As Mr Evans’ face contorted with pleasure, so did her pussy and Mr Harrison drove himself into her with increasing speed. With a moan, he spilled into her, the feel of his cum against her walls triggering her own climax. She groaned around Mr Evans’ cock as her cunt twitched.
Finally pulling out from her, Mr Harrison zipped himself up and patted at her bottom. “She’s a good girl this one. I’ll leave you to it, Patrick.”
And with that, he left them. Neither of them took much notice, too absorbed in their own world, Violet intent on giving her new master as much pleasure as possible. A low groan arose from his chest and he gripped at her head as he prodded the back of her throat. His hips came away from the couch as his shaft went tense before exploding into her mouth. She swallowed the salty cum down, all thoughts of her dislike of it gone. Instead, she ate it up as if it were a delicacy and then licked his cock clean like she had read about in erotica books.
Mr Evans stroked at her hair as she finished, eyeing her with a grin. She met his gaze and offered him a timid smile.
“Thank you,” he said.
“I did it for you.”
“You’re a good girl. A good slave.” He came to sitting and dragged her into his lap, playing absently with her nipples. “It was hot to watch you being fucked by someone else, but you won’t be doing that again. Once is enough. From now on, the only cock going up that cunt is mine.”
Violet nodded eagerly, a warmth settling into her chest at his words.
“He won’t want to fuck me again?”
“I’ll just tell him you wanted out and worked your weeks’ notice.” He stroked a thumb across her nose. “So you’ll be my whore permanently?”
“I said I would, didn’t I?”
“You’ll still get all the perks.”
“I don’t need any perks.” It was funny how a holiday in the Canaries had lost all its appeal, especially if it wasn’t with her master.
Standing suddenly, she sauntered over to the desk, knowing his eyes would be glued on the sway of her arse. She grabbed the contract and swivelled around to face him. He eyed her warily.
“You can consider this contract void, Master,” she said with a grin as she tore it in two and flung it in the bin.
“What the fuck?”
Strolling back over to him, she straddled him and took his face into her hands. “I don’t need a contract, Master. I only need you. I am yours and you are mine, aren’t you?”
“Too bloody right,” he said with vigour as he kissed her greedily. “I knew I wanted you from the moment you came for your interview, you dirty little whore you.” She looked at him in surprise. “Well, you didn’t think I hired you for your skills, did you?”
Arousal flooded her pussy immediately and she sighed with contentment. Whatever the hell it was that was missing, she had found it.
“But some of those terms still stand,” he muttered between kisses. “Holidays…time off…and you are not remaining in that shitty flat of yours.”
“But I don’t nee—”
He smacked her arse, making her gasp and leaving it stinging. “Pleasure and pain remember? You are going to need those things after all I’ve got planned for you. You’ll deserve some pleasure. And if I can’t take my slave to the company villa, then what’s the point in being the boss?”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Good.” Excitement bubbled up inside of her as his hands stroked over her body and his mouth claimed hers again. Whatever he had planned for her, she was more than looking forward to it. He squeezed a nipple between his fingers and she moaned.
“Oh, Mr Evans.”
He swatted sharply at her arse. “Master.”
She grinned. If he thought that was a deterrent, he had another thing coming.
“Oh, Mr Evans...”
************
Sold for Sex
Holly bit back a squeal as her arms were yanked behind her back and the bouncer pinned her wrists between two sweaty, meaty hands.
Justin stepped around her and eyed her with a grin that made her shudder. She wore the sort of outfit she always wore to work - a shirt and pencil skirt - but as he looked over her with his lips turned up at one corner, she felt as if she were naked.
“What’s the meaning of this?” she demanded as the bouncer dragged her over into a dark corner of the club.
She struggled briefly but she was no match for the strong man, whose thick arms were probably about the same width as her waist.
“Yer uncle has a job for you,” Justin drawled out in his east London accent.
“Well, I’m sure he could have told me that.” She wriggled again. “Dammit, let me go, you bloody perv.”
Justin laughed at this and reached forwards, tracing a finger over her cheek and down into the ‘v’ of her shirt. Holly kicked out at him but the huge bouncer tugged on her arms and she bit down on her lip as the movement wrenched her shoulders.
“Justin, just tell me what you want,” she said with a sigh.
“It’s a special job. For a special client.”
“Client?”
“Mmmm,” he murmured as his fingers followed the waistband of her skirt.
Gritting her teeth, she stiffened as he forced his hand down to the top of her knickers and then under the fabric. She fought down the bile in her throat. This wasn’t the first time Justin had tried something on since she’d started working for her uncle at the age of eighteen but he’d never forced himself on her. She closed her eyes and strove to keep her expression blank. He was toying with her, she was sure of it. If he’d really wanted to harm her, then he’d have done it long ago.
“What does he want? Some accounts doing?” she made herself ask as the unwelcome fingers brushed at the bare skin underneath her knickers.
“No. Definitely not accounting,” Justin said with a laugh.
Holly snapped open her eyes. “Just tell me the fuck he wants, Justin.”
“It’s a club client. He wants a certain type of woman.”
