Chapter 4 #2
He stepped in front of me, towering over me with this dominating energy that sent all the blood in my body straight to my cock. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his chiseled chest, as it hit me. He'd used his silk tie to bind my wrists.
Like, who even does that in real life?
I sucked in a breath as he undid his belt and pulled his pants down a bit, his hard cock right there in my face.
It bobbed there, eight inches of uncut, angry muscle. “Open your mouth.”
I looked up, unable to tear my eyes away from him.
His blond hair framed his face like a halo.
A dark angel, I thought as he grabbed my hair, pushing my head forward.
I took him in my mouth, and wow—the taste was sharp and kinda primal.
Salt, musk, and something that matched his fancy cologne.
He felt heavy on my tongue, this weird contrast between smooth skin and rock-hard everything else.
When he pushed deeper, the head hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, my eyes watering.
The silk tie bit into my wrists when I pulled against it, expensive fabric that felt soft but didn't give at all.
Kind of like its owner.
But he didn't stop. He fucked my mouth with this relentless rhythm, each thrust saying “I own you right now.” The weight of him in my mouth was overwhelming, but kinda empowering too? Each inch was like a challenge, and I wanted to show him I could handle it.
His pleasure would be my victory.
But he didn't seem satisfied. “Deeper,” he growled, gripping my hair in both hands, guiding my head forward. I gasped as he forced himself further down my throat.
It was intense. The cold hardness of the tile pressed against my knees, sending numbing pain shooting up my thighs.
Our sounds filled the room—his controlled breathing, my desperate gulps for air, the obscene wet noises as he used my mouth.
Everything kind of blurred together, and I couldn't tell if I was into it or totally freaking out.
My body definitely had its own ideas though, getting hard even while my brain was like, what the actual hell am I doing? One minute I was thinking this is a job, just a job, and the next, I was weirdly getting into the rhythm he set, feeling this dumb rush of pride when I heard his breath catch.
It was too much, too intense.
A part of me, a part I barely recognized, craved this surrender, this simplicity of existing solely for someone else's pleasure.
My head was spinning from all the mixed signals I was sending myself.
The room was full of his heavy breathing and wet sounds. “Mon Dieu, oui... Yes.” The duke groaned, sounding super turned on, his grip on my hair getting tighter as he got close. “Just like that…”
With a deep moan, he pulled out of my mouth, jerking himself roughly until he came with a gasp, all over my face.
Wow.
The duke took a couple deep breaths as he stepped back and tucked himself back into his pants super efficiently. He checked his watch like he was late for something important, his face going from briefly satisfied to full-on ice prince in about two seconds flat.
When he looked down at me, something inside me sank. Seriously? That's it? I realized I'd been building this whole scenario in my head, like maybe I was different or special or something. God, I'm such an idiot. I'm literally inventory here.
He bent down and untied my hands, being super careful not to touch my skin. Like, heaven forbid he make contact with the help after he's done using them. “You are excused. I require solitude,” he said, not bothering to look at me again.
Who even talks like that?
As he walked into the other room, I just stayed there on my knees for a sec, totally confused about what to do. The dismissal hit me like a sucker punch. Solitude? At a freaking sex resort?
I felt empty inside, my stomach in knots and my half-hard dick going soft with each second of this awkward nightmare. This is the job, I reminded myself as I wiped his cum off my chin. Service and bounce.
I did exactly what I was supposed to do.
So why did I feel like I'd bombed a test I didn't know I was taking?
Walking back through the resort felt… totally surreal. Guests were chilling by the pools, laughing and having a good time while I shuffled along like a loser, like some ghost drifting through the party. Each step felt heavier than the last.
What was I even doing here? This job had been my Hail Mary after Casey's accident. I could almost picture what he'd think seeing me now, shuffling back from being used and tossed aside by some European royal.
But deep down... had I liked it?
Tied up and used like a plaything. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a mistake, that by working at The Ranch, I'd given up more than just my body. Ugh.
Maybe I'd traded away some part of what makes me, well, me.
The worker’s quarters looked like a small apartment building, nestled off on the west side of the resort.
The lobby was full of staff relaxing off duty, but I didn’t feel like hanging out with anyone.
As I got back to my room, my body kept reminding me what had happened.
My knees were killing me from the tile floor, all red and sore when I glanced down.
My jaw ached like I'd been chewing gum for ten hours straight.
The weird thing? These aches and pains weren't totally turning me off.
With each step, the whole embarrassment thing started morphing into something else.
Curiosity? Or maybe actual desire? Underneath feeling used was this unexpected need to understand what had just gone down, to figure out why part of me had been into the whole power trip.
I caught my reflection in a mirror as I passed by. Flushed face, slightly puffy lips, hair all messed up where he'd grabbed it. I looked... different. Used, yeah, but also somehow more alive than I'd felt since before Casey's accident.
More awake, maybe. More present.
The duke's cold dismissal stung like hell, but it also lit something up inside me, this determination to get better, to figure this out, to own this role I'd taken on.
I'd be ready next time. Because honestly? I wanted more.