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Eight

Something about standing in front of a haunted looking house on the outskirts of L.A didn’t sit right in my spirit. What made matters worse was that it was twenty minutes away from Arkville. That city was weird. The people in Arkville hardly ever left. I swear that place had a dark cloud hovering above it.

Arkville had controlled media coverage, as well as their own jurisdiction. They controlled what outsiders knew about them, and in order to even move there, you had to sign documents and go through a screening to be accepted into their little weird ass community. When I was held captive at Impurity’s house, a lot of the women told me how he was getting bored with buying escorts. So he took women from his own city and held them against their will. No one spoke out because I assumed that most of them were killed.

I told Chedda this would be my last client that I took on through him. If I wanted to sell my body afterwards, it would be because I wanted to and not because he was sending men my way. He shrugged me off and gave me the address, letting me know that this particular client didn’t like to talk as much and he expected nothing but sex.

I felt like this was Chedda’s way of punishing me, since he knew that I didn’t like taking on clients that expected lots of sex. He promised me that the pay would possibly change my life. So, I took his word for it. There were a lot of things that Chedda lied to me about, but money just wasn’t one of them. I shifted in the crisp cold air, looking up at the dark sky with no clouds in sight.

My stomach fluttered out of nervousness as I took in the house one last time before walking up the driveway. The house stood alone; the exterior was weathered with paint chippings like it hadn’t been painted in decades. I stepped up on the porch and it was caked up in layered in dust; the screen door hung loosely off the hinges. The sound of it creaking against the wind made me jump.

I turned to take in the view from the porch and this area had no signs of life. No blooming flowers, the grass was dry and brittle. The yard was dead, the stretch was endless although the home itself looked small. Taking in a deep breath, I sat my duffle bag on stop of my small suitcase and pondered hard on leaving.

Yeah, fuck this! I’m leaving! I thought to myself, pulling out my phone to call an Uber. All money wasn’t good money. The wind even blew different out here like it was trying to give me a warning. I took a step down the worn steps and froze when I heard an engine rumbling. My heartbeat sped up because the truck didn’t slow down as the person behind the wheel steered the black Cadillac truck on to the dry grass. Debris started to fly toward me as the tires skidded across the grass, finally coming to a stop.

He stepped out the car looking like a giant, tall with an all-black hoodie covering half of his face. The leaves crunched underneath his heavy boots as he took slow but deliberate steps my way. He pulled back his hoodie a little to gaze at me. The closer he got, the familiar his dark eyes became; they were unreadable and locked into mine. A chill crawled up my spine as if he could see into my soul.

“The fuck you want?” His voice was a low growl, deep and heavy with unspoken threats.

My pulse raced as I stood beneath his towering bulky frame. My breathing was slow and shallow, his presence casted a heavy shadow that made me feel small. His top and bottom teeth were covered with gold grills.

“I’m uh—umm…” I couldn’t find the proper words to introduce myself.

I wondered if he would get mad if I told him that I was getting ready to leave.

“Natavi.” He spoke my name with a little bit of amusement.

“You know me?” I took a step back, which caused him to take a step forward.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the marks and the way that they twisted, contorting some of his facial features. He pulled the hood back, exposing more of his face and that’s when I recognized him as my savior. How could I ever forget his black as night skin and eyes? He had this otherworldly appearance, with jagged scars and burnt marks covering his face.

“We’ve met before. I don’t know you,” he gritted out as he stepped around me.

I watched him unlock his front door as I stood behind him. I should have probably still called an Uber, but for some reason, I felt safe. He saved me before, what damage or hurt would he cause me taking him on as a high paying client?

“Step inside, strip down to nothing,” he stated over his shoulder, never looking back at me.

Okay, so he’s ready to get down to business. I felt nervous but been through this rodeo plenty of times. I wouldn’t make him feel like he was ugly. I assumed that a person that looked as scary as him was probably used to rejection. He had the money to get his rocks off, but I had boundaries. I would make them very clear before I took off any piece of clothing.

