THE WIDOWED CEO’S PROSTITUTE

CHAPTER 5

Anne Moore

"Let’s go to bed. I want to show you what it means to feel pleasure, my w***e," he said in a low, raspy voice.

I should feel anger at his words, but I don’t know. All I do is obey. Still in my heels, I walk towards the bed while he stays behind me, his heavy gaze weighing on me.

"Lie down and spread your legs," he ordered.

I followed his command, though I feel embarrassed and try not to be intimidated. I spread my legs and try to focus on my need to be here. I opened my eyes, which had been closed, and saw his gaze burning into me as he started removing his clothes—his shirt, shoes, and then his pants. I see the bulge in his underwear and my eyes widen in fear. I heard his cold laughter.

"You’re going to like it," he said.

I’ve only had s*x once before, when I lost my virginity, and I don’t have much to compare it to. I know that at that moment, I felt nothing but pain.

He walked towards me slowly, like a lion approaching its prey. He came over to me, gave a strong suck on my neck, and I let out a low moan. He took my breasts in his hands, caressing them with his thick fingers, pulling at the hardened n*****s at the end of his touch. His mouth moves down my body to my breasts, and without delay, he takes them into his mouth, sucking them with force and rhythm. His hand moves down to my intimacy, sliding into my panties. At this moment, I don’t even know what I’m thinking, whether it’s wrong or if I should be there. I just focus on the sensations and let out muffled moans.

My tormentor begins to caress my c******s. During my first time, I didn’t experience this kind of pleasure. It feels incredibly good, and I can’t hold back my moans as something inside me explodes after a while. I look at him, not quite understanding, as my body convulses with spasms.

"You came deliciously on my fingers," he says without showing any emotion. He then raises his finger, which was inside me, now shining. Without much thought, I watch as he puts it in his mouth and sucks it. I feel very embarrassed.

"Tasty," he said.

He stood up, removing my panties without saying a word, and looked at my pulsating v****a for a while. I never imagined I’d be here doing this, and even worse, enjoying it. I see him lean towards my intimacy, and my first reaction is to try to close my legs. But he’s quicker than me and, with a bit of brutality, keeps them open. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with shame, as he continued to look at me without looking away. I felt his mouth kiss my thighs, and I screamed. Soon after, without warning, his mouth reaches my intimacy, kissing with desire and sucking on my c******s. At this moment, my mind goes blank, and when he inserts a finger inside me, I scream and collapse again on his finger and mouth. He doesn’t stop, continuing to take all my pleasure.

When he finally feels satisfied, he stands up, removes my heels, and then his black boxer briefs. His member springs out, full of veins and pulsating. It’s huge—if I compare it to the only other man I’ve seen, it’s enormous. I don’t think it will fit inside me.

"It will fit, and you’re going to like it, Little Red Riding Hood," he said, making a reference to being the wolf in my story. I feel that this is very true.

"I don’t know," I managed to say.

"You’re being paid for this now. Get up and come here," he said in a commanding tone, motioning with his c**k.

Despite my fear, I remember the rent and move towards him.

"Kneel."

I wonder what he’s going to do but follow the command.

"Now suck me off and don’t use your teeth," he said. I’m apprehensive but have a strong urge to take him in my mouth.

I take his shaft in my mouth, even though I’m embarrassed, and he lets out a loud groan. His hand goes to my hair, guiding me, and with time, I start to get the hang of it. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but my intimacy throbs. I continue with the motions, hearing some moans escape his mouth. It doesn’t take long before he pulls me up, startling me.

"Did I do it wrong?" I asked, and a sinister smile spread across his face.

"I’m going to f**k you now, and hard," he said, and before I have time to think, I’m turned around and positioned on the bed, on all fours. He guides his member to my entrance, and I think that since it’s the second time, I feel a bit of discomfort. A tear falls, likely from pain or fear. But he feels it and goes slower, stopping when he’s inside me.

"You’re so tight! Are you a virgin?" he asked.

I’m startled and replied, "No, I’m not! This is my second time!" I said.

"f**k! GODDAMN IT!" he shouted, and I didn't understand. I promised, and I’ll keep it, he says, and starts moving slowly.

At first, I felt pain, but when his hand moved to my c******s, a pleasure overwhelmed me and I started to forget everything again. I let out a loud moan this time, and his hand struck my buttocks forcefully.

"Moan loudly, you slut!" he said, delivering another slap. I should have yelled at him for using such disdainful words, but I couldn’t, and I didn’t understand why I was enjoying it. We continued like this until I broke down. He pulled out of me, turned me over, and laid me on the bed. He knelt, placed my feet on his shoulders, and thrust his c**k in forcefully. I screamed, and amidst that back-and-forth motion, I felt my body enter another dimension. He let out a roar, and something overtook me. I’m not very experienced with s*x, but Valentina had told me a few things. I knew he came. His body collapsed against mine, and I heard the rapid beats of his heart.

But it didn’t end there, we had s*x another three times. Me on top of him was very enjoyable—maybe I shouldn’t admit it, but it was indeed sensational. I had only been with that unfortunate ex of mine, who ruined my life, used me, and left me when I needed him the most. My life turned upside down, and here I was with a man I didn’t know, but it was intense and pleasurable in a way I didn’t expect. In the end, we were exhausted and lying down. I was pulled from my thoughts when I saw him get up and, confused, watched him put on his clothes.

"Are you leaving already?" I asked innocently, forgetting that I shouldn’t let anything into my mind. It was the most unfortunate question I could have asked.

He let out a loud, chilling laugh so terrifying it scared me. He looked into my eyes and said the words that would mark my life forever. I never thought I’d go through this; at that moment, I saw what life had in store for me.

"I’ll tell you only once. I don’t sleep with whores. I paid for your p***y for a month, and during this month, you’ll be my b***h. But don’t think that means anything, because what I want from you is only that and nothing more. It meant nothing. You’re a cheap w***e, and I’m the owner of your p***y during this time! Don’t expect anything else, just accept your place as a w***e. You were paid for this—to be used and then discarded. Don’t think there were any feelings involved, because to me, you’re nothing! Don’t confuse things. I’m just the owner of your p***y for this month, nothing more than that! Your p***y is worth money, and I paid, so do your job right next time. That’s why I spent my money, and I expect you to make it worthwhile."

Oh my God, I never thought I’d be so humiliated. I had tears in my eyes, but I tried to hold them back so I wouldn’t seem weaker and more vulnerable. I thought I had already been through difficult times, but this surpassed everything. He left after saying this, without caring about what I was feeling. I had never seen a man so cold, a demon. I felt used and dirty. His words, delivered with an arrogant and haughty tone, left me feeling like trash. I’m not foolish enough to think there were feelings involved, but I thought he at least enjoyed it. I was mistaken. I was treated like garbage. I am garbage. How am I going to endure this month? I asked myself this question, but I wasn’t prepared for what was to come. Everything got much worse in the following days. I made the worst mistake that one can’t make in our world, and the suffering I thought had already reached its peak, collapsed completely.