𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 •|KTH |• 21+

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 🥀

He released my jaw, and I placed my palms on his thighs. I knew there were certain ways to do this. What their sensitive areas were, how much pressure to apply. It was all too much and I was beginning to tense up.

"Are you afraid?" He asked, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. I swallowed hard which only itched my dry throat more. "No, sir.." I murmured, my lips parting further to gasp when he gripped me neck, "Then put it in your mouth." He growled, and I flinched.

My fingers cautiously found their way to the waistband of his boxers, gently sliding them down before my hand moved to explore his arousal. In that moment, I could truly feel the size of him resting in my hands.

His body reacted to my touch, and I moistened my finger with my own saliva before reaching out to him once more, this time playfully caressing and stroking him in my hand. I felt his fingers tighten in my hair as a deep, pleasurable sound slipped from his lips. The sound made me clench my thighs, and I leaned in closer to him. I wet my lips before gently pressing my mouth against his tip.

"Fuck.." he breathed out.

This ecstatic pleasure stirred in my womb the very moment he began to make sounds. It merely made me want him more. I wanted to see him. His face.

I gently pushed him into my warm mouth, my brows furrowing as used his hand on my head to thrust himself even further down my throat. My eyes watered and his moans became louder, the more roughly he fucked my mouth.

"Just like that, Sweetheart, taste me." he growls, and my nails dig deeper nto his stomach.

I felt him twitch within my mouth indicating that he was close to climaxing. I brought back my hands and rubbed him as I pulled my mouth away. His thighs shuddered and caged my head, forcing me to keep him in his mouth as he came.

"Be my good girl and finish me off." he murmured "Swallow."

I was foolish to have even thought of it. I was to please him, and do whatever he asks of me.

"You want to be my good girl, don't you?" he asked, in a low voice. I nodded and clenched my hands and swallowed.

"Am I —your good girl?" It felt weird to ask, and I felt him lean in closer to me.

"Yes, you are, but I'm not fucking you tonight." My heart dropped. Was I not good enough? Was it because I was a virgin?

My eyes were on the verge of spilling tears as he spoke. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I'm a busy man," he said, his hand gliding up my throat.

I heard him getting dressed, starting with his pants. I nervously fidgeted with my fingers, wishing he would reconsider, but he didn't. He walked out, leaving me behind.

When the door opened again, my heart raced with hope, but it quickly faded when I saw who it was. "You're done for the day. Follow me," the woman from earlier instructed. I nodded and got to my feet. She told me to keep my blindfold on, and I complied, trailing behind her back to the changing room. "Your clothes are over there. Shower, change, and then you can leave.

The money your master paid will be transferred to your account by the end of the day," she clarified. I nodded and removed my blindfold. Squinting, I took a moment to look at myself. Before exiting the room, I slipped on the rest of my thong. I noticed some red marks around my throat from his fingers and similar ones on my thighs. My hair was a tangled mess, and my body felt strange. Was it because I longed for his touch? I couldn't afford to feel this way; it was just part of my job. Maybe it was because he was my first. I told myself that once I settled in, everything would change.

After showering and getting ready, I said goodbye to a few girls before heading to the hospital. I visited daily, and I needed to ensure my job didn't interfere with that. The hospital was close to my workplace, so I took a bus and walked a little.

It was no trouble at all, as I found joy in walking.

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After work:

"Room?" the receptionist inquired as I stepped into the hospital.

"193," I answered. She nodded and handed me a key. The elevator was crowded today, and I found myself squeezed into a corner among the other passengers. When I finally reached my floor, I maneuvered past them, offering a small apology as I went. As I walked down the hallway, I recalled the man I had met during my last visit. He had been generous, practically pushing money into my pocket, but I had returned it.

I opened the door to the room and approached my dad's bed. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, yet I knew he was far from at ease. He was likely consumed with worries about me and finances. With a sigh, I settled into the guest chair beside him. "I'm sorry I couldn't bring you flowers today," I murmured, a frown tugging at my lips. "But don't worry, Dad. I've found a job, and I'm finally getting paid today. I'll get you a nice blanket; I know how much you dislike the hospital ones."

He remained silent, his lips slightly parted for breath, eyes still closed. I was certain he could hear me. My gaze drifted to the flowers I had brought him a few days ago; they were wilting and brittle now. Before they began to smell, I decided it was time to dispose of them.

"I'll be back," I said softly, picking up the bouquet. I didn't want to use the trash can in his room, as it would only add to the unpleasantness, so I headed to the larger one outside. I closed the door behind me.

I held the flowers carefully, trying not to drop any dead leaves. When I reached the trash can, I pushed one side open with one hand while using the other to toss the flowers in. Just my luck, the lid snapped shut on my hand.

I groaned in frustration and was about to try again when a large hand helped me out. I looked up, a smile breaking across my face as I shoved the flowers in. As he moved his hand away, my eyes widened in surprise. It was him.

Though he still wore a mask, his hair was neatly styled, revealing to me his beautiful dark eyes.

I expressed my gratitude with a smile. His expression shifted, brows knitting together, and I noticed his body tense at the sound of my voice. Confused, I furrowed my brows in response. Did I say something wrong?

"Um... do you come here often as well?" I inquired, eager to hear his voice again.

He remained still, almost as if I had startled him in some way—then he cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. He shook his head and began to turn away. "W...wait," I called out, prompting him to stop. My gaze fell to a small black packet that had slipped from his pocket. I bent down to retrieve it and approached him.

"You dropped this," I said, handing it to him. He nodded and accepted it, but I paused, momentarily overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne. It was familiar... I quickly dismissed the thought.

It's just a cologne. Many men wear it.

His gaze flickered from my nose to my lips, darkening as it settled there. I cleared my throat, breaking the silence, and offered him one last smile before turning to leave. Yet, I couldn't resist glancing back. My heart raced when I found him still watching me. I quickly turned away and continued on my way.