Love me evermore

It was dusk as I opened my eyes; there were about six other whores that cuddled together for warmth. I pulled the blanket around my shoulders and nestled into them. I try to blink my eyes awaken from their drowsy drugged state, but I drifted off once more, nothing new just annoyed as always from the shots they gave earlier me in the day. The next thing I knew the door snapped open; the whores stared at the guards with huge animal eyes. Brutal men quickly snatched three by their arms, the girls left in the huddle wailed and tried to hold on to their friends. One guard that I hadn’t seen enter yanked me to my feet, the blanket falling off to replaced with the bitter chill of the air. The guard pinches my ass and pulling me along with the cluster. They lead the four of us to a small grim room with a window. It’s more like a mirror; I can watch these sluts just like the bargain hunters on the other side of this glass. A thin blonde stood shaking looking at the ground, I think she’s a fresh one. The other younger two that look alike stay close to each other for reassurance. A woman about thirty leaned against the back wall observing the mirror-like myself. I could make out myself in the reflection, a girl with filthy wild chestnut hair, bronzed skin, and olive eyes. Even if I couldn’t see myself with my hazy visions and though my clothing was less than modest, I felt pleased. I’m glad that I survived this far, the tracks on my arms show my real worth but I still don’t feel that I altered into what Benedetto wanted me to be. I smiled at myself, and I sensed something warm inside my chest. As though someone smiled back from the other side, so strange that's never happened before. My eyes darted down in confusion as I waited, deicing an hour later it would be a time lag. I settled in the corner with my knees to my chest. I knew my behind and panties were seeable, but I might as well show off my wares. My head felt light again, and I dozed off. I flinched to awareness, blinking in the window's image. A deafening buzzing noise sounded as the door skid open, the bastard himself appeared with his eyes landing on me. “Well, pretty, you’ve seemed to have besotted a very wealthy aristocrat. He wants a test run with you. Lucky, don’t you say?” Benedetto said, as held out his hand to me smirking. I looked away with a sneer. “A true nobleman would not be in a place like this, dealing with a man like you,” I said. I hear gasps from the other women as I’m swiftly brought to my feet and forced to stare into pale his face. He squeezes my forearms with an unbreakable grip but I stare back unmoved. “If he was not still on the other side still watching you, I would pound the s**t out of you.” He whispered as he clutched the back of my neck leading me out. I glanced at the window, wondering if the man is still there. As the door shut with a clunk, Benedetto growled as he tightened his hand around my neck. “If that fool didn’t pay upfront just for the night, god-… He wants you I’m sure but it’ll be a heavy price for him to take you away from me, pretty.” He patted my head leaving me in a washroom amongst elderly women pouring a bath. One crone came up to undress me but I declined. I glide the dress straps off each of my shoulders downward stepping out of the fabric. I plummet asleep in the tub as they rinse my hair in hot water and my body washed of impurities, the drugs from the daylight wear off and I regain full clearness. I’m shaved down by two bags as I come back from the needed rest. They gently dry my hair and cut my nails, putting on a clear coat. There was no dress sent as usual instead a robe with solid navy blue cuffed in crimson was brought. The crones cooed over as I tied the waist of the relaxed cloth. I’m reunited by a guard and that bastard blonde. Benedetto had an insulting smirk on his mug and escorts me to the elevator. While we stand there, he brushed his hand down my spine as I glared at the number as we ascend. The top floor is for the best clients with thick ruby walls and gold-plated sconces lined the small corridor. There are four rooms with broad wooden entrances and in front of the second door on the left stood two men. They turned from their convention as the elevator dinged, Benedetto’s eyebrows frowned nodding to the guard. The guard clutched my arm as we stride towards them, Benedetto approached the darker bald man first. He was wearing sunglasses, a half-cut coat that showed his abs proudly and tight pants. The younger man wearing his brown mop slicked back with an open black suit a skinny matching bow around his nape. “May I ask what this gathering is? Is there a problem?” Benedetto asked sharply. “No, Monsieur, but my