offering cruelty. He’s offering mercy.

I breathe easier at that. Shamefully, I do. I’m drawn to it, to him.

Crawling feels like floating. Like I’m doing the right thing. My knees scrape against the floor. His glare is as cold as it’s always been, and yet…

Arousal soaks my inner thighs. I’m panting with desire by the time I get to him. My skin lights up when I stop in the space between his legs. When I wait for his approval.

He cups my jaw. It’s such a comfort to be held after everything I’ve been through. I almost break down and cry. “Good girl.”

I whimper at the praise. At his touch. I hate myself for it.

I’ll do better once I’ve had some food in my stomach. Once I’ve had a good night’s sleep.

Normally, this isn’t me. But it can be me tonight. Just until tomorrow.

“Take me out.”

The dread I’ve been able to push back returns in full force. He told me this would happen. That I’d have to do it. Now that I’m here, I can’t. He’s huge. I know he won’t be gentle.

I’ve never done this before.

If I like this…

If I get off on this…

There will be nothing left of me.

Nothing.

He’s so close, he has to see that. Has to understand that what he’s asking for has the potential to crush me.

I—Fuck. “Please. I can touch myself.” I sit on my knees, wrestling my dress up my thighs, exposing myself to him. “You can watch. Just don’t—” It’s embarrassing, begging him like this. “Don’t do this.”

“You belong to me.” The grip on my jaw is back, tighter than before. He yanks my face up. Tilts his head to the side. “If I tell you to take me out so I can fuck your mouth, what do you do?”

I shudder. He sticks to his blood-curdling silence, giving me a murderous look that sets my skin on fire.

This is so wrong. This shouldn’t be happening. Least of all with him—my ex-boyfriend’s father.

“Ophelia.”

It is happening.

It is, and I’m scared of the person I’ll become when this nightmare is over.

A person who likes this.

“What I do is take you out and let you fuck my mouth.” Shame floods me as I release my dress and press my hands to his knees. As I gravitate toward him. As he tenses beneath me. “I’ll do it. I’ll be good.”

“That’s my girl.”

My eyes widen in shock. Despite his cold glare, this praise is even more intimate than the one before.

“What did I say about asking again?” He leans back, placing both hands on the bed. His T-shirt stretches across his sculpted body. His lean muscles.

“That if you have to do it, you’ll fuck all my holes.” I fumble for the button of his jeans. He hums in approval.

“Tell me.” His attention is hot and distracting. His dick stretches the material, and it’s a struggle to get the button through the loop. “Have you ever sucked cock before?”

I stop, my jaw dropping. Snapping it shut, I swallow a cry of shame. I don’t want to be here, doing this. I don’t want to look clueless, either. Not in front of him.

“I—” I swallow around the lump in my throat. “He told you?”

All I get is another hum of approval. The view of his cock somehow thickening in his jeans.

It’ll never fit in my mouth. Or in my pussy. Oh God, I won’t?—

“That’s it. Roll the zipper down. Ah. Yes.” James guides me through the motions. His confidence is comforting. It’s a fake kind of comfort, I’m aware. I’m taking it, anyway. “Go on. Faster. Show me what my millions paid for.”

James is horrible. A truly awful man. But he didn’t let anyone else outbid him. If he likes me like I think he does, I might find a way into his heart. He’ll bend for me.

It’ll be my ticket out of here.

Although…I have to admit that this isn’t the worst scenario possible.

He praises me. He feels good. His body is tempting in a scary way. A dark way.

I can’t fall for it. Fall for him.

But I know it could’ve been so much worse. I could’ve been in actual pain with another person. Another buyer.

His cock is out of the boxers and in my palm. He’s smooth and hot and hard, throbbing in my hand. My eyes snap up to him, my lips gaping at his reaction to the simple touch.

Icy eyes find mine.

For the longest time, we just exist. Fear and awe beat inside my chest. His jaw tics, and I squeeze him. I can’t help it.

“Ophelia.” His thighs flex, pressing me from either side. Caging me in. “Put your virgin mouth on my cock. Fucking suck me.”

So perverse. Depraved. Sick. And I want it.

Thoughts of humiliation, of the future, of what I’ll be once I get out of here, they’re no more. I need him in my mouth as much as his wet tip needs my tongue on it.