“For what?”
Justin laughed again and shook his head as his hand swept mere inches from her pussy. “What do you think he wants?” He motioned around the club.
Glancing around the club, taking in the sight of writhing women and half-naked men, Holly’s body suddenly chilled. The goings-on at her uncle’s BDSM club had long seemed commonplace to her. She was exposed to it daily as she worked in his office but it had little bearing on her. This was not her life.
Not that she had much of a life outside of work thanks to her uncle.
A women lay bound on the stage, her skin red from a whipping as several men fucked her and she screamed with pleasure and pain. She was nothing like these women. And she had never been made to service any of the clients. Until now.
Justin’s hand closed over her pussy and she stiffened as her heart hammered. She waited for him to press his disgusting fingers into her but instead he held her bud between his fingertips.
“I don’t do that kind of work,” she told him, aware her voice was wavering.
“You do now.”
“I won’t do that kind of work.”
The pressure on her bud increased and she yelped as he pressed relentlessly. “You’ll do as you’re told.”
“Has…” she panted as the pain surged through her cunt. “Has my uncle told you this?”
Justin smirked. “He’s the one that suggested it.”
Squirming under the increasing pinch of his fingers, Holly fought down the nausea that threatened to take over her. “Take me to him,” she demanded hoarsely.
Justin studied her for a moment, a smirk on his face as he watched her pained expression before releasing her clit and withdrawing his hand. He grinned and sniffed at his fingers before tasting them.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Holly. It’s a shame you’re a stuck up little slut. We’d be great together in bed.”
“Over my dead body,” she snapped as the blood rushed back into her sore pussy.
; He smirked again before nodding to the man holding onto her. He released her arms and Holly rolled her shoulders in an attempt to ease the ache.
With Justin leading the way, Holly worked her way through the small tables and leather couches, all occupied with naked and semi-naked women and men in all kinds of gear. Some came straight from work and were still in suits, while others were in full Dom mode and dressed up for the occasion, usually in black leather or latex. The blue strobe lights and faintly pulsing music all amped up the sexy vibe of the club.
While Holly was used to it and she appreciated that those who worked here, enjoyed what they did, she had never considered that she’d be one of the girls. Some did it for fun, some did it for money. But they were all willing. She pictured it sometimes…what it would be like to be tied up and fucked and whipped…She shuddered. With her limited experience, she knew she was definitely not submissive material. Was her uncle really going to force her into doing the same?
Her uncle sat behind his desk, his portly belly resting against the edge. As a fetish club owner, he was about as vanilla looking as they came. His comb-over and sweaty red cheeks all gave him the appearance of a gentle man, involved in something academic perhaps, but nonetheless his club, SinSity, was one of the most popular haunts for Doms in London. And most of that was down to the fact that her uncle was a ruthless businessman.
“Are you serious?” she asked him bluntly.
He grinned and pulled off his glasses, setting them on the desk calmly. “Serious about what, sweetheart?”
“You want me to…you want me to… you know!”
“Be with a client.”
“Yes!” Holly exclaimed as she put her hands on her hips.
“That’s right.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m your accountant, nothing more. Get one of your other girls to do it.”
“Look, Holly,” he rested his chin on his hands, “this is an important client. Very rich. We need to keep him happy. And to do that, we need you.”
“This is ridiculous. First you take over my life, then I have to work for you and now you expect me to fuck for you?” Holly shook her head, fighting the churning of her stomach. Her uncle could do as he wanted with her. Her life was in his hands.
“Yes, I expect you to fuck for me. You can always refuse. In which case, you know where the door is.”
Holly darted a look at the door and then back to her uncle. He watched her calmly through his cool grey eyes. She longed to throw a punch in his face, storm out the door and never look back, but where would she go?
After becoming orphaned at a young age, her uncle had taken her in. Her parents had been the hippy sort and had little to call their own, so neither did she. She was completely reliant on him. Slowly but surely, he sapped away every measure of independence and before she knew it, she was twenty-five, still living in his house and working for nothing as his accountant in his club.
Where would she go if she ran? She had no friends, no family, no money. She sighed. No choice. Unless…
“You need me…” she tried tentatively.
“What?” he snapped.
“You need me, don’t you? I mean, if you want to please this rich client, then you need me.”
“Holly, get to the bloody point.”
“I’ll do it.” She watched as a self-satisfied smile came over his chubby face. “But only if you give me some money and let me leave.”
Her uncle’s face went from pale pink to red as his face crinkled with rage. “Leave? You ungrateful little bitch. Why should you want to leave? I put a roof over your head and give you work, and you want to leave?”
“How important is this client?” she persisted, drawing herself tall. She was used to her uncle’s rants.
He bristled. “Very important. He’s a bloody billionaire.”
“And he wants me?”
“He wants what you can provide, yes.”
“Which is?”
“He wants a virgin,” he mumbled.
Holly laughed. “I’m not a virgin!” Well, only just.
“Not that kind of virgin,” he said tightly.