master has inquired that we examine the mademoiselle before she may enter.” The darker man said plainly. They took me aback for a moment but then I couldn’t blame the man. You can never know what you paid for. Benedetto barked, “He paid only for himself! If he wanted over one to-.” “We are not to touch her. We only need to see if she’s in good health.” The first man who spoke answered. Benedetto gritted his teeth darting his eyes back at me. I came towards them with my head bent, undoing my silky belt and opening the front. My breasts were generously rounded, small dark thick n*****s and curved hips with full thighs. Benedetto's hand came down to spread the lips of my s*x, I shut my eyes trying not to show discomfort. “Satisfied? Not a mark, nor blemish. Tell your master that!” Benedetto said. The darker man held up his hand with a strong frown on his face, “Good. She may enter.” I fasten my belt as the door opens and shuts behind quietly. The dim suite furnished with a dusky wood four-post bed, the plush covers pulled back and a long curved couch comes in to view. The nobleman sits in the curve with his elbows on his knees and his hands have large tar rings with matching lines, diamonds on his knuckles that lead to tips of finely filed nails. His white neatly sewed shirt is unbuttoned showing odd markings on his chest, I couldn’t make them out in the lighting but he still wears his pants. An ebony rich mane flowed over his shoulders and forehead hiding his eyes, but his skin was most baffling. It was a pale blue, an unnatural tint for the skin but his build was athletic. I stepped back hesitant only to have him rise; a strong regal face with a pointed goatee presented itself. A pair of red and yellow-green sharply stared down at me from his full height. Then a moment later, he showed a pleased grin, and a deeply bowed. I lifted the sides of my wrap making a small dip, why would a man like this be buying women? I’m sure any woman would gladly please him. “Your Grace, I did not wish to bother you as you were in thought. Pardon me.” I said lowly. He elegantly walked over, tilting my chin. His eyes looked lost and deprived of all life, but his lips twisted in a steady smile. “Now, sweet dove, you mustn’t worry about what older men like I do. Though I was not brooding instead I was observing you, such a charming form.” His voice clear and earnest as a slim hand finds my hip. Frost leaked from his hand into my skin; I shudder as his eyes grow shadowy though he knows I’m wary of him. “My lord might I… I know what they call you?” “Don’t concern yourself with names, I will not ask for yours until you know mine. Come.” The noble lead me to where he sat, only a crack of the cushions kept us apart. He lifts a glass of red wine from the russet table and tips it my way. He sipped on the alcohol, his eyes traveling down me. He wasn’t intoxicated I’m certain, just the first glass of the night. I sat back with my hand traveling to his leg. “Where do they make such lovely ladies as you?” He says, the last of the wine being swirled in his hand. “Only in the South of France, I was born in a small village outside of Catalonia. Though… There is no village now.” I said, pulling back my hand. I seemed to have struck a chord in the man. He sat up and looked stunned, with lips parted setting the glass in its place. “Catalonia..? What brought you here, to live in such a place as this? Is no one searching for you?” “No,” I bowed my head, “they ransacked my village when I was twelve and my family died, the rest of my village ended up burnt alive or in places like this.” He cupped my cheek with a chilling hand, pity touched him and “You have nothing to do with what happened to you as a child. There’s a deep force in the world that preys on the weak and exposed humble lives, other selfish humans. You understand this by now. Though you have suffered much and sinned more so, your services are not to be prolonged here.” I felt a tingle of melancholy, “So I can come to give myself to you, my lord?” “I would hope, but I have to know how well trained you are.” He smirked, his arms enclosing me to his icy chest lifting my face to his, smelling his fresh air of alcohol. “Surrender yourself to me and the rest of your life will be paradise.” I close my eyes and his beginnings to explore. He moves my hair from my neck, his lips grazing the skin. The noble’s hands glided slowly over the curves of my waist to find their way up to my swelling breasts, moving the robe from my shoulders. He teases them to harden, taking time with each of n****e. I moaned as I drape my arms around his covered neck, my head resting on his velvety hair. I rubbed the back of his neck to relax him for a few