I could be bad at this. I could be the worst.

I could disappoint him.

Then again, putting him in my mouth will be better than the emptiness I felt over the hours I spent here alone. Better than being punished by having my ass fucked.

“James, we don’t have to do this,” I whisper, hoping to unlock door number three. “You could release me. I could come back for a…date?”

“Properties don’t talk.” His thumb is on the bottom row of my teeth, forcing my lip down.

That’s the final warning before his free hand squeezes the base of his cock. Before he pulls me to the tip by my mouth and thrusts his hips up.

My heart stops. My lungs cease to function. My lips are stretched around the throbbing head. Spit trickles out of the corners of my mouth.

I’m stunned. Shocked. Frozen. Gasping for air.

He forces me, and I like it. A jolt of pleasure zaps through me.

“Do it,” he growls, his salty precum trickling on my tongue. “I said…” He releases his cock and my mouth. Now that both his hands are free, he threads one into my hair. Making a fist of it. “Suck, Ophelia.”

James shoves my head down his length. The tip of it hits the back of my throat, the girth of him stretching my lips.

So good. It’s so bad that it feels good, it just does. I moan. I take him deeper, and I don’t care that I gag. That I rock my hips, fucking the air.

This isn’t what I dreamed it would be. This isn’t the man I thought would take my mouth. Yet it’s so sexy. So perverse to do it in a cell. I shouldn’t be trading blowjobs for food. For my life.

I’m still here doing it. Rolling my eyes with the immense pleasure that’s assaulting my senses.

Tomorrow, I’ll hate it. I’ll wake up after crying myself to sleep. After cursing myself for these feelings that I shouldn’t be having for my captor.

Later.

I can’t help but crave him now.

I.

Can’t.

“Yes. Yes. Like that. Such a greedy whore. Sucking me so fucking good.” His hand guides my head up and down on his dick.

He isn’t being gentle. Isn’t teaching me how to do it.

My coughing and spit don’t slow him. He uses me for his pleasure.

“Put your hand on your cunt. Make yourself come. Let me feel you scream on my cock.”

I whimper. I’m scared of what it means if I come for him.

I do it, still. I obey him because a sick part of me craves it. My pussy is swollen and wet. I’m hypersensitive by the time my fingers slide between my lips.

When James pulls me back up to shove me back harder down on his cock, I almost come on the spot.

“Such a hot little mouth.” He forces me lower on his dick. Proves to me just how much he owns me. Every inch of him is proof. “Sweet, hot tongue. Look at me, Ophelia. Look at me when you take me down your throat.”

A new wave of tears prickles the corners of my eyes.

This isn’t humiliation. This is lust. I do what he says, though I gag and choke because it gets me that much closer to my own climax. I’m almost there. Almost.

“God. Fuck. Every cent. Every fucking cent I spent…” He bought me. He owns me. I’m his property. I can’t ever forget that. I can’t—Fuck, I like it. I get off on this. “Was worth it.”

His teeth sink into his bottom lip. His cock thickens inside me.

I please him. Out of everything—my fingers on my clit, the taste and feel of him in my mouth—this is the part that sends me over the edge.

Just like he ordered me to do, I cry out. I scream on his cock.

This orgasm is going to split me in half.

“Fuck. Yes. Good—Jesus, good fucking girl.” I ride my hand. He fucks my face more viciously. Faster. “So fucking hot. You’re beautiful. Such a good slut—oh, fuck —making me come like this.”

The last word is barely out of his mouth before he finishes in mine. Our eyes are locked as he shoots load after load down my throat.

“Swallow,” he hisses, his teeth gritted. “Suck me dry.”

I try. There’s so much of him, and I’m fighting hard to breathe. It’s hard.

“Yes.” Nothing about him is soft or comforting as he pulls me off him. As his thumb swipes along my lips. He shoves his cum into my mouth. “Take it.”

He tastes good. His thumb feels right on my tongue. It’s the hand with the tattoo on it. His other one holds my nape possessively.

If I weren’t starving and at the end of my rope, I would’ve spat it out. Bitten him.

But I need this. I have to do this.

At least that’s what I tell myself.

Somewhere between the moment he walked into my cell and now, the lines have blurred.

I refuse to think about it a second longer.