Chapter 16

Katja~

I 'd never felt so devalued as I did in this moment. I was actually going to whore myself out to Maksim Barychev, and if that wasn't enough to make me feel like my life was no longer mine, if I wasn't good at it, then I'd be discarded like trash, my grandfather and I back where we started from.

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to scream.

"Are you ready?" he asked, that hoarse voice of his sounding like a dangerous dare.

Knowing that I really didn't have a choice, I nodded. While my grandfather could continue to live at Windmill Gates, this was about his safety, and I'd do anything to make sure that nothing happened to him. I just had to keep remembering what was at stake here. If Klive, Nikel, or whatever his name was didn't kill him, Maksim had no reason not to, if just to torment me for how I had agreed to help Klive when he had first approached me. Plus, it wasn't like I was a virgin or believed that sex should only be with someone that you loved. That dream was for young girls that still believed in fairytales.

Taking in a deep breath, I walked over to where Maksim was standing by the bed, and I watched him hit a switch, though I wasn't sure what it did since no lights turned off or on. Stil, a random switch was the least of my problems right now. I needed to prove to Maksim that I was worth the effort in bed, and I wasn't even sure how to do that. While I'd had my fair share of relationships, they'd been normal ones, so I'd had normal sex. Though satisfying, I'd never had porn-star sex. No cumming on my face, no choking me, no calling me names, or anything like that. I'd also never had anal sex before, and I knew that Maksim was going to be expecting it. After all, was a whore even a whore if she didn't give up the ass?

When I was finally standing in front of him, my mouth went dry with how nervous I was. I was going to have to guess what he liked because I knew that I wasn't going to get any help from him. If this was an audition, then I was going to have to make him want me, not the other way around.

With my eyes locked on his dark gaze, I reached back, unzipped my dress, then slowly peeled the soft material from my body, letting it fall to the floor in a graceful dance. Like a clumsy amateur, I left my heels on because I knew that could be a thing for men, and maybe Maksim was one of those men.

"Lisus Khristos," Maksim muttered as his eyes raked down my body.

I'd worn a black lace bra and panty set, the best lingerie that I'd had in my drawer. Being practical, I usually wore functional underclothes because I had a lot to hold up and keep in. However, when Maksim had made his intentions clear earlier, I'd had a feeling that he wouldn't have appreciated basic cotton underwear.

Knowing that I couldn't put this off any longer, my shaky hands reached for his belt, and the tension in the room felt suffocating. For the first time in my life, I wasn't going to have sex for the pure pleasure of it. For the first time in my life, I was going to be playing the whore for a man that had absolutely no respect for me, and could I blame him? After all, Maksim didn't know me. He had no idea what was at the heart of me, and so all that he saw was someone that had agreed to betray him, never mind that I had changed my mind.

After I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks, I sank to my knees as I grabbed the waistband of both his pants and underwear, pulling them down far enough for his dick to spring free, the appendage so hard and big that it bounced against his abs. Whatever I'd been expecting, it hadn't been that Maksim would be so beautifully built like this. I also knew that I was going to fail spectacularly at this, and that brought unwanted tears of despair to my eyes. Even if I hadn't gone so long without sex, there was no way that his dick wasn't going to do some serious damage, and so there was no way that I was going to be able to go all night like a seasoned working girl. Plus, I had no doubt that Maksim's sexual past was littered with women that had serviced that thing well.

I finally reached for the base of his dick, and when I looked up at him, a single tear quickly escaped, so I jerked my head back down, hoping that he hadn't seen it, though I was positive that he'd had. However, determined to see this through, I leaned forward, opened my mouth, then swallowed him as far back as I could.

"Fuck," he hissed as I felt one of his hands gripped the back of my head.

I almost laughed.

I wasn't sure what he was doing, but we both knew that this was going to be the least exciting blowjob of his life. There was no way that I was going to be able to take all of him, something that I was certain someone had been able to do for him in the past.

