I’d heard stories of women being taken and sold into sex slavery, but never a man. Women are easy to capture, easy prey. Dominic seemed to think the other way around.
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I dressed in shorts, sneakers, and a blue tank top the next day. As I made my way downstairs, my mother shook her head at me.
“What?” I harrumph, grabbing my bag from the kitchen table. I looked around for a bottle. My mother was a drinker. Though, when my father was home, she was easier on me, more likable. I know she loves me, it was just that her drinking side didn’t love me as much.
“Can you not cover them up?” She waved her hand in the direction of my body, at my tattoos. I gave her the stink eye. You know the one where you don’t want to insult your loved one, but what they’d just said was absolutely ridiculous.
“I think they’re beautiful,” my father said when he entered the room, then wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in for a hug. I was such a daddy’s girl and I loved it.
“She isn’t a man, Ryan. She’s a lady.” I knew she meant well and I did almost give her a heart attack when I was twenty and came home from vacation covered in ink.
“No, she’s a strong, independent woman with beautiful words and roses covering her. Just stop it now, Julie. Leave her be.” My father gave me one last squeeze before he walked away, leaving me standing there, facing my mother.
“You know I mean no disrespect, honey. I love you. I just don’t understand this.” She waved her hands at my arms that were covered in Celtic writing. I did try to cover up some around her and I certainly had more than her eyes could see.
I walked over and kissed her cheek. Dominic was expecting me in thirty minutes and I was already running late. He was brief on the phone, not many details were exchanged. He told me where and when to meet him, and he said not to be late before he hung up. I wanted to call him back and give him hell for hanging up, but that probably wouldn’t land me the job.
I arrived at a luxury house five minutes late and saw two men standing on the front terrace. I guessed they were bodyguards. They looked me over from top to bottom, assessing me before the taller one walked over and silently patted me down. The shorter one nodded for me to enter the house. Were they not allowed to talk?
I walked straight past the men and into a dimly lit entrance where Dominic was already waiting for me. He appraised me the same way he did at the restaurant, then his lip quirked up into a smile. I placed my hand on my hip and raised my eyebrows at him, his quirk stopped and he started to walk off without me.
“Follow,” he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. I straightened my stance and followed him up the staircase to the second floor. There were no paintings or photos on the wall, just plain white walls and several doors. Downstairs was much the same, but it felt smaller and emptier up here.
“Ms. Nixon, are you sure you want this job?” Dominic asked with scrunched eyebrows and squinted eyes, his hand resting on a doorknob. I was still not one hundred percent certain what this job entailed, but I was not one to back down. I didn’t question him either, about how he knew my name. I just nodded my head and waited to see what he had for me.
His lips did that quirk thing again as if he wanted to smile, but was trying to restrain it. He opened the door and walked out of my sight and I followed closely behind him into the dark room. The first thing I noticed was a glass wall, one similar to what they had at police stations. I walked close to it, not paying attention to anything else. I felt like I had to see what was on the other side of that glass.
What I did see was hard to comprehend and caused me to step back. Dominic was right behind me and grabbed hold of my waist, his fingers burned into my skin and his grip tightened. But it was hard to focus on anything else right now, as my eyes were glued to the two people in front of me, who obviously couldn’t see me.
Chapter 2
“Can you handle it?” Dominic whispered into my ear. It sent shivers through my body. I shook it off and slowly turned my head around to face him. He had hold of my body, keeping me locked in place, eye-to-eye, and nose-to-nose apart. He listened and watched my reactions, waiting for me to break and to tell him I couldn’t handle the job. But my head was already so fucked up that it didn’t bother me. In fact, the way the girl was straddling the guy in the next room was turning me on. She had all the power. I could see the guy’s eyes, they were full of lust and hate, what a potent mixture. I could understand, though. The woman who straddled him and stroked his cock was beautiful with long red hair, so long it nearly hit her ass. Her breasts were so full they were almost out of her shirt. I stepped closer to the glass to gain a better view and Dominic stepped up with me. I wanted to tell him to let me go, but for some reason I didn’t believe he’d listen to anything I said.
