Amaryllis – Bibi Sesay
amaryllis
BIBI SESAY
“Oh, right there, bitch. Just like that. Mmm.” The bed creaks as it hits the wall of the hotel bedroom. The room is as wretched as the man fucking me right now. I don’t remember what his name is, but I call him John. I call all of them John.
It’s hard to breathe since my head is being pressed into the musty sheets as he rams me from behind. I try to lift my nose up by turning my head to the side, but he presses me down again, burying my face in the filth. I hold my breath.
“Stop moving, bitch! I’m so close, fuck. Don’t ruin this for me or I’ll ask Marty for a refund even if I come.” He thrusts harder as he says that last word.
Marty. The man who sent me here. The man who loves and protects me. The man who took me from my home. My captor.
I don’t feel sexual attraction easily. In fact, I’m quite ambivalent when it comes to sex.
The only thing that makes this bearable is my body’s ability to respond to sexual attention.
I have a ritual whenever Marty informs me of a new client.
I spend five minutes in the bathroom with my bullet vibrator trying to convince my body to do what it does naturally.
For five minutes, I stimulate my clit and vulva over and over to get as much lubrication as possible.
Afterwards, I add a little bit of coconut oil on my labia for good measure.
“Fuuuccckkkk! Damn, you’re such a good slut! Ooohh, just like that!”
Marty knows about my ritual and sometimes he helps me do it too. Like tonight. He bent me over his desk and finger-fucked me while holding the vibrator to my clit. But he didn’t stop there, he never does. He pulled down his pants and rutted me like an animal with the vibrator taped to my clit.
I came, squirted even.
Marty has always been the one man that can make me come.
“Oh fuck, that pussy’s so good! Back it up for me, bitch!” He’s breathing heavier now, his movements unsteady. He lifts my hips up as he changes position to put one knee on the bed while his other foot remains on the ground.
The sound of skin slapping skin gets louder and louder, making me dizzy. The sweat on my back runs down to my neck and shoulders before dripping on the sheets. He’s too busy trying to come to notice that I have turned my head to fill my starving lungs after holding my breath for so long.
“Holy fuck, I’m coming!! Shit, shit, shiiittt!!!” He collapses on top of me as his entire body convulses from his orgasm. He holds me down and rides it out until I swear he has a second one. I can feel his legs shaking behind me and his ragged breaths on my back.
“Worth every fucking penny,” he laughs as he pulls out of me. “Fuck. Marty does have the best girls, doesn’t he?” I’m not sure if he’s asking me because he doesn’t look at me. Instead, he heads to the bedside drawer to light a cigarette.
I make an attempt to get up and clean myself but he’s on me in an instant pushing me back down.
“I said don’t move, bitch!” He smacks my ass cheek as he pushes my head back into the now damp sheets.
“I just wanted to clean up,” I say, my voice slightly shaky.
“I paid for an hour, and a fucking hour is what I’ll get!” He smacks my other cheek.
I glance at the clock on the bedside drawer and see that there are merely eight minutes left on the hour.
Make that seven.
But he’s right, he paid for the whole thing.
“I’ll tell you when to get up,” he adds as he pulls up a chair behind me. “But until that clock says nine, I own you and this pussy.” He smacks both ass cheeks again.
Six.
For a moment, I don’t hear him speak. His hot breath fans my wet pussy and thighs as he breathes heavily on me. I wonder what he’s doing but I say nothing.
“Let’s see what you got going on in here.
” He’s very close to my labia as he speaks, using his fingers to dig into my dripping pussy.
“I can’t help wanting to wreck you. Marty talks about you all the time, saying that you’re the best among all his girls and you’re his greatest prize. I need to see for myself.”
Before I can try to look at what he’s doing, I feel it.
Four fingers and thumb pushing into me, pressing through my tender flesh. I gasp in shock and try to crawl up the bed away from him.
“Stop! Moving!” He pulls my hips back and smacks my ass with every word, harder than before. I’m too stunned by the pain to say or do anything. I glance up at the clock.
Five.
A lot can happen in five minutes. Too much can happen in five minutes.
I take a deep breath trying to focus on the blinking seconds on the clock. His fist is stuck at my entrance as my body clamps down refusing to let him in. I might be sex ambivalent, but there are certain things that my body is actively repulsed by and fisting is one of them.
“Marty told me that you are a good girl. That you can take it. He said, ‘Lisa is my most prized possession. She is the best of all my girls.’” He attempts to mimic Marty’s deep voice. “Let’s test that then, shall we?” he bites my thigh as he pushes harder and I whimper.
