Chapter 3

STACY

I stepped into the dark room on wobbling legs and full of buzzing nerves. William was the first and only man to have ever seen me naked.

Clad in just a pair of lace bra and panties, I felt uncomfortable knowing I was about to be seen by another man.

Tonight was the night.

I had signed a non-disclosure agreement, meaning I was legally bound to never speak of this to anyone, this was to protect the high profile clients.

For my own protection, I would wear a mask. So even if I, by chance, met the client, he wouldn’t recognize me, which was fine by me.

“Crawl to me.” A voice commanded.

I noticed a huge figure getting up from the bed.

Tricia had told me of the bonus, I needed it as well. And being obedient — subservient, even — would get me that.

Without hesitation, I went on my knees and crawled to the figure.

I was able to make out the inviting space between his legs and crawled into that space.

“Do a good job.” He said.

For the split of a second, I was confused. I wasn’t used to sex, neither did I have much knowledge of it. Whatever I knew, was what William offered.

But I quickly adapted, finding his dick and grabbing it. Slowly, I ran my hand across the long length, then leaned in to take all of him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck…” Came the low growl.

My confidence grew by his response and I continued sucking him to the best I knew how, and maybe he was faking it, but the sounds he was making also put my body on edge as well.

Before long, my lace panties was soaked through.

Red light suddenly filled the room, I saw he had turned it on.

Our eyes met. I couldn’t make out the color of his eyes but I could tell he was really gorgeous.

His growls and grunts continued to fill my ear as I kept bobbing my head to his dick, tasting salt and swallowing together with my spittle.

Wrapping my hair around his fist, he rose to his full length and began fucking my mouth.

I gagged and swallowed, my pussy pulsing from the heat. I’d never felt like this before with William.

Then he retracted his dick out of my mouth. “Get up.” He commanded.

I did as he asked, and waited — no, anticipated for his next move. I wouldn’t lie, I couldn’t decide if I was obeying because of the bonus or because I was beginning to enjoy it as well.

The line had blurred.

“Go naked.”

I drew down my soaked panties, stepping out of them, unclasped my matching bra and tossing it to join the panties.

He stepped closer, keeping his gaze on mine. He was seeing only my eyes, while I could see every feature of his face.

I found myself badly wanting to know the color of his eyes.

“You seem naïve,” he croaked, voice heavy with desire.

My stomach dipped. Did this mean I haven’t been doing a good job?

“Spread your legs.”

I did as he commanded. I sucked in a startled breath when his fingers brushed the face of my pussy, his index teasing.

“Oh my goodness…” I murmured, quaking beneath his gentle touch.

To my surprise, he swept me off my feet, literally, dumping me on the bed. He lowered his head to between my legs. His tongue swiped over my pussy, my legs trembled, “oh…damn…Mmm,”

My eyes closed, the heat overwhelming every part of my body as he, so expertly, ate me out.

In all my sexual experience with William, never he had eaten me out or erupted such pleasure from me.

But this man…this stranger with a beautiful face was doing all of that and more.

I felt pressure build up and pressed below my stomach. Subconsciously, I slipped my fingers into his full hair, grabbing fistful and writhing under his mouth. “Mmm…yeah…fuck…oh God…”

While his mouth kept bringing my body to untold heat and surrender, that pressure finally broke free and I squirted all over his face.

I was a bit shocked, because I’d never orgasmed before. This was my first.

He lifted his face, crawled up to hover over me. His hand reached out for the switch and pressed.

A bright light flooded the room.

That was when I properly saw him. He was even more handsome than I’d thought. With striking emerald orbs that looked like they could cause a chill to run up one’s spine in the same way they could melt a heart.

“Who are you?” He murmured, eyes clouded with lust and a kind of hunger that I’d never seen occupy William’s eyes whenever he decided he wanted to have sex with me, which was a long time ago.

I didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond. I just prayed he wouldn’t touch my mask.

But I saw, in the fraction of a second, that he thought of it, before he looked away as if remembering this wasn’t some romance between lovers but a paid service.

He adjusted himself between my legs and thrust in wildly into me.

My body coiled from the force, my pussy walls contracted, but it was only for a moment. Once my pussy walls adjusted to having his dick inside, my body blazed with heat again.

He began to move. What started as a slow thrust grew to a fast, urgent plunge.

He turned me on my back, fucking me from behind, bounding me to the bed and engaging me in a rough, wild sex while smacking my butt cheeks and riding me hard and fast.

I came for the second time.

And in one last rough plunge, he spilled his seeds — all of it — into my pussy.

Careful not to collapse on me, he let his body fall beside me and pulled me closer to him. “You are something else.” He said a bit breathless in my ear.

Still, I said nothing.

And that was only the beginning of his sexual appetite.

The next morning, I was already in a taxi, heading to the hospital. I had the money.

Finally. I’d woken up to an empty bed. I immediately hurried to get dressed, and went to the manager of the club who had hired us. He sent me the agreed amount with the bonus, saying the client was more than satisfied.

The manager had collected my contact, with promise to call me for another gig.

I didn’t tell him this was going to be my first and last gig. I just thanked him and hightailed out of there.

I dialed Tricia who wasn’t picking. She was probably still sleeping or maybe her client was as insatiable and wild as mine had been.

That was the craziest sex I’d ever had in my life. I was totally spent and between my legs was sore, but I couldn’t complain. I’d gotten what I went for.

Zaya was going to be fine. Tears of gratitude welled but I blinked them back.

I paid the taxi once he stopped in front of the hospital, and entered the compound, heading straight for the doctor’s office.

My phone rang. I looked at it, it was the doctor calling.

I was already climbing the stairs, and I went to his office, he wasn’t there.

Maybe he was in Zaya’s ward. He was still calling. I increased my pace, upon reaching the door, my smile was on, I pushed it open, “doctor, I have the…” My smile disappeared, nerves knotted, as my eyes took in the room.

“W-what’s going on?” Zaya was unhooked from the machine monitoring her heart and helping her breath.

I didn’t want to believe the sight before me.

A nurse was drawing a white cloth over my daughter’s face. I rushed forward, drawing it back, “what is wrong with you?! She…she needs air. H-hook her b-back.”

The doctor came forward, “Mrs. Carter, Zaya is…”

“I have to the money.” I went to him, my frame trembling, grabbing his white coat. “Commence the surgery. P-please.” A hot tear escaped.

He shook his head, compassion filling his gaze. “She gave up fifteen minutes ago. The cancer…”

His next words sounded faraway to my ears as my knees gave away, my body hitting the clean floor. The scream that tore through me echoed through the walls and nearby hallways.