Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Chapter 15
Ayla
Pirro’s presence in the room is expected. I think he serves as a supervisor of sorts, the middleman between Raul and the customers. I have no doubt the man would want to watch even if he didn’t have an official role. He’s sick and fucking twisted that way.
I hate the wash of relief I feel when I notice that it’s the same man as before on the bed across the room. What we’re being forced to do to each other is fucking horrific, but I’d rather not have to victimize a new person.
I can feel Pirro’s eyes on me, knowing he’s attempting to read my thoughts as I watch the man. He’s masked like usual, but there’s no movement in his body other than the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
I turn my head, looking toward Pirro.
“The request is for you to fuck a sleeping man.” He looks in the guy’s direction. “I doubt that man would be able to keep from gripping your ass while you rode him, so we drugged him.”
I dart my eyes back in Nash’s direction, wondering if I’m being set up to fail because—
“We gave him a little something for that, too,” Pirro says with a sinister chuckle.
My eyes land on his cock, that part of him not exactly fully erect, but it’s obvious with a little stimulation, even while he’s drugged unconscious, it’s going to work for what Pirro needs it to.
Begging at this point would be futile but I feel the words threatening to come out.
I feel the warmth of him half a second before I smell the stench of his breath as he inches closer. “Took a fucking horse tranquilizer to knock his ass out.”
I squeeze my eyes closed when he traces the tip of my nipple with one finger. Pulling away from him would activate that demon inside that he seems in control of right now.
“The guy is too fucking cheap to pay for issuing verbal commands, so make sure to pay attention to the teleprompter.”
I nod my agreement, waiting for the command to get to work.
When Pirro shoves at my back a couple minutes later, it nearly knocks me off my feet.
I walk slowly, knowing when to turn on the look the client is paying for, because I’ve filmed so many things in the room before.
My face aches as I attempt to look evil and powerful, turned on by the sight of Nash just lying there, unable to do anything about what’s about to happen to him. His arms aren’t even tied down.
I coo shit about him being helpless and how I’m going to do all these things to his body as I climb on the bed, hating that fucking echoing sound of already getting tipped.
I slide my hands up his calves, disgusted with myself that I don’t exactly hate the brush of his leg hair on the tips of my fingers.
My hands are trembling, and somehow this is worse than it would be if he were strapped to the bed and watching me as I touch him.
His cock doesn’t jerk because his drugged body isn’t reading my touch as sexual the way it’s meant for the client. It isn’t until I brush his inner thigh that it has more life in it.
Trained like the fucking sex slave that I am, I glance up at the teleprompter before actually touching him.
The client is eager to get to the show.
SUCK IT.
I swallow as I dip toward his groin, mouthing the very tip of him. The man begins to swell in my mouth, and honestly, I wish it would take a little more fucking effort. I haven’t forgotten what Pirro promised was going to happen after this scene was complete.
I normally don’t have over twelve hours to think about being hurt, but I know he made the threat yesterday because he knew it would stay in my head all day.
I look up once again as I try and take him as far to the back of my throat as I can. The screen demands that I straddle him and tease my clit with his cockhead. Any other time, I’d be grateful for the speed at which this is moving.
Despite being fully erect now, he doesn’t so much as twitch when I accidentally trap two of his fingers under my knee while trying to reposition myself. If the client wants this to be like the other sleeping scenes I’ve done, he’s going to be extremely disappointed.
I’ve never had to be the instigator in one of those scenes. The others I’ve done had me waking up so horny and needy that I practically attacked the man who woke me up through molestation, just too horny to control myself.
Ask nearly any fucking woman, getting woken up because you’re being fondled while you’re fucking sleeping isn’t a fucking turn on. I’d punch a guy in the eye if it ever happened to me before I was forced to act out the scene here.