Yes, I’m Marty’s good girl. Key word being Marty’s. That man has fucked me in every position imaginable, but he has never done this to me. The only things that my body can take are the things that Marty does to me first.
Four.
“Come on, bitch. You can’t be this tight.
Let me see that whore pussy take my fist.” He pushes harder and his knuckles wedge firmer at my entrance.
The pain is searing and unbearable. I’ve never been forced like this before.
I grip the sheets and sob, praying to whichever gods happen to be listening to help me get out of this.
Three.
I need to stall for time. I need to do something to make him stop.
“I need to use the bathroom, please,” I cry out.
“You can piss on your on time.” He bites my thigh again and pushes his fist another few millimeters. I’m sweating hard and my breaths are shallow and fast. My spine locks as he adds more pressure. My skin is hot with sweat, dread, and disgust.
I don’t want this.
Two.
“Almost there. You can take it.”
“No! I can’t!” I scream.
“Yes, you can!” he responds firmly. “But I’ll make it a little easier on you.”
He pulls out quickly, leaving me in a daze. Before I can get my bearings, I see him grabbing the bottle of lube from the drawer and squirting it over his fist.
No.
I can’t let this happen. I can’t do this.
I get up quickly and run into the bathroom before he can catch me. I lock the door behind me and lean against it.
“What the fuck, bitch!?” He bangs on the door and tries to push it open. “Open this damn door, you whore!” But I don’t move. I push harder on the door using the base of the toilet sink as leverage.
“I said open the door, you slut!” He bangs harder and pushes the door again. I need to hold on for just a few more seconds and I know I’ll be okay. He pushes the door again and I almost lose my footing. But then he stops and all goes quiet.
I wait and listen. Hoping that he just lost interest and walked away. I wait another several seconds just to be sure before opening the door. I take a peek and see Micky, Marty’s cousin, holding John in a chokehold.
“My prize.” I whip my head around at the sound of Marty’s voice. My shoulders sag instantly at the sight of him. He has that effect on me.
“Marty. He tried to… he tried to hur–”
“I know, baby.” He walks up to me and caresses my cheek. I lean into his touch, letting his warmth soothe me.
“Here. Put this on, baby.” Marty hands me my dress and it is then that I realize that I’m completely naked. I scramble to put it on and then move to the other side of the room, out of the way.
“Now,” Marty approaches John as Micky holds him firmly. “What did I tell you when you asked to have my girl?” He glances at me.
“Marty, I-I’m so-sorry, man. I was just trying to have some fun–” Marty lands a punch in John’s face before he could finish.
“I told you there were limits! I gave you a list of things you were not supposed to do to her!” Marty’s baritone voice fills the small room.
“I paid a small fortune for that pussy, how can you tell me not to use it anyhow I want!” John struggles but Micky’s grip is unwavering.
“I don’t give a fuck what you paid! My girl, my rules!”
“Come on, man! You know the rul–”
Crack. Micky lets go and John’s limp body falls to the floor. His head is twisted at an awkward angle and his eyes are bloodshot. His neck is broken. It was so fast that I missed it.
I look up at Marty who is giving Micky instructions on what to do next. Micky nods once and gets to work.
“Baby.” Marty walks towards me and pulls me into his arms. “I’m so sorry, baby, I should never have sent you here with him. He paid double for you, but it wasn’t worth it. It’s never worth it.”
“When will my debt finally be paid?” I ask barely above a whisper. Marty stiffens, but does not let go. For a moment, neither of us says anything.
“Are you so eager to leave me now, baby?” He pulls back and looks into my eyes with a smile. Not the kind of smile that reaches his eyes, the kind that he plasters on to intimidate.
I have upset him.
“No, Marty. I’m just…” I stop and gather my thoughts. “It’s just, after jobs like this I can’t help but want to be done, you know?” His eyes narrow and I add quickly. “Not to leave you, just to leave the life. That’s it.”
He regards me with a straight face, his expression unreadable.
After what feels like an eternity, he asks, “Do you really want to get out of the life?”
I pause because something about the way he asked has me feeling uneasy.
“Ye-yes,” I stutter.
He stares into my eyes and continues to hold me. He doesn’t say anything, so I repeat myself hoping that I sound more confident.
“Yes.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. Not the same as the one he wore earlier, but still menacing.
“Okay then, baby. One more job.”