Panic welled up in her chest as she looked at the table she had set with so much care.
Was it a date if two people who regularly fucked sat down and ate a meal together? Dates were against the rules. But it didn’t matter anyway when she knew the conversation she intended to have was definitely breaking the rules.
“No, not a date,” she answered. “It’s my dinner time. Since you said you were coming at six, I just... Never mind.”
“You know the rules, Evelyn.”
The disappointment in his voice squeezed her chest. Yes, she knew all the fucking rules.
“If you’re not pregnant, and I’m not here to fuck you, then what else is there to talk about.”
Her shoulders sagged. Nothing. There was nothing to talk about. Sex was clearly just sex for him if he couldn’t fathom talking to her about anything else.
“Nothing, I guess,” she answered.
“I have work to do, Evelyn, and you’re saying you called me over for nothing?”
She dared to look back at him and saw the anger in his blue eyes. Why would anyone be so angry when all she had done was cook him a meal?
“I’m sorry I wasted your time,” she murmured.
“This life you’re living doesn’t come cheap. I can’t stop working on your whims, Evelyn. This isn’t a relationship; I shouldn’t have to remind you of the rules.”
Roman had always been an intimidating man. He was cold and ruthless, according to some of the things she had read about him. But with her, he’d always seemed different. Though she was essentially his whore, she hadn’t felt like one until recently because he had never treated her like one.
Now she felt very much like a whore.
She had been stupid to think she could talk to him about their future when he saw her as nothing more than a bed warmer. Property he owned that he could discard at any time. The cracks in her heart widened.
She was numb when she looked away from him.
“I apologise,” she said again. “I’ll see you out and then have my dinner before it gets cold.”
She made to walk past him when he grabbed her arm to stop her.
“I’m here now, Evelyn. Maybe do the job I’m paying you to do before I go back home.”
She didn’t look up at him as he spoke. The lyrics to an old song played back in her head. ‘Once a whore you’re nothing more...’ It was true. She would always be a whore to him. If he ever got a girlfriend or a wife, it would never be her or someone like her.
“Okay,” she murmured.
She made to leave the room but he pulled her back.
“In here,” he said.
Roman pulled her over to the other side of the big dining table and then pulled a chair out of the way before he bent her over on it. In front of her, the candles still flickered, mocking her with the stupid idea that she had had. Her dress was lifted above her waist, and then she felt the breeze as her knickers were lowered.
Whore.
She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt his hands caressing her, moulding and squeezing her cheeks.
“Exquisite,” he said quietly.
He spoke more to her body parts than he did to her. That should have been a sign.
When his fingers gently rubbed against her, she felt her body responding without her consent. It always responded, no matter what he did or how she felt. Her eyes were still closed when he slipped a long finger in and curled it inside her so it dragged against her walls when he pulled it out. He repeated the motion several times before he added another finger.
She whimpered as she pushed herself back against him.
“Grab onto the sides of the table,” he commanded.
She did as she was told even as her mind screamed at her for what she was doing. Then Roman used his foot to open her legs wider.
“You’re always so wet, Evelyn,” Ramon said, his voice deeper as it always became when he was caught up in this. “So fucking wet...”
And when he removed his fingers, she knew he was tasting her. He always did. She had never met anyone so addicted to eating her out as this man was. And she was right. His magic tongue replaced the fingers and she was lost.
Just like that.
She swore as the wave carried her over but his tongue continued working. Lapping everything up, sucking, nibbling, probing. She didn’t know where he had learned to do this, but fuck... Probably the best she would ever have. She didn’t realise she had started rocking her hips, and that she was putting pressure on her pebbled tits against the table until his hands grabbed onto her hips and stopped her.
“Move when I tell you to, Evelyn.”
Her muscles tensed as she felt herself start to fall again, but before she could, Roman stopped. She knew better than to complain. There was the sound of his zipper and the rustling of a foil packet and almost immediately she was filled to the brim.
He didn’t start slow, he gave it to her hard and fast as if he could read her mind. He always knew how she wanted it. The cutlery clinked together as the table shook. The empty wine glasses fell over. The flowers vibrated with every powerful thrust. And then all too soon it was over. She tumbled and tumbled. And kept on tumbling as Roman pressed into her and spilt his seed.
She was still lying over the table trying to catch her breath when she heard the sound of his zipper again.
“I’ll see you on Friday,” Roman said from behind her.
And then he walked out without another word. She was still in the same spot when she heard the front door open and close. Still there when she heard his car start and then drive away.
Still there even when she smelled that her food had started to burn.
Minutes. He’d shown her he owned her in minutes. And her own body had betrayed her because it was true, he did own her.
She didn’t know when she started crying but the tablecloth was soaked when she finally lifted herself from the table. She was still crying when she pulled her knickers back up and made her way to the kitchen to switch all the appliances off.
