Chapter Nineteen
I was scrubbed, dressed, and waiting for the intercom to tell me my client had arrived. I had a pretty good idea I was in for a doozy. Will and Beverly had both been in the foyer when Andrew dropped me off, and both of them looked less than happy.
"Marri, your client is here." It was Will, so at least there was some hope. Plus, it was probable I'd been matched with the client before I'd even gotten back. But the room and the outfit weren't very reassuring, to say the least.
I was totally naked except for a collar and a robe. The collar had a ring on it I could only assume was for a leash. I was going to play the part of a submissive girl and I hoped I was up to it.
I walked out of my room, passing by a table covered with whips, paddles, clamps, dildos, and vibrators and under a set of suspended chains, restraints dangling at the ends. I shuddered, trying to imagine just what was in store. Although I was probably better off not thinking about it.
I went down to the foyer and saw Will standing there with a dark-haired man. I walked over to them and Will glanced at the collar, a strange look in his eyes. "Marri, this is Cliff, your client for the evening."
I looked into Cliff's dead eyes and forced a smile. "Hello."
His eyes flashed. "Don't speak to me, woman. Not one word."
He said "woman" like it was a curse or something dirty. Yeah, I was in for quite a night, all right. I glanced briefly at Will, and I could have sworn he was suppressing a smile.
"Well, then, I'll leave you to it," Will said, handing a leather leash to him.
Cliff took it and snapped his fingers at me. I forced down my pride and indignation and stepped in front of him, my eyes cast downward. He clipped the leash onto the collar and gave it a sharp yank, forcing me to my knees.
"Take off that robe, woman."
I did as he said, well aware my face had flushed dark crimson. Thankfully, there was only Will and Beverly and one other client in the foyer to see my humiliation.
Cliff tugged the leash again, hauling me back up to my feet. I stood there, naked and exposed, and he never said a word. He just shoved me toward the stairs, following me on a very short tether.
We went into my room and he sat down on the bed, staring at me and clutching the leash. I kept my eyes glued to the floor, almost afraid of what he'd do if I didn't. At least a full minute passed like that and I was getting more and more nervous with each passing second.
Finally, he stood up and opened his pants. He dropped them to the floor and jerked the leash again, putting me back on my knees. He pulled his hard dick out and said, "Blowjob. Now."
Obediently, I sucked his cock into my mouth. I tried to cup his balls, but he slapped my hands away. "You will do what I tell you, when I tell you, exactly how I tell you. Now suck."
I started twirling my tongue around the head and he slapped me again, this time on the face. "Suck, woman."
I went back to sucking, my cheek tingling from the blow and tears brimming in my eyes. He grabbed the hair on the top of my head with his free hand and jammed his dick down my throat, gagging me and cutting off my air. I struggled to pull away, but he held fast, fucking my mouth hard.
Before I could really panic, he let me catch my breath. Then it started all over again. This went on for nearly ten minutes before he rammed his dick in as far as he could, cumming down my throat, forcing me to swallow.
A few stray dribbles slid out of my mouth when he pulled out, but he didn't seem to care. He tucked his rod back into his boxers and pulled his pants on. I allowed myself to relax a little since it looked like he was leaving.
I should have known better.
He pulled me to my feet and pushed me toward the hanging restraints. I kept staring at the floor as he yanked my hands up and clicked the cuffs into place. He unhooked the leash and dropped it to the floor before kicking my legs apart.
This position was very uncomfortable and it put my weight mostly on the front of my feet, just short of forcing me to go tiptoe. He circled me, his arms hanging loose at his sides and his pace slow and calculating. I knew he was going to beat me and given his demeanor, I could only hope it wouldn't be more than I could stand.
Eagles everywhere indeed.
