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.
As he paced, he kept up a running monologue, one so full of hate and scorn it almost made me feel sorry for him. Somewhere along the way, a woman had hurt him big time, and he intended to take it out on every woman he met for the rest of his life.
"Women are all the same. Heartless, cruel liars, every single one. The only thing a woman is good for is fucking, and even then they can't shut up.
"No women talk to me. They don't deserve it. No little cumbucket whore deserves to even look at me. Not one is worth the air they breathe. They should all be locked up and kept away unless a man needs a good fuck."
The feminist in me was shaking in rage. I was literally biting my tongue to keep back the retorts and my hands were clenched into tight fists, the nails cutting into the palms. Job or not, client or not, I wouldn't be able to listen to much more without losing it completely.
He picked up a heavy flogger on his way past the table and began swinging it aimlessly as he walked. My eyes followed it as he kept on circling until he finally stopped behind me. I shivered in anticipation, as he stood perfectly still and dead silent, using the unknown to torment me.
Without warning, the flogger crashed into my ass. I screamed both from pain and surprise, the skin already throbbing. He grabbed my hair and yanked down, forcing my face up toward the ceiling, and started murmuring into my ear as I squeezed my eyes shut.
"You're worthless. You're nothing but a piece of meat. You're a disgusting, cum-drinking slut just like all the rest. And I'm gonna beat you 'til you bleed for it."
He shoved my head forward, releasing my hair, and commenced. Each blow was hard enough to knock me over if the chains hadn't held me up, and each one made me cry out. Tears were flowing freely down my cheeks and each lash was accompanied by yet another degrading, terrible remark, adding to my humiliation.
Finally, he stopped, dropping the flogger and coming around in front of me. I looked up at him defiantly, all pity I might have felt long gone. He glared at me and picked up a thick leather strap.
"Don't you dare look at me," he growled, but I didn't even blink. He aimed the strap at my left breast and smacked it down, sending new waves of pain through my body. I yelped but kept my eyes glued to his. He slapped the right one, leaving a matching welt.
He raised it again and paused, giving me time to reconsider. But I didn't. My pride was back in full force and I wasn't about to give in.
A few seconds passed and Cliff narrowed his eyes. He lowered his arm, making me actually think I'd won that round. I was wrong. He brought the strap up squarely between my legs, crashing into my cunt and making scream and jump.
