At the mention of him having other whores, not to mention women queuing up to be with him, it’s like a bucket of cold water has been dumped over my head, and I finally snap out of the daze I’ve been in since I saw his naked body.
I snap into action and run, following the path back to my own wing, all while hoping he’s not following me. I don’t stop until I’m safely back in my own bedroom, the door slammed closed behind me.
I’m struggling to catch my breath, both from running quickly and the sheershock of what I just witnessed. My heart is racing, my pussy is dripping, and my head is spinning from trying to process everything I just saw and heard.
I may be a virgin, but I know that was as far from vanilla sex as you can get. Which is probably why I’m so confused by my reaction to the way he degraded and used her.
I should have found it disgusting—to have a man exert so much power and authority over her, whilst calling her some truly awful names—but I didn’t. I was intrigued, and more than a little turned on.
At no point did the girl on her knees seem bothered by anything Maximus did or said to her. If anything, she seemed to want more of it, and got just as excited by his treatment of her as I did.
I wondered what it would be like to swap places with her, to have him take what he wants from me without asking, to control my every move, even down to when I can breathe. I wanted to know what it would be like to hand over all control to him, leaving me at his mercy.
It’s not something I ever thought I’d be interested in, but Maximus intrigues me, and I think it’s more the thought of trying it with him that appeals to me.
The only part I can’t get on board with or understand—the part that sent me running—is him having other women. How is she okay with him being with other women? Does it not bother her to know that the things he does with her, he also does with other girls?
I’ve never thought of myself as a jealous or possessive person, but as I was running through the Mansion, hoping like hell he wasn’t following me, my only thought was that I wouldn’t want to share him, if he were mine.
My brain is clearly scrambled from being so sleep-deprived, as there were several other pretty big red flags during their encounter that should have put me off—her rope tied hands, the sore welts covering her bare flesh, the dangerous glint in his eyes as he threatened to punish me—yet I seem to have glossed over those. Choosing to focus on Maximus’ naked body and dirty mouth instead.
As I climb into bed, my body feeling overheated despite only wearing thin sleep-shorts and a vest top, I picture myself in the other woman’s place. On my knees in front of Maximus, watching him stare down at me with his lust-filled eyes.
I groan as my hand snakes beneath the waistband of my shorts, my finger sliding between my slick folds. I gasp when I feel how wet I am, all from watching and listening to him.
A moment of frustration flicks into my mind, that I never got to see his cock because her head was always in the way. As I rub my hard nub, I settle for using my imagination to conjure that part of him. I consider sliding my fingers into my wet pussy, but hold back as I’ve never done it before.
I can hear him saying every naughty, filthy word, only this time they’re aimed at me. It’s my blonde hair that he’s got wrapped around his fist, so he can pull my head wherever he wants it. It’s me he’s staring down at, as he slides his cock deep into my throat.
I frantically rub my clit, before drawing lazy circles around the swollen nub, mybody arching to seek out more of the pleasure I’m giving myself. It doesn’t take long before I feel my orgasm edging closer, my stomach tightening as my pussy flutters in anticipation.
My whole body tightens, my muscles coiling just before my release hits, a shudder rippling through my body as I let out a loud moan. I come imagining his eyes on me as he spurts into my mouth, before calling me hisgood girl.
As I desperately try to catch my breath, I struggle to fight the sleep any longer. My eyes flutter closed as I picture the dark expression that was on his face when he called me abad girl.
My body tingles with anticipation over what might happen tomorrow. I broke his rules, and I’m going to have to face the consequences. I just hope the punishment leans more towards the fun and sexy side, as opposed to him calling my brother and kicking me out.
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I wake up feeling well rested, having not had a nightmare. That feeling is quickly replaced by severe anxiety and humiliation over my actions last night.
I broke the rules. I got caught. I saw Maximus in a compromising position, and instead of running, I stayed to watch, like some creepy voyeur. Then, to top it off, I fingered myself to an amazing, earth-shattering orgasm whilst picturing myself on my knees for him, while he uses and degrades me.
I should probably start packing now, as there’s no way he’s not going to kick me out. And even if by some miracle he doesn’t, how the hell am I ever going to be able to look at him again?
I groan loudly as I force myself to get out of bed and into the shower. No matter how hard I try, or how hot the water is, it doesn’t make me feel any cleaner.
I pull on some black leggings and a baggy T-shirt, before lacing up my trainers, so I’m ready for the gym later. But before that, I need coffee.
One of the many members of staff who work here would bring it to me in an instant if I asked, but I like having something to do. Making my own coffee makes me feel that little bit more normal.
Given that I haven’t seen Maximus at all during the time I’ve been here—last night very much not included—I’m not at all worried about runninginto him.
It’s just after nine in the morning, and he’s usually started his meetings by now, according to Mrs Branch, who likes to keep me updated with all the house gossip.
As I enter the large, beautiful kitchen, I smile at Mrs Branch, who is already sitting at the table with a mug of coffee in one hand, while she writes in her notebook with the other. She offers me a warm smile as soon as I walk into the room.
“Morning, Courtney. You look well rested this morning. The pot of coffee is still fresh, so help yourself,” she says, pointing towards the almost full pot that’s steaming away on the side.
After thanking her, I move around the kitchen with ease, having thoroughly explored the cabinets to find where everything was a couple of days ago. I make my coffee the way I like it, and take a seat at the table opposite Mrs Branch.
