HIS RULES, HER RUIN

The boxes, stacked precariously on my knee, threatened to topple over with every small movement. I wedged them against the heavy penthouse door, readjusting my thick-rimmed glasses with a shaky hand. After a moment, I balanced the packages and pressed the doorbell. Ding… dong. Silence. "Hello? Your delivery girl is here!" I called out, my voice small and thin. Still nothing. I pulled the slip of paper from my pocket, double-checking the location. Bentley Tower PentHouse. I looked up at the building's facade, seeing the name boldly etched in stone. Here it is, I thought, a quiet sense of victory rising in my chest. I rang the bell again, a bit more insistently this time, but the only response was the deep, echoing quiet of the empty hallway. Curiously, I tried the door knob. To my surprise, it turned easily. I pushed the door open, calling out again. "Hello? The delivery girl is here!" The silence inside was overwhelming. "Wow," I whispered, my eyes wide as I took in the massive, empty lounge room. Gold and glass and polished marble reflected the afternoon light. It was a palace. I felt a pang of awe, but quickly reminded myself of the rules: Deliver and leave. Don't stare. "Hello?" I called out one last time, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. I dropped the packages on a long, plush velvet couch, trying to check upstairs for the resident. I saw a grand staircase leading up and began to climb. I tried several doors, but each one led to a dark, empty room. Just as I was about to give up, I noticed one last door that I hadn't checked. I opened it and froze. A man emerged from what must have been a bathroom. A towel was wrapped loosely around his waist, and water dripped from his wet hair, sliding down a chest sculpted with well-defined muscles. He was devastatingly handsome. My eyes, which had been taking in every detail of his body, suddenly dropped to the massive bulge beneath the towel. My legs instinctively clamped together. He stopped, his eyes—a piercing, icy blue—focusing on me. "Are you just going to stand there and stare?" he asked, his voice a low, sweet rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. My throat went dry. I tried to speak, but the words were trapped. I just stared, my legs rooted to the floor. He took a step toward me. "Are you deaf?" he growled, and a flicker of a cruel smile touched his lips. "I didn't think a nerd girl like you had it in her." I stumbled back a step, but he didn't give me time to think. "Don't make me repeat myself," he said. My heart hammered against my ribs, but some force, something primal, pulled me forward. I walked to him, my brown eyes locked on his blue ones. The towel fell. My eyes widened. I swallowed hard, but it did nothing to moisten my parched throat as I came face to face with the full size of his naked body. "Get out if you don't know what you're doing," he said, his voice now a low hiss of impatience. "I hate girls who are slow and pretend they don't know what to do next." A wave of humiliation washed over me, but before my mind could catch up, my body obeyed. Instinctively, I sank to my knees. He stood motionless as my hands, trembling, reached out and grazed the tip of his c**k. "Do it properly now, or get the hell out of here," he commanded. I took his huge, large erection in my small hand, my fingers wrapping around it. I began to rub him back and forth. "More energy," he said. I rubbed faster, a strange, burning heat building between my legs. "Faster, bitch." I quickened my pace again, my breath coming in short gasps. "Such an obedient slut. Now take that into that slutty mouth." My eyes widened, but I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth and leaned forward. He grasped my hair, his fingers wrapping around the roots. My glasses slipped from my nose and shattered on the ground. He dragged me forward, his c**k plunging deep into my mouth. I nearly choked, but I continued to take him in, my head moving back and forth. I heard his moan of pleasure as I sped up, my body now a conduit for his desire. A hard slap landed on my buttock. "Ow," I gasped. "You only moan when I tell you to," he said, his voice a growl. He slapped me again, and I bit my lip to stop the sound. "Take that off," he said, pointing to my clothes. My mind went blank. The humiliation was so complete I could no longer think. "Stop the act and take off the damn clothes," he yelled. My hands flew to the hem of my simple dress. He smirked as I pulled it off, revealing the worn bra and panties underneath. "Won't you take that off, too?" he asked. "Or do you want me to help you?" I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor, my hardened n*****s exposed to his gaze. I was about to take off my panties when he stopped me. "Stop," he said. He pinched one of my n*****s, and I cried out. He pinched harder, and I bit my lip until I tasted blood. His hand slid down my body, his fingers teasing the wetness through my panties. I shivered. "Damn," I whispered. His hand was a blur of motion, driving me closer to the edge. All of a sudden, his fingers slid into my panties, pushing through the barrier of cloth. "Ahhh!" I screamed, a cry of shock and pleasure. "Hmm," he muttered. "Now go to that bed and spread out that wet pussy." He climbed onto the bed, and I followed, my legs shaking. I felt him tear my panties off. My eyes widened, but before I could react, he plunged two fingers deep inside me. I screamed, biting down on the mattress to keep from crying out. He continued to move his fingers in and out, the pleasure and pain almost unbearable. Suddenly, a loud knock rattled the door. "Hello, Mr. Hawthorne? It's me, Stacy, the girl you ordered for," a voice called out from the hallway. He stopped. His head shot up, and he looked at me, a cold fury in his eyes. "Who the f**k are you, and what are you doing here?" he bellowed. I scrambled off the bed, my shivering legs struggling to hold me up. "Answer me when I'm speaking to you," he snarled, grabbing my jaw. My brown eyes met his cold blue ones. "I... I came here to deliver food," I stammered. "What?" he gasped, letting go of me as if my skin burned him. "Wear your damn clothes and get the f**k out of here now before I lose my patience." I fumbled with my dress, pulling it back over my body. I grabbed my bra from the floor and ran, my bare feet hitting the cold marble as I fled from the room, the apartment, and the man who had just changed my life forever.