Chapter FIve: The Devil

"But who the hell do you think you are?" I finally reacted and took the cigarette from him, throwing it on the floor. I twist my heel over the butt and disintegrate it.

I'm sure my face right now is a poem. I was torn between kissing him or slamming the door in his face. His arrogant and confident attitude makes me fall into his net. I know it, and he knows it, as he smiles cheekily at me. He thinks they have laundry for me or maybe all the money is for me.

He has no fucking idea who he's talking to.

"I have come to seek your services, of course." "The calm with which you say it impresses me." He leans against the wall and looks at me.

His breath hits my nostrils; I can see the scent of whiskey right away.

For the first time I feel self”conscious. It's like their eyes can see right through me.

His damn calm bothers me. It is not exactly a question of asking me the time. If I have learned something over the years, it is that asking for sex is not easy, it is not if you are conscious and if you understand that you can be rejected.

"Well, I'm not available." I move to close the door.

He moves faster and steps in to prevent the door from reaching its destination.

"What the ..."

“I already told you. I am not that type of man who repeats what he says, nor am I to ask twice for what I want.

"I limit myself to giving service to whoever gives me the holy will." "Now I do," a part of me tells me. The first time I had no choice. In the second I was drugged and conditioned to accept it. You are not on my list, sorry.

"Do you prefer the half man who scared you off?" I'm sure he couldn't even undress you.

I clench my fists and take a deep breath.

I have to admit that he has a peculiar way of making himself felt.

"You have no idea what happened between that boy and me," I bite through clenched teeth. Annoys me”. Their reasons for leaving are none of your business.

"I'm not interested either." The only thing that interests me is that you let me possess you.

His confession is strange, even embarrassing to me, which is pathetic considering what I do. I can not say that I sell pleasure to live, no longer. Now it's just a way of being. It is my way of living. I like to please and feel that I have control over myself, over what I have, over the emotions and sensations of others. Even when I get paid for it, I do it knowing that many will not climax with just anyone.

"Come on, we all have a price." I don't know which one is yours, but I assure you I can afford it.

The guy ends up entering the room. I walk backwards. I have dealt with all kinds of idiots in my life, although I admit that I have been tempted to run like that time in the hotel room with Morton Craig. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. And to think that I ended up drugged and tied to a bed because of a moron from whom I accepted a beer.

There was my undoing.

Eager to get home to my brother, the main rule I ignored. Accepting drinks without seeing where they come from. What an idiot and irresponsible I was. Beginners luck. Maybe a strange guy, but not a murderer, saved me that night. I came home in one piece and with three hundred dollars in my pocket. My Joshua's smile was enough for the dirt in my heart and body to dissipate.

I survived for him.

Perhaps the thought that I could die if I did not comply with what Morton asked me made me see that I just had to obey his requirements and end that nightmare. I will never forget his face, his name and the way he looked at me.

"Good," I finally agree. See you in ten minutes at the bar across the street. Touch me I'll give you the contract and then I'll be yours for those hours. "I can't believe I agreed to sleep with this guy."

I do not have sex or have sex with men who are attractive and mysterious to me. It's against my rules. They are dangerous, and this specimen is what would be called the temptation made person.

"No," he approaches, "I love you now and without a contract." I'll pay you three times what you charge. Besides, you will manage to come so many times that it will be difficult for you to remember your name.

Shit.

I'm wet just hearing him speak and to a lesser degree terrified that his words will be fulfilled.

What the hell kind of sick am I?

I do not know how this man can make me a thousand with talking to me. I am practically an expert in the masculine matter.

I don't want her to look flustered. That has always been my problem; how others see me and what the judgment they make causes me, not because of having sex and being paid for it, since discretion is an important part of what I do, but because I hate being seen as weak, since I am not . Not a strand of me is.

"Well, you've got it screwed up, dear." I do not intend to give you pleasure without following my rules. I smile at him and raise my eyebrows. I give you the option to withdraw.

"Who told you that my main interest is that you please me?" “He laughs out loud. The damn thing laughs in my face.

I cross my arms and glare at him. I can't waste any more time, although, judging by what you see in his pants, it's not a waste of time at all.

I slap myself in my mind for the occurrence. I am no longer sure whether I am doing him a service or pleasing myself.

"Let's see, how can I explain it to you, pretty?" "The way you whisper the words ignites my blood ... and makes me want to eat it now."

I know that my eyes betray me, I know it because he gets closer to me. The sparkle in his gaze is one of pure, carnal malice. It conditions me to move until my legs collide with the edge of the bed. Without anticipating it, I fall backwards. In my attempt to stand up so as not to give him an advantage or misunderstandings, he hovers over me and takes my hands. He grips them tight above my head with one hand. Although I try to move them and get away, I can't. Damn little dolls.

"You still don't understand who's in control, beautiful."

“What do you think you're doing? Let me get up, ”I spit at him, but he doesn't flinch.

"To do it your way?" With your absurd rules and your contract nonsense? Haven't you ever broken the rules? Hasn't anyone come to make you skip the clauses?

I look at him and purse my lips.

It's in the middle of my legs.

My movements are in vain. I could have kicked his testicles, but he took good care of himself by putting himself like that. I stand still to see if that way he tires and gets rid of me. Her perfume intoxicates me and I breathe it fully. I can't coordinate a single idea well. He has my eyes locked on hers. I am a prey to his body and to that diabolical magnetism that he has.

—Let's see then how clear everything has become. He runs his free hand up my thighs and gently pushes my panties away. Feel the humidity.

I open my eyes wide at the intrusion and violation of my body. He looks at me, pleased, and smirks.

Shit.

I'm pushing my hips down to intensify the touch.

Just as he got on top of me, with that same agility he came down.

I get up and lean on my elbows. I do not know what to say. I can't conceive of a single coherent idea that makes him leave here or possess me like no one else has in my entire life.

“So what? "He walks to the door." I want to yell at him not to go away and to come finish what he started. We have a deal? “It surprises me.

"Not".

"Yes," I answer, looking into his eyes.

Curse.

I just made a deal with the devil himself.