moments. Soon my hand slipped down his shoulder to feel his smoothed torso. I progressed to his crotch, pressing my palm against his hardness and fumbling the tip. He groaned dragging away from my neck to passionately attacks my mouth. Pressing his tongue against my mouth it made me vulnerable as he made himself known between my lips tangling tongues, roughly grabbing my breast. He leaned back as he undid the zipper bringing out his thick stiff length with a dark lust in his eyes. I shrugged off the robe taking him in hand licking my lips. I lower my lips letting my breath arouse the c**k head, taking his salty foreskin gently nibbling at it. From the hilt up my tongue coats the c**k with saliva, gently my mouth took him and brings in a mouthful. His lips part as he tenderly strokes my hair. I couldn’t take it all at once; I wrap my hand around twisting slowly down the shaft. He seizes my hand and my head flies up, “No hands just a taste.” He snarled. I start to suck the tip again leisurely. I’m forced down the c**k his hands now tousled in my hair. He brings me up letting me have a merciful breath a moment before stuffing back into my throat. I moaned looking up at him and finding his hairy sack to grasp at. He grins back at me continuing to gag my throat the nobles half-lidded eyes watching sharp fangs gleaming. He dragged out his thrusts before heaving my face up to caress me. He tugged me into his lap to face him my legs are bent at the sides of his thighs. He took the base of his length teasing my opening until it received. He shoved himself compactly inside as I whimpered trying to move upward. His handheld me still as my ass struck and gripped. “You're mine now, merely my w***e for the rest of your days.” He groaned, eyes locking with mine, shoving in rapidly. I gripped the couch letting lewd sounds come from the noble while I pant. I would suppose I would be more into it if Benedetto hadn't bet him to the deed. He takes my n****e in his mouth suckling and playfully nibbling with sharp teeth. I felt that I was ready for release, my muscles constricting around his pulsing c**k. He glares up at me groaning against my n****e. He kept himself still as I orgasm with a vulgar shriek, resting my face on his shoulder and my mouth sagging. He wrapped his arms around me and stood snuggly in my cavity, laying me on the couch. He tossed my leg over his shoulder, leaving the other dangling off. He jolted back to pumping once more and his hand goes slickly around my neck, beholding my sweaty flesh in dim light. My hands find his forearms as I clasp onto them. He started grunting thrusting against the back of my s*x as forcefully as he could. He finally empties his seed out so deep against the back with a murmur, his elbows resting on the couch arm. His eyes reopened; red burning passion, the other cool crisp green. He pulled out with a sated sigh, going over the lips of my wet s*x with cold fingertips, “Keep it all inside, and don’t let a drop discharge.” His fingers play with the nub making my insides tense as I make little sighs; he takes his damp fingers and savors them. The man hovers over me as I sluggishly regained my breathing, my lord’s lips meeting mine harmoniously. He raises putting his limp length away and I’m lifted into his arms taken over to the bed. He sits me down and takes the hairbrush on the bedside table, running it through my thick hair. “Are you content with me, my lord? Am I well suited for your taste?” I say staring at my hands, praying that he had it still in mind to take me away. “How can I not be, your soul is willing and your body is flawlessly lush, You have nothing to fear, child, I am a man of my word.” “Then your name, sir?” I say. He heartily laughs a rich soothing sound. “Will tomorrow suit you to learn my identity?” The noble said lightly. I nod, “I’ll hold it to you. But I have to ask something, you’re Grace.” I turned back to look into those dying orbs, “Oh? What is it, child?” “I don’t… Why are you purchasing me, so lowly and without a title? Why not find a loaded man’s daughter to lie with, a virgin at that.” “Purity is a costly thing, but it leads to ignorance and pain. It is nourished, and a chosen few feel it in the blissfulness of youth. I care not about names of entitlement or the fact that your birth dictates what you can be in the world. It’s simpler for me to take a woman of experience than a girl who lacks the know-how.” He skims his nails down my spine, along with scars that ache, “Now I must ask you something. How did you earn these?” I cast my eyes away to hide my humiliation, “When a client is displeased, that blonde would beat me with an electric whip and sometimes I think he did it to watch me