She couldn’t do this anymore. It was too painful. She had already broken his biggest rule and fallen in love with him but he would never love her back.
She had to leave.
Roman drove his car up the driveway and noticed that only the exterior lights were on. The house seemed like it was in total darkness.He had told Evelyn about this before. Not that he had any concerns about her safety in this neighbourhood, especially since he also had security guards nearby, but if she kept all the lights off she could invite trouble if thieves thought no one was home.He parked his car and prepared himself.Last weekend had been a close call, but he knew the day was still going to come. She would claim to be madly in love with him and he’d have to toss her out. Having an addictive pussy did not automatically mean she was safe from that. The rules were there for a reason and they had been the same for everyone who had come before her. They woul
Eve looked back behind her with a frown. She’d had this feeling all day that she was being watched. Her first thought was that Roman had taken time out of his precious day to find her but she squashed that ridiculous idea.It had been two weeks since she last saw him, and a week since she left that note. By now that man would have found somebody else to replace her since to him one hole would be as good as the other. There was nothing special about her.She shrugged and carried on window shopping. Her mother’s birthday was coming up and she wanted to buy her something nice for when she finally visited. She also needed to reconnect with some of her old university friends. They would all be starting their last year at university soon, as she would have if she hadn’t dropped everything for a man.
Evelyn’s blood boiled. She looked at the man in front of her and wondered how he dared to say those words.It was true that she had put herself in this situation but it had never been about the money. One look at him had weakened her knees and had her imagining being on her back for him. Or her front. Or sideways. Any whichever way he wanted her. He had turned her head from the start. She often wondered if the way she had looked at him had been the reason he had offered her this position.She would have said yes without the offer of a monthly wage, but now the fact that she had would always be held against her.“Escort,” she said through gritted teeth.“No, Evelyn. Whore. Prostitute,&rd
Evelyn’s cheeks coloured as he had known they would as she slowly started to undo her jeans. She was already hot for him. He’d brought her into her domain and her petty grievances seemed to have flown out of the window. Did she really think she could walk away from all of this? From him?When she removed the jeans and kicked them away from her body, her green eyes sparkled with excitement that she could never hide from him.“Now your t-shirt.”She exposed her body inch by inch like she knew what she was doing to him. Maybe she did. Maybe she knew he’d had her followed for days. Maybe she knew that the only reason he had messaged her to get into his car was that he couldn’t stand to see her with another man. She was not free to meet o
This was torture. Evelyn’s body was so wound up that she knew the slightest movement would send her over the edge.Roman had kept her like this for hours. Hours of this exquisite torture.She was sweaty and had his cum all over her body because Roman hadn’t held himself back like he was forcing her to do. With the blindfold on, every other sense was heightened. She had felt his every tremble, heard his every grunt, groan and moan, and felt him throbbing every time he had spilt his seed.And yet here she was, still stuck in this zone, aching to fall over that cliff.He had given her some breaks between each scene, but that had done nothing to alleviate the throbbing in her body. An
Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears again as he walked out of the playroom. There would be enough time after he was gone to do that.Coming out of this contract would be harder than she thought, but she would find a way. She had grown up on a rough estate and knew how to take care of herself. Being with Roman had changed her, but if she wanted to come out of this somewhat intact, she knew she had to squash her feelings for him.Roman dealt with facts and figures, not emotions. She had to remember that.Blurting out that she was leaving when she had no idea how she would do it hadn’t been a good idea. First, she had to fix things for her parents before she tried anything.With a sigh, she drag
Roman paused outside the house for a moment after he closed the door.Why did he feel like this was the last time he would see Evelyn?He’d thought they had come to an understanding after last night. Evelyn had been...He closed his eyes and fought the hardening of his body. Even after showering, he could still feel her, and he could still hear her cries. She was exquisite. Her smell, the taste of her, everything.They wouldn't reach those heights if Evelyn didn’t completely trust him to take care of her during and after. He supposed the romantics would claim she was made for him. Made to please him. Made for him to do every single deviant thing he wanted to her body.
Roman was long gone when Eve made her way to the hot tub on the deck at the back of the house. The weather was perfect for being outdoors for a change. A long soak was what she needed to relieve her aching muscles, and there was no better place to do that than the backyard. The view was so green and untouched that it was hard to believe she was on the outskirts of London.She used to sit here and pretend Roman had taken her to some romantic island for a weekend getaway, but holidays weren’t part of the contract. That was something someone did with a wife or girlfriend.She put the tray with her bottle of wine, snacks and phone on the side and then slowly lowered herself into the bubbling water. It was still early, not even noon yet, so it was probably too early for the wine. And crisps and cookies weren’t prop