Symphony Of Control

Thirteen

Emma's POV

I was about to enter class when my phone beeped— I quickly checked the message to see it was from Max.

The memory from the initiation ceremony suddenly popped in my head but I had to shake it off.

05, Warmworth lane— see you by 8.

I blinked, warmworth street? Why should I be there? Who lives there to begin with?

I shook my head and walked into the classroom.

“Hey…” someone whispered behind me as soon as I settled down. I turned to see the person I least expected— Max!

He smirked, his eyes looking as dangerous as ever— he still wore another black hoodie.

Is he addicted to black hoodies or something?

“H… hi” I managed to smile

He didn't even answer, just stared right into my soul— I felt bare under his intense gaze.

“Y… you school here too?”

“Half the organization is here.”

“Oh… I didn't know, I haven't run into any of them outside the meeting.”

“Even if you see them, you wouldn't know they're the ones— they're always in masks during meetings, remember?”

I nodded, the lecturer soon walked in and had to pay attention— but Max moved from his seat, sliding into the chair beside me. My heart skipped beats.

“What are you…”

“Ahh,” he whispered. I could feel his breath brushing my ear.

His hand went under the table, landing on my thigh— my stomach churned.

“Max… stop… we're in class.”

“Then don't make a sound.”

His fingers went higher… I had to press my lips together as I grabbed my pen harder, pretending to write.

“You're shaking,”

He slid his fingers into my skirt— my knees automatically turned jelly and I almost dropped my pen.

“Keep your eyes on the lecturer,” he ordered softly, like I was his property or something.

I tried to but my heart wouldn't stop thudding.

He touched my V-area and I let out a quiet gasp— my hands clenched the desk.

“You're already wet,” he murmured.

“Max… please…” I whispered back.

His fingers began drawing slow circles on my c**t— he went slow at first but then he quickened his pace and my breath grew heavy.

“Keep your face straight,” he said.

I put down my tongue as heat built in my stomach— I well wanted to cry out but I couldn't.

He slowly took my free hand and placed it on his hard on—

I knew what to do… I started massaging slowly.

“Spit on it,” he ordered.

I had the bend carefully so people wouldn't notice and I spat on it but as I was about to lift my head, he pushed it down— his d**k slid right into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

I gagged but he never let my head go—

“Careful… some pests have already started noticing.”

He inserted three fingers once into my opening as I kept choking on his c**k. His thumb intentionally rubbed the spot that made my legs shake— my teeth brushed his d**k as I tried to bite back my moan.

“Come for me,” he whispered.

My eyes squeezed shut and I shivered— then the wave hit me, hard.

I stayed still— my whole body pulsed but I didn't stop pleasuring him until I felt his warm, thick liquid in my mouth.

I swallowed everything.

He pulled his hand and withdrew like nothing had happened, leaning back.

“See you at Warmworth Lane,” he smirked.

****

As soon as the clock struck 8, I alighted from the cab. My eyes couldn't believe what I was seeing— the massive building, like a presidential villa.

“Who lives here?” I muttered to myself as I walked to the gate. As soon as the big man at the gate saw me, he smiled.

“Miss Emma lovelyn—”

I smiled back.

“My boss has been waiting— follow me.”

I followed him but couldn't shake back what I just heard… “his boss?”

“Please who's your boss?”

“Oh, Master Max… he's the owner of the villa and many others.”

“Erh?” I didn't know when it slipped out.

“Max owns this place? What is he?”

“Well, he's the heir to one of the biggest conglomerates… I guess he hasn't told you that yet.” The man smiled and I nodded.

A lot ran through my mind as I kept following the man in silence. We soon got to a gigantic silver door and he stopped—

“You'll meet him inside.” The man bowed and left.

He seemed quite friendly for a man of his size.

“Strip.”

That was the first word Max said when I entered. He didn't even give me a moment to admire the interior of this room— he didn't look at me.

He had a glass of champagne in his hand as he walked towards the leather chair in the center of the dimly lit room.

I swallowed hard and slowly started taking off my clothes— one by one.

But I feel a hand— no! Hands! Four of them. They grabbed my wrist and guided me forward— my ankles were already trembling.

The Max I was seeing now was so different from the one I'm used to— he wasn't wearing his hoodie instead, he was in a suit— quite similar to a rich CEO from those crazy billionaire romance books.

He sat quietly.

“As someone who wants to feel all the pleasure in this life— you should know, no more crying for mercy or begging for a break— do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

I was blindfolded with a rough material that scratched my cheek.

Then I felt them— hands, many of them.

Pulling my arms wide, spreading my legs and fastening cuffs.

“Open her.”

The words came from Max— it was flat and calm like it wasn't a human body he was asking them to “open”.

Fingers forced me open and nearly felt cold air against my skin.

Then—

A wet tongue dragged across me, making me release a gasp.

A hand slapped my thigh and another voice spoke up, mockingly—

“She's already dripping.”

“Of course she is,” Max said. “It's what she signed up for.”

Someone grabbed my chain and forced my mouth open.

“Lick.”

I didn't know who it was but I had to obey.

A big c**k slid into my mouth and I nearly gagged.

“You'll take all of us— no hesitation, no whining. If she whines, torture her.”

“Yes, sir.”

They didn't wait.

Another c**k was shoved between my thighs, he grinded between my lips without entering— he just teased.

“Say it,” Max said.

I hesitated.

He leaned forward, his breath against my ear.

“Say it.”

“I… I want this.”

Laughter filled the room.

“Say it properly.”

“Please I want to be used.”

“Louder.”

“I want to be used!”

I felt a brutal buzzing hum press against my c**t— it was a damn vibrator. I wasn't allowed to moan, a c**k was shoved into my mouth and it moved in and out, hitti

ng the back of my throat.

I managed to scream amidst the gags but they didn't stop— in fact, I felt the pressure from the vibrator increase and three fingers slid into my opening without warning.