suffer. He’s done an unspeakable thing to my emotions and body. He tore me away from my home, defiled me and mocks me every chance he gets.” I feel a full kiss on my neck. “Don’t think about it, with all the years ahead of you there’s nothing to dread or want for. I will be your protector and all you have to do is submit to me.” “Oui, my lord.” “Good, now rest. I will collect you at daybreak.” He rises but my hand flies up to his arm, something I’ve never done before. Somehow I shed tears, “Please don’t go, my lord. I am afraid since it’s my final night here, he might try to have his way with me.” His look softens as he wipes my eyes with his sleeve, softly pulling me to down to his hold. “Shush, I won’t leave you defenseless. I cannot delay the whole night but I will stay until you are sleeping.” - The girl siestas after weeping in his shirt; it’s stained with her waters. He moves away from her unhurriedly and enfolding her in the covers. He wishes he could sleep next to her, but peaceful night's rest is something he scarcely yearned for. He saunters buttoning up to fetch his woolen coat, flames running from the blood-red cuffs. Pulling the coat on, he looks back at his young lover. He was old enough to be her father, but something about girlish bosoms had provoked a strong s****l prowess. He observed these countless nights, coming to understand that he wanted to feel his formative years since he felt a woman’s touch when he was a young lad. He thought back to the first prostitute he secured, juvenile and plum. He had to pay extra for bruising her badly, but it was the first time he had a woman in a decade and to him was worth it. This girl certainly got it lighter than the plumper one. He unfastens the door met by his servants, both falling to one knee with a fist to the chest. He nodded touching each on the shoulder to get up. He scrutinized the men, knowing full well that they overheard his lovemaking and saw his newest doll in her nakedness. “Stand guard, no one enters.” He commanded. “Yes, Excellency.” The man passes the bowing servants to take the stairs, coming to the office of the girl’s previous owner. He opens to find the boy asleep, his head on the decrypted desk holding a flask and drool pouring from his mouth. In his hand, he gripped a blue cloth the color of the older man’s skin. A smile spread across the face of the noble, his friend reminding me it was not the time. The noble rapped his knuckles on the desk, Benedetto snorted awake and squinted his eyes. He smirked grabbing the flask and swigging the rest down. “So was it? Pretty is my favorite. We have been attached since I found her as a child. It’s gonna take a lot to get her off my hands.” The noble grimaced, “I beg to differ. The tale she told was much unlike what you say.” Benedetto scowled back at the old man, waving the flask, “Well it was better on my end than hers. But she’s fervent, that’s the winner.” “Was she keen for the whip? You should have thought about her resale value before you blatantly ruined her skin.” The boy snickered, “She was, I treasured to watch her wriggle like a worm.” The noble clinched his fangs, this sick child of sin and the bastard son of his rival. He would have liked to s***h him across the face and to let him feel his wrath but he composed himself. His friend told him to wait and come for him later when the boy would beg for his hideous soul. “The price for her body?” Benedetto sighed, hoping the man would share details of the past hours, “Fifteen thousand.” The noble pulled a bundle of currencies from the inside pocket of his coat, totaling it out as Benedetto stared in amazement. The money was thrown onto the desk with a glare from the aristocrat, “An extra thousand to make sure you stay away from my doll.” The young man leered, “Oh, I can’t even say goodbye to her? How cruel, Monsieur.” He didn’t respond, slamming the door and starting his descent. He could hear moans coming from the other side of doors he passed, and he felt something grown inside his numb chest. His friend had awakened, his wakefulness blooming with more profound knowledge. An exhale went through the noble’s mind as he mentally welcomed the demon. My friend, you still are not satisfied. Flesh and bones can only give solace for only so long. Come now, don’t make that face, I didn’t say that I lacked enjoyment with the girl. When your feeble body and she makes a new life, the child will be mine, the fair is fair. If she ever bares my sons or daughters, I’ll hide my mistress where she will never be located, even by you. The demon laughed back into silence as his host went into the fog to his black carriage, a purple luminosity could be spotted from the window as it hauled off.