His Privilege, Her Pleasure

Chapter 7 - The Game of Chess

"So, are you going to get to it, or should I help you out a bit?" he questions as he uses his fingers to search my opening.

Sebastian plunges his fingers deep inside of my warm, moist vagina. I can't say that it's an unpleasant feeling, but I feel ashamed yet again. He knows I am ashamed, but he knows I won't fight him either. There's nowhere to go and Nothing I can do to gain the upper hand. I am entirely at the mercy of Sebastian's hands.

"Tell me the truth, tell me what...I need to know. I....I need to know...about who he really is," I say, trying to focus on the conversation and not the pleasure.

"It should be obvious. Kieran loves to seem in control, but he's usually at the mercy of his emotions. Why else would he stalk you for over six months?" He said as he pressed his face into my neck.

"What do you mean, exactly? Are you implying---"

"Ah, ah, no more questions until I get what I want. Get on your knees, Clea," he says, interrupting me.

His other hand grabs my hair and forces me down onto my knees. He wasn't rough about it, but he was hasty. He was already fully erect underneath his towel. I am on my knees before him, and as he spreads his legs, the towel releases. Under that towel, there's a cock that almost rivals Kieran's. On my first night, I was fortunate enough not to experience the full lifestyle of being a sex slave. I'm practically a virgin when it comes to this stuff, and now if I wanted info on how to take Kieran down, I would have to play this part of the game.

He is Kieran's right-hand man, which may be a setup, but I have to take the chance.

"It won't bite, and neither should you. Now, get to sucking. We don't have all day; the sauna cuts off automatically after an hour."

Sebastian entangles his hands in my hair to get a good grip on my head. Once his grip is firm, he pushes my head down and I open my mouth. I'm hesitant at first, only licking the head, and when he gets bored, he urges me to suck. I take about an inch into my mouth and bob my head up and down slowly. He tastes like Axe body wash and sweat, but it isn't a sour taste. Sebastian moans and curses as I get into it more.

"Fuck...your mouth is so...shit! Keep doing that...don't stop...take more in your mouth," he says as I continue to suck.

I do as instructed and take more of him into my mouth. I can still breathe, but the steam in here makes me want to end this soon. Before I know it, Sebastian is standing and plunging his dick deeper into my mouth. This action takes me by surprise, and I try to catch my breath, but he pinches my nose and holds the back of my head. Sebastian starts face fucking me and moaning like it was the best thing he's ever felt. I continue to struggle to breathe, even slapping his thighs, but he ignores it.

"Now I see what he wants with you. You're a natural fuck-toy. Your throat feels amazing; I can't wait until I can fuck you myself. Now stay still, I'm about to cum in your mouth, and I want you to swallow it. Just like the obedient slave you are." His eyes filled with lust as he stares down at me.

Sebastian removes his cock from my mouth to let me catch a breather. I am grateful for the breath and figure I should ask him what he meant earlier. When I ask him again what he meant, he answers, but only after shoving his cock back in my mouth.

"Ah fuck...I'm fucking close. Shit, you really are amazing. Since you have done this good, I'll stop torturing you and tell you he has always had a weakness for Black women. We practically grew up together, and he has always wanted a Black wife. He tried fucking white women and even other races. His father may be a piece of shit racist, but he loves Black women too.

"The apple doesn't fall far. The exciting thing is that Kieran is always soft-hearted towards any woman, especially after what his father did to his mother. You'll never read about what happened to her because it's all very hush-hush. A well-kept family secret. Not even his political friends know what happened. Only Kieran, his father, and I know.

"Point is, Kieran doesn't even know who he is. He is doing what he thinks is right by his family because his father is the only family he has left. They may be wealthy, but making as many enemies as this family has, there are always casualties. Kieran never wanted this life or any other involving his father. He's great at acting like this is what he wants to do. But when we first came to New Orleans, he dreaded the idea of trafficking women and especially taking you away."

As I try to process so much information, Sebastian busts his load down my throat, which is a lot to handle. There was so much cum I could feel it in my throat and still had a mouth full of the creamy substance. He let out a pleasure-filled sigh of relief. He releases his grip on my head, but orders me to swallow his cum before licking the tip of his cock. I do so, but the creamy liquid felt weird and disgusting in my mouth. I can taste a slight bit of salt from his semen, but it wasn't a bad thing.

"Good girl, Kieran will be happy with you," he says, picking his towel back up and wrapped it around his waist.

"If...if what you say is true, then you're implying he has feelings for me other than sexual and of disgust? I don't believe that one bit. Do you know what I think? I think you just used me, and your only purpose here is to help break me into being a filthy whore. I think this was a clever ruse to help sufficiently confuse me. These mind games won't work the way you two planned," I say as I stand to my feet and wipe my mouth.

"You are very perceptive, but I don't think you fully understand this 'game' you speak of. When you see Kieran tonight, ask him about his mother, and you'll glean all you need to know from that question alone. Now, get up; it's time for you to get your hair and make-up done. Then it's off to find a tailor who can size that amazing body of yours," he replies snidely, throwing my towel at me.

I feel dirty about what I have done, but also slightly liberated. I've never seen a man so turned on in my life. Maybe I am more capable of handling this life than I think. Perhaps my body is the key to getting out of this situation and not just my intellect. Only tonight's conversation will shed light on my theory.