My confidence returned once I recognized who he was, he couldn’t have been as heartless as he appeared to be. He saved me from the devil himself before. The lights cut on as cool air hit my face stepping into what appeared to be a gothic-themed house. I looked at the walls that were lined with peeling black wall paper.

“It’s cold as hell in here.” I gasped, rubbing up and down my chilled arms. I silently cursed myself for not being responsible enough to wear a jacket.

He kept his back facing me, his keys shook a little as he swiftly turned around to eye me up and down slowly.

“Strip,” he demanded, not batting an eye.

“Wait, hold on just a second. You horny, I get it. I’m not doing shit, or giving you anything until I get my money and see your paperwork to know that you have been cleared by the doctor. I also need to state my boundaries and rules.” I looked directly into his eyes.

He stomped toward me, I held my breath. Moving past me, he slammed the door and locked it. I turned to observe him placing a thick piece of wood in front of the door.

“You had a chance, Natavi,” he said in a low voice.

He turned around and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“What chance was that?” I asked, still looking around his empty house.

Just like the outside, there were no signs of life. No pictures nor ornaments hanging on the black peeled walls. I took a step forward as the cold air seemed to grow cooler with each movement. A sense of unease crawled up my spine as my heart quickened at what he was hinting about me having a chance. A chance to fucking run, while I was still outside this cold ass house before he invited me in and locked it.

“You thought that you were making a choice to make some money, so you came here. Thinking that it’ll all be fuckin’ easy. Just like a little money-hungry bitch thinks chasing money is everything. When it’s all over, you’ll wish that you turned around to leave, instead of thinking that I am your savior. This is my world!” He held his ashy hands up then pounded on his hard chest like an angry gorilla.

“You’re nothing but a guest, a piece of pussy…that better be good,” he warned.

The air around us thickened, each word he spoke hung between us like smoke. I could feel my pulse in my throat. Suddenly, his presence became suffocating as the scars on his face twisted in mockery. This was a cruel ass joke, the fear that I had on the porch returned, stomping my confidence into the wooden floor.

“Disobey, you break. Strip!” His voice boomed, bouncing off the walls surrounding us.

I fought to steady myself, not wanting to appear weak. My fingers betrayed me first, they trembled as I reached for the hem of my shirt. Pulling it above my head, I dropped it, feeling my nipples grow stiff to the cold air enticing them further. Maybe if I wore a bra, I wouldn’t have felt so bare standing in front of him. It was almost impossible to avoid his gaze, I couldn’t escape it. Every time I looked up, his eyes were locked in on mine.

My fingers fumbled with unbuttoning my pants. Once they were opened, I slid them down along with my panties. I stepped out of them clumsily, forgetting that my Gucci sneakers were still on. Using my right foot, I quickly guided my left foot out of the sneaker then did the same for my right foot. My feet kissed the cold wooden floor as I quickly kicked my clothes to the left of me.

I tried my hardest to ignore the embarrassment that creeped up my throat, my chest tightened as he took a step close. His eyes fixed on me, unwavering as his expression remained the same, unreadable. I was used to men gawking and showing their appreciation once their eyes landed on my naked body. I didn’t have a lot of breasts; they were a B-cup but a handful. My ass wasn’t extra big but I had a nice bump back there.

I stood frozen as he approached me, my skin tingled with humiliation. Each breath that I took was my own effort to stay composed. Truth be told, I kept my eyes on the thick piece of wood crossing over the entire door. It felt like I was forced to accept the power that this man now had over me. So stupid and na?ve of me to think that I was safe with him since he saved me before.

He reached out, I jumped out of my skin. A low growl left his throat as I tried to focus on something else, like the perfect low ceaser cut he had with lots of waves attached to the top of his head. His height made me feel smaller as he looked down at my tensed body.

Without a word, he stepped even closer. His long arms reached for my arm, I flinched again. His grip was firm as he moved up and down my arms methodically. Finally, it clicked in my head what he was doing, searching me. He started at my shoulders, hands gliding down the length of my arms a second time. His hands were all over me, cold and rough as I stood in front of him motionless.

