I stood in the doorway, my red hair falling in disheveled waves over my shoulders, my silk blouse creased from a sleepless night. My green eyes, dulled by anxiety, avoided Alex’s gaze. A week earlier, he offered me an “arrangement” to cover my unpaid rent. A proposal I rejected with disgust, slamming my bedroom door. But that night, with my bank account empty and the rent deadline pressing like a blade against my throat, I had no choice. I returned, reluctantly, each step toward his door heavy with dread.
Alex, leaning against the doorframe, eyed me with a piercing stare, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. A sly smirk played on his lips, as if he’d known I’d come back. “Changed your mind, Emma?” he asked, his voice low and steady, laced with an assurance that made me shiver despite myself.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, a knot of bitterness choking my words. “I… I don’t have the money, Alex,” I murmured, my voice trembling, heavy with shame. “I have no other way.”
He stepped closer, his imposing frame filling the space between us, his presence almost overwhelming. “Then you know what this means,” he said calmly, but with an authority that pinned me in place. Without another word, he placed his hands on my shoulders, his firm fingers applying gentle pressure, a silent but unmistakable command. My legs buckled under his touch, and I knelt slowly, the plush carpet cushioning my fall. My hands trembled, resting on my thighs, and my heart pounded, but there was only cold resignation in me, a mechanical need to get it over with.
Before me, Alex unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the metallic clink echoing like a toll in the silent room. When he freed his cock, hard and intimidating, a wave of panic washed over me. The thought of taking it in my mouth made me want to flee. I hesitated, my lips barely grazing his tip, my breath short and uneven. Alex, motionless, watched me, his dark eyes burning with restrained intensity. Then, in a low, almost mocking voice, he murmured, “Come on, Emma. The rent’s not gonna pay itself.”
Those words pierced me, reigniting my shame, but I had no choice left. I closed my eyes, my lips parting to envelop him, the warm, silky texture of his cock making me wince. My movements were mechanical at first, my tongue barely brushing him, each gesture steeped in cold reluctance. But Alex didn’t let me linger. With a firm hand, he tangled his fingers in my red hair, pulling just enough to make me flinch. He guided my head with unyielding authority, setting a slow but deep rhythm, each thrust claiming more of my mouth.
That’s when something shifted. His physical dominance, the firm grip in my hair, the way he pushed into my mouth with possessive confidence, sparked something unexpected. A treacherous heat, one I didn’t understand, spread through my lower belly, like liquid fire creeping under my skin. I tried to push it away, horrified by the feeling, but my body, that traitor, responded on its own. My cheeks hollowed, my lips adjusted to his rhythm, and my hands, once clenched, settled on his hips, seeking an anchor in this storm of sensations. When he felt my shift, Alex murmured, his voice rough, “Fuck, you’re good at this.”
He tightened his grip, his fingers digging into my hair, pulling harder. He didn’t speak again, but his actions spoke volumes: every thrust of his hips, every press of his hand, asserted his dominance. My breath quickened, my muffled moans vibrating around his cock. Almost against my will, I leaned into it, my tongue moving with an audacity I didn’t know I had, my lips sliding along his length with growing fervor. I suddenly craved to feel him throb under my lips, to hear his moans fill the air, to take him entirely, all the way to the back of my throat. So, I pushed myself to go deeper, my movements growing more eager, more desperate, as if I were trying to fill a void I was only just discovering. I couldn’t understand why my body surrendered like this, why this heat pulsed within me.
Then, he came. It was with raw intensity, a low grunt rumbling in his chest as his hot release flooded my mouth. Alex tightened his hold, preventing me from pulling back, forcing me to take it all. But the truth was, I didn’t want to pull back. Not in that moment, despite the shame tearing me apart. I swallowed, each gulp amplifying the dizzying mix of shame and forbidden pleasure consuming me. Surprising myself, I savored its taste and relished the thrilling sensation of its final tremors in my mouth. When he withdrew, his cock, slightly softened, slipping from my lips, a trickle of saliva mixed with cum dripped down my chin. I gasped, my cheeks burning, my body trembling with an energy I couldn’t name. In my mind, a thought burst, sharp and shattering: “Oh my God… did I really just do that?”
Alex released me, his gaze still locked on me, a satisfied smile curling his lips. “Tomorrow, same time, same energy, Emma. You know what you’ve gotta do this time.”
I stood, my legs unsteady, avoiding his eyes. Without a word, I walked to my room, the door closing behind me with a soft click. Lying on my bed, I felt shame wash over me, but that lingering heat, that troubling desire I didn’t understand, refused to fade. Nathan should never have known. But what I felt, what I did… it haunted me, like a flame I couldn’t extinguish.
I had neither the courage nor the will to brush my teeth, falling asleep with the remnants of his semen still coating part of my mouth.