“Is it making you wet?” His words sent shivers down my neck and I instantly felt it in my pussy. It made me wet, so wet that I could feel the fabric of my Victoria’s Secret panties were soaked. I stepped from side to side to try and ease the ache as I heard the man on the other side of the screen cry out from both pleasure and pain. She was digging something into his thigh, I could see the blood oozing, but at the same time she was giving him pleasure, with her other hand wrapped tightly around his pulsating cock.
He screamed when he came, and I watched as she stood and dropped her dress. A part of me wanted to look away, but I felt like I had to watch, and clenched my thighs at the same time.
She walked to the glass and that was when I felt Dominic’s hand slip into my underwear. I was startled at first but didn’t stop him. I was pretty sure I would fuck anything at that moment. I’d never been that turned on in my life.
“Watch her,” Dominic said, as my head dropped backward and a moan escaped my lips. He was flicking my clit and teasing my entrance. My eyes snapped open at his command and I went back to watching the girl. She only had her high heels on, and she was standing directly in front of him. She dropped to her knees and leaned in, whispering in his ear. He tried to shake her off, but as soon as she grabbed hold of his cuffed hands and placed them on her large breast, his erection sprang back to life.
A finger was inserted into me then and I cried out at the same time. I kept my eyes wide open, as I wanted to watch what was to come. The man behind the glass closed his eyes, covered in blood and sporting a good sized erection. I could see the internal debate in his eyes as he reopened them. He didn’t want pleasure from her though his body was betraying him. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. He shook his head and let his hand drop from her breast. She was resilient and climbed back onto him, and placed something between her teeth before she ripped the package open and slid the condom down his length.
I watched as the redheaded lady slid over his cock and lowered herself so you could no longer see his erection. I looked back up to her eyes and watched as her head dropped backward in pleasure.
Dominic slapped my ass hard when she started riding him, then one hand grabbed my hip while he finger fucked me so hard I could feel every inch of him. It was just what my pussy needed, it was craving it and I could feel each time he thrust that I was milking his fingers. My pussy was a hungry bitch that night. Just like the redhead’s in front me. She was now pushing her breast in his face and wanting him to suck. You could see he was losing the battle with the desire that was taking over. She could tell it too, she was taking over. Her needs were going to be sated, whether he wanted to or not.
“Fuck!” Dominic screamed in my ear as I came. We watched as the redhead threw her head back again and a scream was ripped from her mouth.
“You start next week! Quit that shitty job you have and go get some decent clothes, but keep the underwear,” he said and walked out without a backward glance. I’d just let him finger fuck me. I felt like a hooker that had just had the best job interview ever. Fuck! No one would say no to Dominic fucking you any way he pleased and I didn’t feel dirty. I felt privileged. And I wanted to do it again, this time with my eyes watching him, watching as he fell apart to the ecstasy I could bring him to.
I didn’t move from the spot as I watched as the redhead stand and slide her dress on. The man’s head dropped in shame. He didn’t want it, but couldn’t resist. She looked at the glass partition I was standing at and winked. I looked around to see if she was winking at someone else. She couldn’t see me, could she? She slid her high heels on and walked to the door that separated our rooms, she looked back one more time and said something to the guy, but he didn’t look up or acknowledge her. His head didn’t move from the defeated place it was in.
“You must be Aria,” the redhead said, as she entered the room. I nodded my head while she looked me up and down. “Did you like the show?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at me. I tilted my head to the side and smirked up at her, she was taller than me in her heels.
“Been watching you for a week now. You look different in person compared to on camera,” she said, her eyes still on me.
Huh? What did she just say?
“Oh, you didn’t think he would just hire a pretty face from the street, did you? No, he’s done full checks on you. Had you surveillanced for the entire week. He’s good at his job.”
I didn’t reply. Instead, I ignored her and wondered how he did it without me noticing. I was a pretty clued in person. I’d had my fair share of drama and stalkerish guys over the years. He must’ve had a shit load of money, actually scratch that, he fucking did. This house proved it.
