Chapter 5

There she sat stark naked in her window, feeling disgustingly humiliated and utterly helpless in front of a man that held no pity, no warmth.

He watched her as if she was hewed out of precious diamond, perfectly tailored for him, her soft incandescent skin shining under moonlight.

She grew uncomfortable at his gaze shamelessly roaming on her body, not masking his unholy intentions. His eyes perilously tingled her skin as if fondling without touch, licking without tongue, devouring without mouth.

Her struggles grew as she helplessly watched his gaze becoming penetrative, insinuating his desire.

His hold on her hands tightened with her growing defiance, his fist enough to control both her wrists behind her back, closing their distance further, the thin fabric of his shirt wrinkling like a poor barricade between their skins.

She had never felt so vulnerable at a man's feet, at the doorstep of fate who played a brutal game with her frailty. And in all the situations she couldn't but watch like a helpless bystander, she did what she did best,

She cried.

If nothing had caught his attention so far, her crying did. He immediately let her hands go, gently wiping her tears with his thumbs, witnessing as her expressions morphed from scared to perplexed in a second.

"Don't cry, shh" he cooed, his hands patting her face, pushing the lose strands behind her ears.

She couldn't help but feel taken aback by the action. With the hours of night he was becoming a deeper mystery. She knew his act of kindness had a dreadful catch. From all that she knew, this wasn't the same man who had viciously undressed her in a window.

Before she could retort with a freshly reminisced curse on the tip of her tongue his next sentence froze her in place,

"I just thought you would do anything if I allowed you to work", the hint of mock evident in his tone, uncovering the manipulative monster dwelling within.

She had assumed he'd want something in return, and now that it was time, he had laid the b**e down in open. As unfair as it was in its core it still made her happy. She realised how desperate she had become to own a career even when on the stake was the right over her body.

Overlooking how needy she looked in the moment, she was fast with her words, confirming he had said what she had so ached to hear,

"Does that...does that mean I can work?" She asked, not masking the underlining excitement.

"Only if you're comfortable with our intimacy" he stated stoically, needlessly twisting a strand of her hair with his index finger, knowing fully well of her yearning for the stupid job.

He smirked when he noticed her eyes zoning out, her mind already rolling the wheels, unaware of the grave implications she was about to sign up for.

He wasn't wrong to think that she'd give it all in exchange for her will to do a job. She was a little too over the edge to say yes for anything he'd have asked, and so she did.

"I am ok" she managed to say from her clogged throat, agreeing to the deal, the thrill of gaining his permission already fading as his eyes shamelessly roamed on her form yet again.

"Really?" his husky tone asked, caressing his rough hands on her milky thighs, tracing the path to her intimacy, "You're okay when I do this?" He whispered, spreading her thighs to glimpse as her glistening pussy. She rested her hands on either side of her body as he kept the sole of her legs on the window's edge, clearly putting her pussy on a view.

Controlling the urge to close her legs she let out a timid 'yes', her heartbeat racing at a wild pace.

He hummed in approval, stroking his rough fingers on her sensitive flesh. His voice vibrated off the walls of her feminine room as his hand softly touched her pussy, not applying any pressure. He let his fingers softly swipe in her folds, absorbing her wetness, briefly touching her clit.

"And this?" his husk voice asked, softly flicking her clit with his thumb as his fingers stroked her pussy.

She gulped the foreign voice that tried to escape her mouth. "Yess" she whined pressing her voice as if something pained her. His fingers artistically moved over her labia, tracing the little nub that controlled her pleasure. "And this honey?" He looked dead into her eyes, roughly palming her pussy, rubbing her clit vigorously.

She couldn't helped but silence her gasp by pressing her hand on mouth, her wide eyes watching him in disbelief as he played with her folds.

He took her to unbelievable heights, flicking, rubbing and playing with her clit. The room whispered the sinful voices her pussy as it became wetter with his touch.

