Free Web NovelChapter 64: Chapter 64 The Sex Slave 3
"And where exactly would I run to? I’m naked and in a strange circus camp which I would most likely get lost in - I still have some dignity you know."
"So, what are you going to do then?"
"Don’t you have something specific in mind?
His eyes wandered across her body; her legs seeming ever so long now she was standing. His eyes turned dark, filling with desire. He wanted her and he was going to do everything within his power to get what he wanted.
"Would you fuck] me?" she asked, not seeming to care of the answer.
He walked closer to her, standing directly in front of her. Tangling his hands in her hair he said in a hoarse whisper: "It may start out that way, but eventually you’d want me - you’d be asking me to take you." He looked deeply into her eyes. "You’d be begging me, pleading with me to end the torment.".
Then, he leaned towards her and brushed his lips over hers. She moaned as his lips caressed, his hand moving through her hair and to her nape and pulling her closer. His tongue moved, probing, exploring and tasting. Her hands went to him, tangled in his hair and pressed his mouth down onto hers.
She was beginning to quiver, her knees feeling weak. The heat emanating from his body was clouding her senses, as was his taste, his scent. As if reading her thoughts he pulled her body against his.
She went willingly and as her beautiful breasts became crushed against Matthew’s powerful chest, a thrill shot through him. She couldn’t help the little whimper that escaped her as his lips moved to nibble on her ear.
"Does this look like fucking] to you, slave?" the whisper of his words was so erotic as it touched her ear.
She couldn’t believe what was happening to her.
She was here as a servant for this rich and arrogant man who seemed cold, uncaring and conceited. Yet, this was the same man who had kissed her and seduced her mouth with exquisite expertise.
And that’s probably how he will do it to your body as well, she thought. But, why kiss me? Slaves and prostitutes don’t get kissed by their clients, or at least not like that.
All rational thought escaped her as she felt his hands slide down her back and under her bottom. Matthew pulled her against him so that she could feel his arousal pressing against her most private place.
Except for the fact that it’s not private like it should be.
So many men had been there that for a moment, she felt weak with the thought. That was part of her body that should have been touched and explored because she agreed to it and not because some thug wanted to make some money out of her.
Her body stilled and became rigid as the thoughts rushed back to haunt her. Jimmy gaining her trust and being a friend there for her.... The same Jimmy pulling a knife on her one night and fucked] her.
Then, six months down the line, the same Jimmy still acting as if he owned her by shipping her out to rich bastards who didn’t care who she was, just what she could provide.
A lump formed in her throat and tears spilled over her eyes and ran down her cheeks. Matthew tasted the salty liquid as he began to kiss his way across her cheek to her mouth. His eyes shot open as he realised what the dewy liquid was. freewebnoveℓ.com
The sight he saw was a pale face, covered in tears with more spilling over every moment. He heard little sobs escape a swollen mouth and he felt the tiny body is his arms begin to shake as she cried.
A feeling of tenderness washed over him, one that he didn’t expect. For some reason he wanted to find out why she was crying and if he could help. His hand stretched out and brushed her hair back from the beautiful tearstained cheeks
"What’s wrong?" he asked, searching her eyes. She winced as he touched her cheek, brushing away a lingering tear.
Seeing him like this - so tender with a vulnerable air to him, made her cry even more. She closed her eyes as more tears came, escaping even though she struggled to keep them under control.
Matthew pulled her back towards him and cradled her head between his hands. "Sshhh," he soothed as sobs racked her body once again. "It’s OK. You just cry."
Her arms wound themselves around his waist and she hugged him, at the same time burying her face into his chest. How could she tell him what was wrong? He’d never understand. In a way he was part of the problem by ’renting’ her for a night.
But then again it was his actions that had set off her chain of thought in the first place. She didn’t know why but this man’s tenderness and the way he seemed to care for her was pushing at her resolve.
As she’d awaited the man’s arrival, she had built up a protective wall around herself. Telling herself that this man was a brute who didn’t give a toss about her and who only wanted her for his own pleasure.
Now, with a few sweet kisses and tempting words, that wall had crumbled and he had broken through into the real person that she was.
This man seemed to care that she was hurting and now she found herself crying in his arms with him murmuring soothing words in her ear and stroking her hair so softly with one arm, the other around her tiny, trembling body.
Matthew released her gently and removed his cream coloured shirt. Placing it around her shoulders, he hugged her to him once again. He couldn’t bear to see the look of pain on this woman’s face - the way her eyes were swollen and puffy, the way her mouth turned down at the edges in her pain.
The thing most of all that he couldn’t stand were the tiny, despairing sobs that broke from her every so often, no matter how hard she bit her lip.
Being hauled up against his naked chest was a completely different feeling from the pain she had been experiencing only moments ago. Now she felt warm, safe and in the starting phase of arousal again. The chest her cheek was touching was warm and solid.
The scent emanating from it was turning her on more than being bare skin on bare skin.