“Then what…? Oh…” she said as realisation sunk in. He wanted an anal virgin. Jesus, her uncle was a sick fuck. He wanted to pimp out his niece because she was the only woman in the building who hadn’t done anal. Blowing out a breath, she secured him with her gaze. “Twenty thousand.”
His eyes narrowed. “What?”
“Twenty thousand pounds. I’ll do it for twenty thousand pounds.”
“Twenty—?” her uncle spluttered.
“Yep. Come on, it must be worth it. If he’s a billionaire, think about the what’ll happen if he becomes a repeat customer. I bet he’ll probably spend twenty thou on champagne alone tonight anyway.”
“Fucks sake, and you’ll go where?”
Holly shrugged. “I don’t know. Somewhere, anywhere.” Away from here. £20,000 was enough to pay rent for a good while and allow her time to search for a job. Was she really going to sell herself for money? She glanced over her uncle’s sweaty face. Oh yes, definitely
Stroking at his chin, he considered her for a moment before lifting his hands in surrender. “Fine. Ok. Twenty K. But you do it properly, you understand? He has to come back. Be submissive, be perfect. Do everything he asks. You got a hot body, so he’ll want you, but he won’t want you if you do anything wrong. This guy has a reputation for being picky.”
“Good. Ok.” Holly drew in a deep breath as the hammering in her heart picked up again. What the hell had she just done?
Motioning to Justin, her uncle nodded at him. “Get her a sub outfit and take her to him. He’s in one of the private booths.”
With a nod, Justin turned to her and leered. “Come on then, Hol, let’s get you kitted out for yer fuck date.”
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she followed Justin out, muttering to herself, twenty thousand, twenty thousand, twenty thousand.
***
Half an hour later, Holly was in the club sub uniform. A tight latex dress, with easy-access zips and an open back. Only strips of latex covered her arse, keeping the dress on. She had no knickers on and her breasts were pushed up by the latex until they threatened to spill out of the black material. She had taken her red hair out of its usual bun and it trailed over one shoulder. A black choker sat around her neck, a small silver ring thread through it. As she studied herself in the mirror, she conceded that she looked the perfect sub. Only the most attractive subs worked at SinSity and it surprised her to realise that she matched up easily to them.
The door came open and Justin whistled as he eyed her. She spun around, her cheeks flaming only to realise the he could still see her arse in the mirror. Clapping her hands over it, she shifted away from the mirror.
“I wouldn’t bother. I’ll probably see a lot more of you soon.”
Narrowing her eyes at him, Holly went to stomp past him but Justin grabbed at her arm, pulling her to a halt.
“Ah, ah, ah. You forgot something.”
“What?” she snapped.
“Hands behind your back,” he demanded.
Gritting her teeth, Holly put her hands behind her back and waited as Justin bound her wrists together. His fingers lingered over her bare buttocks and she fought the urge to kick back at him. Once she was restrained, he wrapped his hand around her elbow and led her through the club.
Holly kept her gaze on the ground, more in an effort to disguise her nervousness rather than look submissive but she hoped it worked. She just had to please this man. He would be her ticket out of this hellhole. She peeked at the woman that currently occupied the stage as her screams of pleasure breeched the thumping music. Holly felt her pussy moisten as she watched a fierce looking Dom pound his cock into her. What must it be like, she wondered, to feel that much pleasure?
Her pulse throbbed in her temple as Justin led her over to one of the private booths. She doubted she would ever know. She was pretty certain pain did nothing f
or her and her one boyfriend had never made her scream. She suspected her body wasn’t capable of such things.
Drawing back the curtain, Justin thrust her through it before closing it behind them. Holly blinked in the dimness but kept her gaze on the black shiny floor. Long, suit-cladded legs sat casually in front of her and his shoes were almost as shiny as the floor. Several other sets of male legs sat around the booth but she could see no other women. Her chest tightened. She was the only one.
Justin gave her a little push forwards and she stood meekly as the thud of the music echoed in time with her heartbeat.
“What’s your name?” said a deep voice that reverberated through her body.
Startled by his question, Holly brought her gaze up and gasped. The man’s short blonde hair was carefully styled and set off the deep tan of his skin, and his blue eyes stood out even in the dim light of the club. He had to be the sexiest man she’d ever seen.
Blinking, she realised he was still waiting for an answer. “H-Holly, Sir,” she answered before lowering her head once more.
“Look at me, Holly,” he demanded lightly.
Bringing her head up cautiously, she felt her stomach twist as his blue eyes trailed over her face and down her body.
“You’re very beautiful,” he told her with a smile.
Gulping, she nodded slowly, not trusting her voice to work. He was entirely unlike she’d expected. She thought he’d be like the other Doms, commanding and fierce but there was a gently dominant air about him. His intense stare made her knees wobble.
“Come here, Holly.” He held out a hand.
Edging forwards, she came to stand in front of him, her heart racheting as a large hand came upon her hip. He coaxed her around until her arse was directly in front of his face. She heard some murmurs of approval but the man didn’t say anything as he followed the strips of latex across her cheeks. He traced underneath each buttock, his finger dancing agonisingly close to her pussy. She’d been worried about being dry for him, but his warm hands sent a flood of arousal to her sex.
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