12. Liam

12

LIAM

V al groaned as he slid his fingers into my hair. “Fuck that feels good.”

I couldn’t breathe. He was choking me, but my cock was so hard it hurt. He was right. I wanted this. I wanted to be on my knees for him. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to swallow every drop of his load. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Val pulled out, and I licked at the precum dripping from his slit. I was desperate for more of him. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

“You’re such a good little slut. Is that what your clients think? Do they think they could get this from you?”

I tried to protest but he drove into my mouth, cutting off any chance I had to speak.

“They can’t. You’re my slut. This is my mouth to fuck. Do you understand?”

I nodded and hummed around him. In that moment I wasn’t going to deny him anything.

“You’ll breathe when I decide you can.” He demonstrated by pulling out enough to let me suck down some air, then he thrust all the way in, holding me against him.

His cock blocked my throat. I tried to stay still. I wanted to please him, not just because I owed him, but because something deep inside me wanted that, wanted him, wanted to be his.

I only lasted a few more seconds before I started fighting his hold, pushing against his thighs, trying to pull off him. He held me tight. I was no match for his strength.

The world was starting to go dark before he let me go. I fought to breathe; my lungs were so greedy for air. I hung my head and tried to stop the room from spinning.

“Did you think I was going to kill you, to cut off your air for good?”

“I…I don’t–”

His smile made me shiver. “I like when you’re scared.”

“That’s not right.” He shouldn’t like that, and I shouldn’t like when he scared me, but I did. The rush of fear made me so fucking hard for him.

“I know. And you love it.”

I wanted to deny the truth, but when he motioned for me to come back, to take him in my mouth again, I did.

This time he slid in slowly. “Fuck yes. That’s right. Let me in. Open your throat.”

I did as he said. He was so thick. I’d never had a cock that big. I wasn’t small myself, but he was fucking massive.

Somehow, I took all of him without gagging this time.

“Such a good boy.” He stroked my cheek, and I reached for my cock as I swallowed around him. His praise made me even needier than I’d already been. I could please him. Maybe I couldn’t do anything else, couldn’t save myself or my sister, but I could please this man. Right then, that was all I wanted to do.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “This is making you hot, making you want to come. I’m getting you off from stuffing my cock down your throat. You’re exactly what I need.”

I nodded, and he laughed, then he began fucking me hard and deep. He had no mercy for my throat. I’d be lucky if I could talk after this, but I didn’t fight, didn’t protest. I took it as I worked my cock fast and hard. I was so fucking close.

This was better than any sex I’d had. What did that say about me? Right then, I didn’t care; I just needed more.

“Look at me,” Val demanded.

When I did, the heat in his eyes was insanely intense. I sucked him harder, and he growled. “You’re going to swallow every drop of my cum. Do you understand?”

I nodded, and he smiled.

He slipped one hand around my throat and ran his thumb over my neck. “I want to feel my cock in your throat. Open wide.”

He gave me a few more harsh thrusts, then he was coming, spilling into me as I struggled to swallow fast enough to take it all. His hand still gripped my throat while the other was anchored in my hair, pulling me closer. As he finished, he pushed in all the way, I hadn’t had a chance to take in air first. I was dying, desperate. I needed to breathe, but the feeling of his cock and his hand gripping my throat was so fucking hot. I was completely his. He could do anything to me, but I knew he was going to let go in time. He needed me as much as I needed him.

When he released me and I was able to breathe again, I jerked my cock hard and fast, crying out as cum shot over my hand.

“Jesus, you really are a fucking slut for me.”

“I….” I couldn’t form words. My orgasm rocked my world as cum continued to spurt from my cock.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Val said as he watched me. “Next time, I expect you to ask for permission though.”

“N-next time?”

“You want private clients? You want to do things that earn more money than dancing ever could? Then I’ll be your client. Your only client.”

He couldn’t be serious. “But you said?—”

“I don’t give a fuck what I said. I’ll have you in this room any time I want.”

Would his father come after me if he found out? “Everyone will know.”

“I don’t give a fuck what anyone knows.”

“But I thought–”

He wrapped his hand back around my throat and squeezed, cutting off my air again. I was going to have bruises there if he kept it up. “Me fucking a dancer here is nothing. I’ve done that plenty of times.”

Those words shouldn’t hurt. I knew he hadn’t been with any of them since he brought me here, but surely I wasn’t stupid enough to think he wanted to be exclusive with me.

“All you need to worry about is paying your debt. I’ll compensate you just like any other client.”

He let me go, and I rubbed my neck as I focused on breathing.

“Do we have a deal?”

“Do I have a choice?” I croaked out the words.

He studied me for a moment as I looked up at him from my knees. Then he brushed his fingers over my wet, swollen lips. “You can dance without offering any other services, or you can have me as a client. Those are your options.”

So, I could spend years here paying off my debt, being watched by Val, unable to do anything to improve my chances of getting out from under his thumb. I wouldn’t be touched by anyone. Wouldn’t have to argue about how far I wanted to go with a client, but I also wouldn’t be touched by Val again.

Could he keep his hands off me? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I didn’t want him to. If I were honest, I wanted him here every day, bringing me to this room and doing whatever he wanted.

“I charge top rates.”

He grinned. “Of course you do.”

“He pulled out a stack of hundreds and counted out a thousand dollars. Will this do for today?”

My eyes widened. “A thousand for a blow job?” Fuck, why did I say that. Did I want to work forever to pay him back?

“I’ve had plenty of blow jobs in my life. That was a whole other level. That was what happens when a beautiful man surrenders completely to me, and I’m happy to pay exorbitant rates for that kind of service. Don’t expect me to ever go easy on you. I will work you over good and hard. I’ll leave you sore and bruised and still needing, and I will pay you well for every second.”

“Fuck.” The word slipped out as a whisper, and he smiled.

“Is your ass ready for all this?” He pressed a hand over his cock, which was still half hard.

“I can take anything from you.”

His hand was in my hair again. I gasped as he jerked my head back. “Are you sure about that? Do you understand how demanding I can be?”

He’d choked me half to death and used me like I was indestructible. “I think I do.”

“This is your last chance to change your mind. You can put on your clothes and walk away, or you can meet me here the next time I ask.”

I swallowed hard and winced.

“Aww, is your throat sore?”

There was no remorse in his eyes. He liked that he’d wrecked me. The problem was, I liked it too, and I needed the money. I needed to do this. It gave me the best of both worlds. I got to have the dangerous man I longed for, and I got to earn money to pay off my debt faster than I’d ever imagined. “I’ll be here.”