Doing my best to forget everything else, I closed my eyes, then used my tongue to massage the sensitive ridges underneath his cock. While I didn't have much room because he was so thick, I did my best with what I had to work with, and when it was clear that I needed more help, I pulled my lips off his length, then spat on it to get some friction going.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned, his fingers fisting in my hair, messing up how I'd painstakingly pinned it up. "Show me how much you love sucking my cock."

With my hand working the base, I went back to wrapping my lips around his heat, and ignoring how my jaw was going to be sore in the morning, I sucked his dick like I wanted to be down here. I used my hand, lips, and tongue to work him over, and I did my best to pretend that this meant something. If I had any chance of impressing him, then I had to act as if the pleasure was mutual. Prostitutes not only got paid for sex, but they also got paid to manipulate a man's ego like a pro. They were paid for a created fantasy that catered to making a man feel like a king, and that's what I needed to do. I needed to make Maksim feel like he was the only one; I knew this.

I wasn't sure how long I sucked him deep before I felt his fingers tighten painfully in my hair, and before I knew it, Maksim was jerking his hips back, setting me free. When I looked up at him, he looked like a man possessed, and I barely had time to register what was happening when I felt the first rope of hot cum hit my neck. I couldn't do anything but stare up at him as he painted my neck and chest with his seed, the warm thickness searing me like nothing that I'd ever experienced before.

When he was finally done, he said, "Stand up."

On shaky legs, I did as he'd ordered, and once I was standing before him, Maksim took his right hand, then started smearing his cum all over me. My chest was heaving, and I could barely breathe as his dark gaze bore into mine, the wet sounds of his seed smothered all over my skin hitting my ears like a bomb exploding.

Once he was finished marking me, he instructed, "Take off the heels."

Though that surprised me, I quickly kicked them off, wondering if I'd already made a grave error with this man. Granted, I'd already surmised that I wasn't going to pass his test, but I never imagined that a pair of shoes would be my undoing.

Without bothering to zip himself up, Maksim walked behind me, and I felt like I was going to have a heart attack when I felt his hands on the strap of my bra. Doing my best not to hyperventilate, I stood still as he unsnapped the lace, then helped push the material over my shoulders, then down my arms. Since my breasts were fairly large, I felt their weight drop without the support, and with the walls being reflective glass, I was able to see the teardrop shapes on full display.

Still refusing to move an inch, my breath hitched as I felt Maksim reach for my panties, then pull them over my hips, then down my legs, and that's when it dawned on me why he had ordered me to get rid of the shoes. Looking at my reflection, I was fully naked now, my breasts bare, and my smooth pussy lips visible underneath the small triangle of hair that I always kept trimmed.

I was fully naked, and he was not.

I closed my eyes when I felt Maksim's warm breath against my ear. "I want you to climb on the bed, spread your legs, then show me how you pleasure yourself."

I could feel the blush of humiliation race across my skin. While I wasn't a stranger to solo-loving, that was something that was extremely private to me. It was something that I could do without any judgement from anyone; it was a time and place where none of my fantasies were wrong. It was when I was at my most vulnerable because I could be the real me, feeling what I really wanted to feel, and Maksim was going to take that away from me.

"You're going to get on that bed, spread your pussy lips open, so that I can see how pretty it all is, then you're going to play with it to show me what you like," he went on, making me question why he was doing this.

"Why would you care what I like?" I asked without thinking.

"I don't care, baby," he replied brutally. "I just want to see your cunt cum."

With that harsh reminder of why I was here, I climbed onto the bed, then did as he'd instructed. I got comfortable in the middle of the bedding, the pillows positioned perfectly to prop me up. Then, with every ounce of courage that I possessed, I planted both my feet on the bed, then let my knees fall open, showing him everything.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked darkly, a quiet warming in his voice.

I closed my eyes, then did something that no one else had ever seen me do before.