She was small, way too small to keep up with his wild drive. He could be only so much gentle with her. He doubted whether she would even stay conscious by the time he was finished with her. The night was too long and she clearly wasn't ready. He concluded it was enough for tonight. Both time and place weren't suitable for his liking. Hearing her single moan had evoked hunger for more inside him.

He knew she would be a screaming mess when he'd have her under him but here it would attract unwanted attention.

He would have her thoroughly, but not today. Tonight he had merely forced consent out of her however he was sure, once inside his bedroom, she was done, he'd not have to care about who heard her screams and how long did he rode her to ecstasy.

Not quiet stopping from his assault on her clit he watched as she squirmed moaningly under her foreign needs. He could the see the slight shake of her thighs that so desperately wanted to close around his hand but she fought her instincts. Mainly to prove to him that she indeed was willing to be his for what he brought to the table. He smirked at she fought the hard battle with herself.

He removed his now slick fingers from her nub, watching his glossy fingers.

She exhaled, letting her shaky breathe out, thinking for a brief moment that it was finally over. Only that it wasn't. His hand came briskly back to land a hard slap on her already sensitive flesh. She immediately closed her thighs as a scream left her mouth, her head fell back to absorb the immeasurable pleasure pulsing across her body in the most painful way possible.

With a rough pull he relentlessly separated her thighs to witness gush of liquid twinkling on her insides. He rubbed her flesh to calm her nerves, trying to relax her from the impact. She couldn't stop shaking, her legs trembled as the insurmountable bolts of pleasure pulsed across her body. Through her heavy breaths she tried to coax herself, not believing he had done something so barbaric on her intimates.

She tried to control her shudder, calming the tremors under his soothing caress, only that it lasted for a moment before landing another unexpected rough slap on her quivering pussy. Her head threw back in yet another scream, losing touch over the reality as the throbbing of her pussy became the only truth. She so desperately tried to close her shaking limbs that were on verge of giving up. He yet again smoothly rubbed her flesh, enjoying every second of her turmoil. He couldn't help but bent down to the level of her pussy to admire the view. Her head quickly snapped to where he watched her intimates with utmost curiosity. His eyes looked up to find her already looking at him.

His voice vibrated inside her legs as whispered "Since kissing is fine..." His lips slowly approached her pussy all the while maintaining eye contact with her. She watched as he sensually kissed her lower lips, using his tongue to taste her juices. It was too much. A flashing current traveled up her body when his lips met her pussy in fervent eagerness. She closed her eyes to forget the image of him in between her legs when she suddenly felt his whole mouth devouring her like a dessert.

Her urge to close her legs was controlled by his hands that had pulled them apart. She couldn't help but let out foreign shrieks that she didn't know existed in her. Her hand intertwined in his curly locks to pull his head away. One moment she was pulling him away and the next moment she was pressing him on. Pain crossed the border of pleasure as sanity took its leave from her body.

He kissed her pussy more passionately than he had her lips. He'd held her labia in his teeth and gently pulled, making her doubt all the definitions of pleasure she had learned. He'd flick her clit with his tongue and peck her thighs for fun. His pointed beard would brush her pussy once in a while, awakening desires she thought were non existent. His movements became harsher, diving deeper in her pussy, eating her deliciously, she started reaching to her orgasm, nearing it every second, juicing his mouth in painful anticipation and just when she thought she was closest to her need he abruptly stood up bringing her back to senses.

There was an earthquake in down there, her lower region pulsed with need, begging him to put his mouth back. But he had already taken a step back, knowing exactly what he had done. His smile spread across his face as he saw his woman flustered, her legs wide open- featuring the most luscious pussy he had tasted.

He liked her. He never found pleasure in keeping orgasms from women but her...he wanted her to yearn for his touch till he fetched her next time.

With a quick wink on his way he left without giving her a single glance. She didn't want to stop him but she also didn't know what to do with her shaking body. Somehow balancing her weight she found her way to bed, cocooning herself without minding clothes. She forced herself to not think about his doings and just drown in slumber. Too bad his sinful images penetrated her visuals like a knife and even when she found sleep he had successfully intruded her dreams.