Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Having to walk through dangerous neighborhoods to get to the bus stop hasn’t been fun, and it’s a miracle that some random, seedy asshole hasn’t already tried to steal my virginity on my walks home from work. Just knowing that I’ll be able to afford safety is enough to make me feel comfortable about going through with this.
I’ve totally got this.
The door suddenly opens, and my heart stammers as two men enter the room, immediately dousing the fire of confidence I’d just lit.
They’re both wearing half masks just as I am, but theirs are just plain black ones. No distinguishing designs or cute animal shapes—just black, dark as night. In the low light, their forms are intimidating. They’re both wearing slate gray T-shirts and dark denim jeans, their outfits fitting enough to showcase every cut of muscle hiding beneath the fabric. Two pairs of dark brown eyes silently observe me beneath the leather masks, and I squirm under their gaze.
Maybe… this isn’t such a good idea after all.
Nor is getting evicted, I mentally tell myself. The longer I look at these guys, the more I wish I’d asked for that double shot of whiskey earlier.
I clear my throat when it becomes apparent that they’re waiting for me to speak or do something.
“I’m Kitten,” I finally say, hoping they don’t notice the way my voice trembles with nerves. “And I’m all yours for the next two hours.”
Their presence is all-consuming, their intense gazes promising both pain and pleasure. The whole interaction feels so awkward and impersonal, which isn’t how it’s portrayed in all the videos I’d watched to prepare. It only goes to further prove that porn is a mere fantasy because, so far, there’s nothing sexy about what’s happening. More like terrifying.
The men take a couple of steps forward. They are yet to speak. It’s all business with them; there’s no weird small talk or warming up to the inevitable. They make their intentions clear as they start to remove their clothes.
They’re only here to fuck me. Nothing more; nothing less.
They stand before me, and I can’t help but stare at them in awe. They both look as if they’re carved from the most exquisite marble money can buy, their bodies a work of art. Every cut of muscle makes my fingertips tingle at the thought of running my hands along them, but my lungs nearly collapse when my gaze falls to their thick dicks that appear to grow before my eyes.
What the hell did I get myself into?
The taller one of the two tilts his head to the side when I remain frozen in my spot on the bed.
“I don’t think we’re paying you to just stare at us, Kitten,” he says, and there is something familiar about his voice.
I draw my eyebrows together. Do I know these men? I stare at them a moment longer, inspecting the faces behind their masks. No, there is no way I know them.
“Kitten?” He repeats. The way he says my name is almost menacing, similar to the way a predator may taunt their prey before they go in for the kill. “What? Scared already?”
His playful question makes me tremble, but I don’t want them to know how terrified I really am.
I swallow the knot of fear lodged in my throat, and shake my head. I can’t afford to lose this opportunity, not when I’m so close to changing my life.
“No. I can handle it,” I say, glad that my voice comes out more confident than I feel. “But before we start, we should establish a safe word.”
They look at each other, their eyes seeming to communicate something I’m not privy to. After a brief moment, they both focus on me.
“What do you want to say when you tap out?”
The question is simple enough, but his tone is condescending, as if he expects me to tuck my tail and run before we even start. I suck in a quick breath and force myself to stay calm.
“Rose,” I state.
“Rose it is,” one of them says. He reaches down and palms his hardening cock, his eyes never leaving me. “Well, unless you want to use that safe word now, let’s not waste anymore time. Strip.”
I nod my understanding and stand on shaky legs. My moral compass screams that it’s not too late to make a run for it, but my mind constantly reminds me that it’s a necessary sacrifice.
Their eyes never leave my body as I peel myself out of the skintight dress and toss it aside. I nervously lick my lips when their cocks pull my attention once more, both of them hard and ready to destroy me the moment I give them the green light. I definitely hadn’t practiced with anything that size, and I mentally curse myself for not making the trip to Whole Foods to find bigger cucumbers than the one I’d gotten from the cheaper store.