Kira's P.O.V~
After a minute of waiting, I am exposed to his decent face. His innocence reflects through his dilly-dally clothes. "You asked for me!"
I'm able to look at his face apparently since he's all cleaned up now. His hair is a little long, and his black eyes are glimmering, making them a splendid pairing for his white skin.
He's quite taller than me but still unnourished. His features compliment his gentle aura, but not his husky voice, which captures my attention a lot!
"I -I wanted to talk to you!" His cold but frightened voice causes me both pain and pleasure.
"Let's eat first! We can talk after." I take a seat on the couch near the bed, examining the thoroughly intact room. He has made no fuss with the belongings.
He's still standing, fidgeting with his hands tucked behind him. His white shirt and short pants presented me with his many unhealed wounds.
"Sit! Moksh, right? That's your name!" With a greeting voice, I welcome both him and the maid, bringing us food.
"I heard you ate nothing. My aunty cooks the best chicken. You'll know after you eat!"
His eyes are bothered as he watches me scoop out the chicken for both of us. "Why are you still standing? Come sit here!" He is feeble and timid, but spunky.
"Why are you doing this?" His speech is loathsome. He speaks as quickly as he sets the spoon down.
"What do you mean?"
"Trying to be nice! I know who you are! Just tell me why did you buy me and stop your act!"
"You know me?" He may be stern, but he hasn't provoked me yet. "You're just another rich brat! All you care about is money.
Scoffing, I say. "Huh, a typical assumption about rich people!"
"Is that what it is? I'm here for your pleasure, right?"
With my addressing steps, I determined to walk out, but his strong, hurtful words stopped me. "Tell me, why am I here? Are you going to kill me? Just the way you killed your parents?"
"What did you say?" I didn't recognize how, but I'm choking his throat abruptly. He is afraid but still stands his ground.
"Aren't you the one who killed them? I heard it on the news! It was you and you're going to do the same to me!"
Moksh's P.O.V~
Her voice, and expressions, from calm to stingy, changed. Her forceful grip on my throat is narrowing with my words. "Alright! You want to be a slut so bad, right? Then let's make you one!"
I'm drawn down on my knees. She dragged the chair and sat as she plunges her fingers inside my mouth.
"This is what you did there, right? With men and women, Then, this is what you'll do here as well!"
She immediately draws her white office pants off as she extends her legs wider, reflecting on what I've seen so many times. I knew she wasn't any different, and she proved it.
She yanks my hair stronger, which hurts, and shoves my face into her entrance. "I'm not raping you! I'm taking what I paid for. You're just a slut and you'll be that way! Until I kill you, as I did to my parents!"
"You better do a good job or you'll be killed!" I'm obliged to flick my tongue inside her. Her grip on my strands is not fading off with her growing moans.
She tugs me close to clutch my face with her thighs, leaves me there sucking, breathless, and later, pushes my face aside, laughing at my flushed face.
"Now I get it! Why! You are beautiful, a wonderful whore! That's why you were very famous there!"
Her cruelty on my head increases with her advancing orgasm. She's close! I can tell by her moans.
Her body jitters and her moans are growing louder as she releases in my mouth. "Don't you dare spit it out!"
She clutches my jaw, throwing me back on the floor, adding, "I paid, even for that filthy mouth of yours!"
"You wanted to know why right? This is it! I'll use you whenever I see fit, however, I see fit, and you'll be used until I'm bored with you! Only then! Only then, I might let you go!" She left with the thudding sound of the door.