“Sit,” he ordered, his eyes never leaving mine.

I turned around and my eyes landed on a black leather worn couch.

“Is it clean?” I asked hesitantly.

He didn’t answer, just nodded his head toward it and like a good little servant, I walked my dumb ass to the couch and sat down, spreading my legs.

“Ass to the edge.” He instructed for me to slide down to the edge and I obeyed, feeling nervous.

This was the part where he would see how wet I was. I wanted to blame the coldness teasing at my hard nipples, but maybe it was him that had me aroused from the fear of what all he was getting ready to do. Sucking in a breath, I spread my long legs and became even more turned on when he lowered down to his knees in front of me.

“I have to search you, your pussy, and asshole. You’re wet, but I don’t think your wet enough. You ready?” His voice wasn’t as scary asking this question. It sounded more polite.

I nodded my head as heat swirled in the pit of my stomach. He moved between my legs and latched on to my nipple. Darting his tongue around it, he suctioned it tightly then bit the tip with his teeth. Monster eased the sting by sucking it in and out of his mouth then he released it with a pop.

“You got kids?” he asked, moving to my left nipple.

“No,” I answered, watching him sit up with a blank expression.

My milk dripped from the corner of his mouth and that’s when the reason for his question dawned on me.

“Oh, you a baby killer,” he murmured, latching back on to my nipple.

I closed my eyes, ignoring his insult. I enjoyed the way he gently flicked his tongue over each nipple. My clit started to throb at the feeling of releasing milk into his mouth. It felt so fucking good that my pussy ached, and I couldn’t control the moans leaving my mouth. His teeth nibbled around the swollen tips of my nipples then he enclosed his mouth around the right one while pinching the left. I was so lost in a zone that I moaned even louder when he bit down my stomach. The pain mixed with pleasure that I felt made my clit harden.

He nudged my legs so far apart until it hurt, I was practically doing the splits. I held my breath and looked down at him as he started his so-called pussy search. He surprised the fuck out of me by taking a long lick from my slit all the way up to my throbbing clit. He lifted his head for a moment to meet my eyes as he lapped around my clit like a dog drinking water.

“Your juices taste as sweet as your milk.” He smirked devilishly.

“My name is Monster.” He mumbled while he lowered himself.

He dipped his head back between my thighs as I clutched the sofa. The stubble hair from his patch of beard hair tickled my inner thighs, while he flicked his tongue across my clit over and over, making my clit sensitive. Monster moved away; my clit stiffened and thumped as nothing but air could be felt circulating around it.

He slipped a finger in, my pussy clamped around his finger.

“Very needy,” he whispered.

With his finger inside, he sucked my clit between his lips. I whimpered and squirmed, feeling pressure rise quickly inside of me. Sucking in my stomach, my orgasm was about to crash throughout me like a rushing tide.

“Relax, your body, mind, and pussy. Get super wet for me, Natavi,” he coached.

I let all worries leave my body as my death grip on his finger relaxed along with my mind. Letting out a deep breath, Monster circled my clit with his tongue repeatedly. He slipped an extra finger inside and curled them against my G-spot. Sucking my clit between his lips, he continued to stroke my bundle of nerves inside.

The build up inside of me took me on a high that I never experienced in my thirty years of living. My body tightened as my pussy clutched tightly around his fingers. He flicked his tongue rapidly over my clit, and I released hard with my back arching off of the couch. I screamed until I was hoarse as my legs trembled uncontrollably.

Monster ignored my squirting pussy and trailed his tongue down to my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart then dived in tongue first. Taking his thumb, he pressed it flat on my clit as I continued to gush out all over the top of his head, he tongue-fucked my ass as ecstasy surged through my body. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Everything all over me was numb, my mind was empty as my eyes rolled back as I slightly cringed at how filthy he was. He didn’t give a damn, it was all clear in the way that he was devouring me with his mouth.