Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(16)
“Does that bother you?” He asks me, raising his eyebrow in my direction.
“I find it disgusting that a married man would go to such lengths to cheat on his wife, Sir.”
“I have my reasons.” He glares at me.
“Whatever the reasons may be, it’s no excuse to cheat on your wife. You could just divorce her.” I shrug.
“You are not paid to chat and try to pick my brains. You’re here to be my little slut for the night so let’s get things going.” He motions for me to walk in front of him, stopping me when I reach some double doors. I stand by them and wait for him to open them, guys like this usually like to be in control. Asshole. “Are you going to shut up now?” I nod, annoyed with his snobby attitude. “Good.” He opens the door and motions for me to walk down a set of stairs. I do so and carefully as I try to not to break my ankle or neck. It looks like a real dungeon down here, like the ones you read about in books. It’s a dark room complete with a table in the middle of it and a wooden cross resting against the back wall. The walls are lines with various sex toys and torture devices that I didn’t even know existed.
“What’s this place, Sir?” I ask as I hold onto the wall so I don’t fall over.
“I told you to shut up.” The man groans and I hear his footsteps echo behind me as he follows me down the stairs. At least I didn’t hear him lock the doors so I might actually have a chance to escape.
“I’m not trying to f*cking pick your brains. I’m just asking a normal question. For f*ck’s sake.” I huff.
“I love a woman with attitude and a foul mouth, they are a lot more fun to make submit and punish.”
“You’re into that kind of kinky shit, aren’t you?” I look at him with a disgusted expression on my face.
“You guessed it, Babe.” He flashes me a creepy leer before walking over to a counter in the far corner.
“Lucky me,” I mutter.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” I look around, suddenly worried for my own safety. I need to get the hell out of this place as soon as possible.
“Right. Drink?”
“Please. If I have to go through with any of this then I’ll need some alcohol in me.” I tell him trying not to sound scared for my life, as I gesture at the crops and paddles.
“You’ll love it.” He pours me a drink at the bar on the far side of the room and struts over to me before handing me the glass.
“I doubt it, I’m not into kinky bullshit and pain play.” I take a tentative sip of my drink. “Whiskey?” I cough before frowning at the strength of the alcohol in my glass.
“Yes. Not the normal shit you find in stores, this is the good kind.” He smiles, looking incredibly proud of himself. Rich bastard.
“Good for you.” I pat his shoulder and finish the glass. Oh shit, probably shouldn’t have done that. It’s burning my throat as it makes its way to my stomach, making my eyes water. I f*cking hate whiskey. I hand him back the glass and place my small clutch on the table at the bottom of the stairs. I go to take off my shoes but he stops me.
“Don’t. I love a woman in heels, especially if she’s lying down underneath me with her legs spread and completely at my mercy.” Fucking weirdo! I get that every man has their fantasy but he is just down right creepy. I’ve been lucky enough not to end up with that many weirdos, but he’s definitely stealing the top spot.
“Okay…” I walk back to the client, feeling the effect of the whiskey instantly. My mouth is going numb and my head is spinning already. I’m not a lightweight by any means, to get through this job you have to drink, a lot and us working girls drink more than we should, but that’s our only way to cope and get through the nights.
“You alright, Babe?” He smirks and helps me up onto a table that’s in the middle of the room.
“Yeah, fine, just dizzy.” I sit up and find myself feeling even dizzier, but he pushes me back down again.
“Lie down, it’ll go away.” He quickly removes my dress and brushes his fingers over my body, tracing my every curve before stopping between my legs. He makes quick work of my lace thong and starts playing with my clit. I feel light and heavy at the same time, like I’m floating but weigh a ton. He grabs a hold of my right ankle and places my foot in something that I can’t see thanks to my now blurry vision. He repeats the process with my left foot. “You look so beautiful, all spread nicely for me.” I feel him whisper against my * before he licks along my slit and sucks on my clit. I want to push him away and stop, but it feels too f*cking good. I disgust myself; how can I actually be enjoying what this sick bastard is doing to me?
All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain on my ass. I don’t know if I had blacked out or fainted, but this harsh pain brought me back to my senses instantly. I try to take in my surroundings and notice that I’m now on my stomach, bent over the table I was originally lying on with my client leaning over me, effectively pinning me to the table.
“What are you doing?” I shriek in pain.
“Shut up, you f*cking whore!” My client bellows at me and hits me again. I scream in pain and try to move away, but the pressure on my back increases tenfold. The sting on my ass tells me that he’s now using one of the paddles from earlier. But this isn’t any normal paddle, if the pain caused on impact is anything to go by, I’d say this one has spikes on it.