3. LENORA

LENORA

The man before me is an Alpha, no doubt.

I'm not just talking about his big size and his scowling face. His aura screams dominance and I know, I've pissed him off with what I just said.

But why would an Alpha be working as an escort?

As much as I'd love to ask, I'll keep my mouth shut and get through the night.

I shrug off my skirt and step out of it. Cold air tightens my nipples and I gulp, resisting the urge to wrap my arms around myself.

No man has ever seen me naked.

I can do this.

I did my research before coming here. I knew the club wouldn't have a bed, so I researched about sex on a couch.

Doggy would help for the first time. According to the Internet, it's easier and less painful for first timers. I just need to bend over, hang on, and take it.

I will not be manhandled.

“Be gentle. Don't be rough. I don't want hickeys. Don't even think about biting my neck, I will maim you-” my voice cuts in my throat when he's suddenly so close to my face.

Too close.

Goddess! How did he move so fast?

He wraps his hand around my waist- firm and possessive. One fist buried in my hair, yanking me forward. My heart thunders in fear as I'm forced to stare in his swirling black orbs.

There's anger and lust in them. Both fighting for dominance. I don't know which one I want to win.

I know whichever it is, my lady part is walking out of this unscattered.

His eyes promise that much.

"This is who’ll maim me if I don't follow her rules?" His voice is teasing, mixed with annoying mockery.

He's handsome. Devilishly handsome.

Someone's Alpha is out here playing escort and selling dick, while he’s leaving his beta to run around. What an irresponsible thing!

"D-Don’t touch me like this-" but he's not listening, the glint in his eyes is scaring me.

I think I've made a mistake.

I'm supposed to be in charge here. Now I feel like a fucking prey! This is the one thing I'm supposed to be in charge of. How did I lose it?

I want to protest again about how he's holding me, about his erection pressing against me but he squeezes my ass and I gasp.

The. Audacity!

"I don't normally ask questions, but who are you?" His black eyes are almost sparkling. “Where are you from?" He leans in and inhales me.

Good thing I took a pill to conceal my scent.

"Excuse me, take your hands off my–"

A loud smack fills the room and my ass cheek burns from the spank. My eyes widen beyond their capacity and my jaw drops open.

He is a savage!

Before I can recover, he has my nipple in his hot mouth and I scream from the unexpected action. His tongue flicks over it, one leg thrust between my thighs and I'm squirming, confused, yet thrown into pleasure.

I didn't come here with plans to enjoy the night. I wanted to suffer through the night. To hold the resentment in my heart for years to come till I die.

He's rough, giving me no time to process what's happening. My body shudders in delight. It's so good. He switches to the other one, while his hand fondles and pinches the pen he just teased.

I'm torn between pushing him away or holding his head closer.

Only when his hand graces the curve of my back do I realize I'm arching my breast, a silent request to keep doing what he's doing.

He squeezes my ass again and I yelp, quickly slapping my hand over my mouth to shut up.

He suddenly stops, his eyes lifts to mine and I see the smirk in them. "Save your voice, you can scream all you want when we get started."

My chest heaves and my pussy starts to clench.

This was supposed to go as I'd planned; we meet in the club. We come here, I bend over, he puts it in… and that's it. I pay him handsomely and he leaves.

What? Sex is sex! That's as far as I can go before I barf, I'm sure.

I don't recall wanting my boobs sucked or manhandled. He's manhandling me. This wasn't part of the fucking plan!

"You're in luck, little thing,” he mumbles over my neck. "I haven't gotten this excited over cunt in years.”

His words are vulgar and also disrespectful. No one should speak to a woman of my status like this! B-But right now, the only difference between me and a prostitute is that I'm the one paying him.

“J-Just get it over and done with,” I put my hands on his chest and give my hardest shove. He didn't budge. Compared to him, I'm a fly.

"No one tells me what to do.”

Nor I. It's why I'm out here with a total stranger!

He turns his head to the couch. Finally! I can't wait to call it a night. He lets me go but yanks my wrist and basically throws me on the couch.

“I said be gentle!” I scream, heart pounding in fear. I wasn't expecting princess treatment, but I also wasn't expecting to be treated like a slut.

A cheap good-for-nothing. It almost drives me to tears again.

I freeze when he unbuckles his belt. My stomach twists and my heart sinks.

This is it.

It's happening.

But why does his bulge look like a fucking gun is hiding there?

Breathe, Lenora. Men come in different sizes. Just don't make him feel less- Oh my fucking Goddess! It's bigger than the picture.

Twice as big!

Th-This is what's going inside me? I put my hands between my legs and clamp my knees tight.

The red tip looks like it's glaring at me and I want to shift out of the way, but I don't move. I can't. Because besides the fear, there's something else bubbling in my belly and I can't deny it.

Excitement? Nervousness? Butterflies?

His nose flares, catching me. He knows. I'm wet and I've got it on the chair now.

"Let's see how good you are with your mouth.”

No way. Is he expecting me to… abomination! I would never put anyone's organ in my mouth! Not even my stupid husband to be.

"What?" He scoffs, grinning too hard. It's obvious he's enjoying himself while the heavy hammer of shame continues to fall on my head.

My ancestors must be turning in their graves.

"Don't you know how to just put it in?” I glare at him, and it does nothing but irritate him.

"Where's the fun in that?" He gripped the base of his dick, giving it a little bounce. My face flushes harder and my cunt- shit! Now he has me saying it!

Whatever! My cunt keeps growing hotter and wetter. I cannot be turned on by humiliation! I forbid it!

My body tenses when I feel something warm on my cheek. He's taping my cheek with his dick, waiting in earnest.

"Get sucking. This novice act won't get anywhere with me,” he rolls his eyes.

What the heck is he saying? I spelled it out to him already.

"Oral sex should only be performed between lovers."

“Shut up. You sound like a virgin. Now open up!”

But I am a virgin! Ugh! Did he have too much to drink?

"I've never seen a slut try so hard to act a virgin."

His words punch my guts.

A slut. He thinks… I'm a slut.

We haven't even done anything yet and I'm already a slut. I've earned the name.

Tears sting my eyes but I hold back. It's the humiliation I have to face henceforth. I've prepared myself for this.

I chose this. I must bear the shame.

I just didn't expect it would start so soon.

Suck it up, Lenora! Sluts don't cry!

Let's just get through the night. I can do this. I already picked up a man, he's here and I'm paying for my own virginity. I'm in control.

I repeat it over and over until I've gathered a little courage. I turn around slowly, climb the couch, and stroke the pose I saw online. Legs apart, bent over.

My cunt is wet, hole clenching in earnest and my stomach flips in anticipation.

I shut my eyes, waiting for the pain. “L-Let’s do it. I'm ready.”