“So tell me…Why are you so fucked up that you’d want to work here?” she asked while lighting a cigarette. I had to think about that question for a minute, because honestly, I wasn’t fucked up. I just had a twisted perception on life. I had secrets, we all do I knew this was illegal and wrong, but there was this part of me that believed it wasn’t and it was something that I would enjoy doing.
“I’m not,” I tell her, taking the smoke from her hand. She laughed at me, and I asked her the same question.
“Why are you?”
“I’m beyond fucked up. My boyfriend beat and tortured me for three years. My brain doesn’t know right from wrong no more. I’m more than happy to make a man bleed and get paid for it. But I think you’re lying, you have something…we all do.”
I shook my head, gave her the cigarette back, and got up to leave. I didn’t need her to believe me. Fuck! I was trying to make myself believe me.
One of the bodyguards stopped me on my way out. He didn’t touch me, he just stepped in my way and looked at me with hard eyes. “May I?” he asks. I nodded my head, then he grabbed my arm and quickly dropped it. I had no idea why.
“You need to build muscle,” he said, not looking anywhere but my eyes. I raise mine to him. “Tomorrow morning, be ready by six am.”
“Yeah, right,” I said to him. He didn’t laugh or crack a smile, he was deadly serious.
“Be ready,” he reiterated and stepped to the side for me to pass. I didn’t say anything as I left. I would have liked to have told him not to bother, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t listen.
The redhead was at my car when I walked out the front door though I didn’t see her pass me. She smirked like she knew what I was thinking.
“You and I are going to be best friends,” she said, stomping on her cigarette then walking to a fancy black car. I wanted to laugh at her. A woman like her—someone who was so fixated on their appearance—could not be my best friend.
Chapter 3
“Wake up!” Someone had shaken me. I hit her, she needed to leave me alone. Jessa hated waking me up, so I was surprised that she did. My eyes didn’t open and I wanted to go back to sleep.
“Fuck!” I screamed and jumped from the bed. Jessa ran from the room, knowing if she were near me I would hit her. She had poured freezing cold water all over me and my bed. My white top was now see through, my shorts looked like I’d pissed myself. I thought that I might just hit her. I took the stairs two at a time. “Jessa, you better be hiding!” I yelled. I got to the doorway and the bodyguard was there, staring at me. But not at my wet clothes, he just looked directly into my eyes.
“You’re late,” he growled, sounding angry. I looked around to see Jessa in the doorway, smirking. I pointed to her. “I won’t forget that, you brat,” I said and she pointed to him, blaming the bodyguard. But did she really need to pour water on me?
“Get dressed right now,” the bodyguard ordered. Honestly, he didn’t even look down to my see-through top where my nipples were peeking through.
I ran upstairs and changed quickly, I was wide-awake now, thanks to Jessa. When I ran back downstairs, he was standing there looking at his watch and tapping his foot firmly on the ground.
He walked out of the house and Jessa laughed. As I walked past her, I reached the back of her head and smacked it. Hard! The little bitch, I got her back.
We didn’t walk for long. Well, I didn’t follow him for long as he stopped at the park not far from my house.
“Warm up,” he said brashly. I stretched and warmed up. For what? I didn’t know.
“I’m going to push you today, then again tomorrow, then the day after that. I don’t want to hear you bitching about it either,” he told me, instructing me to run. I gave him the finger and ran.
I finished two hours later, exhausted and wanting to sleep. He was like a drill sergeant. I had to run, do pushups, and crunches. You name it, he made me do it. And there was more to come. Fuck, this paycheck had better be worth this shit.
I quit my waitressing job after my grueling workout. I was scheduled to work that day, but I couldn’t move. I lay in bed most of the day, watching shit television. My father arrived home from work at five and brought me a pizza. I didn’t see anyone else for the rest of the evening until there was a knock on my door late that night. Jessa ducked her head in to tell me someone was at the front door for me and then ran the other way. I managed to make it down the stairs to see the redheaded woman standing in my doorway, wearing a very skimpy dress. She smirked when she saw me, showcasing her perfectly white teeth with red lips.