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30. Compulsion

-Warning! This contains a sort-of forced situation with mature language-

"What do you want from me?" I asked him as I kneeled down in front of him.

"The only thing you have not entirely given to me already." Mr. James revealed, "Your mouth, Stella. You always talk and say what you think. It is time to shut you up."

Mrs. Raser was right after all. My big mouth would get me into trouble.

I tried to stand up and move away from him, but he f.orced me back down. He sat on the edge of my bed.

"You managed to get away before, but now it is due." Mr. James begun moving his sweatpants down from his body, so that his black underwear became visible. He moved that down as well, so that his c.ock sprung free.

Then he took my hand and put it on his length.

I swallowed hard. I had never touched him like that before. One last time, I tried to move away, but he put me back into place. I did not want myself to feel certain things for him. He had showed me his real self, why could I not hate him and let it be?

I was under his compulsion.

"S.uck my c.ock."

"Why would I?" I asked him, trying to gain a little momentum.

"Because I tell you to. I have never forced you into anything. Let's check this off the list and then you are free of me," he said in a surprisingly calm tone. Yet Mr. James had a compulsive tone in there somewhere.

I wanted to be free of him. I never wanted to see him again. I felt too much for him and he did not deserve it.

I gave in for a final time.

My soft lips were wrapped around him, giving him exactly what he wanted.

For a moment, I forgot all the bad things he said to me earlier. I only remembered the ecstasy we reached together when we touched each other.

My head bobbed up and down on his e.rection in a slow motion, looking up to him. He groaned.

He was getting deeper and deeper, to the point where I gagged on him.

After that I did not remember much. It was all a blur.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was on the floor of my small apartment on the other side of the fence.

Normally, I would have broken down. There would have been screams, and loud sobbing. Instead, I just stood there. Empty.

Mr. James had been real with me about one thing. He let me go. I was back in the agency's hands after my first unsuccessful job.

They had not brought my things along from the James house. My new clothes, the photographs, and the gifts from my birthday had been left there.

I did not mind. They only thing I cared about was that I would never get to say goodbye to Stephen.

There was an urgent and loud knock on the door. I opened it. People from the agency had come to pick me up. Mistress Raser wanted to speak with me.

I let them take me to her.

Her office was still as cold as ever. She sat there at her desk, feeling like she was the queen of everything.

"Welcome back, Stella Lanotte." I did not say anything in response. "We are sorry to inform you that your mother died." Still I gave her no reaction. "Would you be so kind to tell me what went down at the James house?"

"A lot," I told her. "And it is none of your concern. Just give me my next assignment."