Broken Lovers

Chapter 6

When the door opened, I knew the blackmailer was standing behind it. I walked in, and the firm click of the lock informed me my only means of escape had been closed off.

"I don't like to wait," he said angrily.

"There was traffic."

"I care not for your excuses, w***e. Next time, leave earlier, or you will pay dearly."

"What more is there to pay than what I’m paying now?" I said spontaneously, receiving a slap across the face for my troubles.

“Don’t EVER answer me back, or it will be the worse for you.”

Before I could recover, he pushed me down onto my knees. I heard and saw a dim outline of him unzipping his pants. I pressed my lips together as tight as I could. I was not going to suck him.

"You won’t change anything by resisting, except to make it worse for yourself.” He placed a hand under my chin and gripped tightly. “Open your mouth, w***e!”

"Please, no. Please let me go," I pleaded, tears beginning to stream down my face.

"Okay, leave,” he replied. “But just think what’ll happen to the woman who raised you when you’re in jail."

"How do you…?"

"How do I know about your mother? He laughed. “I know when you pass wind… Amaya."

I froze with fear.

"I know every move you make. I watch every step you take."  He let my chin go and produced a camera, which he held in front of me. It was a short video of me giving one of the café customers a newspaper. I tried to bluff and brazen my way out of it.

“That shows nothing. It proves nothing,” I said with all the defiance I could muster. “You have nothing on me.” Inside, I desperately wanted to take that recording and change what had happened. But it wasn’t possible. You could see my face and the customer opening the newspaper slowly to check something. My blackmailer had obviously been there recording the whole thing, and I hadn’t known. Bottom line was that the blackmailer had me. I was trapped and at his mercy. If he ever showed that video to anyone, my career and life would end. I had no choice but to comply with his wishes. He took the camera from my hands.

“You see, b***h. You and your life now belong to me.”  

"Why are you doing this?" I blubbed, knowing full well I wouldn’t get an answer.

The blackmailer pulled my hair viciously. His pants were undone and his d**k was hanging out.

“Just do what whores do best,” he said, gripping my chin once more. “You never know, perhaps you’ll find salvation.” So he thought I was dating Liam for his money and status. I couldn't say I wasn’t enjoying the lifestyle Liam was giving me, or that I loved him, but I liked him. And he was the person who was ultimately financing my mom’s improved quality of life.

I took the blackmailer’s c**k and began to suck it mechanically, halfheartedly. I felt that my mouth was disconnected from the rest of my body, but if that was what it took to get my life back, I’d do it. After all, what choice did I have? A slave never disobeys her master. As he pushed himself towards my throat, it occurred to me that he was bigger than Liam, in girth and in length. I was having difficulty breathing and saliva was running freely down my chin, dripping onto my white top and making it wet. His breathing grew heavy and his thrusting picked up speed, f*****g my mouth with anger. He was getting close. And after another minute, which felt like hours, he gave one last violent jerk and unloaded. I coughed and gagged, but he tried to hold my head in place. However, I found some strength from somewhere, broke free and spat out the semen that hadn’t gone down my throat. As I knelt before him, trying to vomit, he laughed.