The night

 

The following day

*****

Jasmine clutched her phone, eyes fixed on the message on the screen. On one hand, the news that she was the chosen candidate brought a rush of relief. Yet, a gnawing fear crept in, leaving her body tense and her mind clouded.

It was not an exaggeration to say that they had given her the option to step back, but she felt compelled to proceed in order to secure the money.

"Excuse me, ma'am! We've arrived," the cab driver spoke up, noticing the woman in the backseat showing no sign of intending to exit the vehicle.

Jasmine startled, jerking upright and opening her eyes to gaze out the window.

The cab driver, sensing something amiss, spoke out of concern, "Is everything alright with you, ma'am?"

"Hu..." Startled, Jasmine turned around and forced a tight smile. "Yes, sir. I'm fine," she replied. As she spoke, she felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her palms clammy with nervousness.

"Okay then," the cab driver responded before starting the engine and driving away.

As she stepped inside, Jasmine was greeted by a maid with a composed expression and hands neatly folded, unmistakably signaling that she had been awaiting Jasmine's arrival.

"Are you...!" Jasmine began to speak, but the maid raised her hand dismissively, cutting her off. "You will not speak," the maid declared imperiously, her tone dripping with aloofness. "Just follow me."

Jasmine nodded, gripping her shoulder bag tightly, her mind racing with questions about whether the person she was supposed to meet had already arrived. However, given the maid's command not to speak, Jasmine found herself without a means to inquire further about the situation.

The maid escorted her to a sprawling room, commanding, "There's a list of tasks you must complete before the master's arrival. It's on the table. Read it. You have 30 minutes to prepare yourself." With a scrutinizing gaze, the maid assessed Jasmine from head to toe before adding, "If you become pregnant, you'll reside in this place until the child is born."

As Jasmine listened to the maid's instructions, a wave of angst washed over her. What if she couldn't conceive on her first attempt? The thought gnawed at her.

Jasmine entered the vast room and headed straight for the paper on the table. She began to read the instructions written there and realized she needed to sign beneath them.

Number one; "Take a bath and wear clean clothes."

Second; "When lying on the bed, cover your eyes. The cloth is next to the pillow," Jasmine's gaze shifted, and she spotted the silk fabric beside the pillow. A rush of anxiety surged through her, leaving her breathless.

Third- "Do not attempt conversation unless prompted. Additionally, there is medicine on the table; you must take it," the instructions echoed in Jasmine's mind. She glanced at the table and spotted the medicine, but she was in the dark about its nature. Thus, she hesitated to take it, feeling like she was in a foggy situation.

"I will flush it," Jasmine muttered, giving a glance to the watch, and learned she had just twenty minutes in her hand.

Jasmine hastily scribbled her signature on the paper and left it, along with the pen, on the table.

As she emerged from the bathroom with only five minutes remaining, Jasmine found herself in a race against time.

First, she flicked off the lights, then draped the silk cloth over her eyes, exhaling softly through pursed lips as her nerves intensified.

She didn't have to wait long when suddenly the door of the room swung open, and she sensed someone standing there.

The person stepped into the darkness and made their way towards the table to switch on the lights when suddenly Jasmine spoke up, her voice trembling, "I would like you not to turn on the lights!"

Her soft voice echoed in the silent room, and simultaneously, the man's finger poised on the switch came to a halt before he withdrew his hand.

Jasmine didn't hear his response, but she sensed that he had heeded her request, which eased her tension. Clutching the sheets tightly beneath her, she broke the rules and asked, "Why didn't you opt for IVF instead of this?"

Once more, only silence and the sound of heavy breathing filled the room, gnawing at her bones. A cold shiver ran down her spine.

Jasmine felt the bed dip under the weight of the man's body, and his warm breath soon brushed against her face, catching her off guard and causing her to bite down on her inner cheeks.

Soon she felt him loosening the straps on her body as if he knew what she wore, letting the dress slip down from her shoulder.

She knew that she was now completely naked in front of an unknown man.

However, the man did not touch her body or do anything that happened before sex rather he straight went down between her legs.

Jasmine felt his throbbing member rubbing her entrance, causing an unknown sensation to soar on her body as her toes curled.

However, the next second Jasmine yelped, "Ah, it hurts!" When he pressed himself inside her.

"You are a virgin!" Finally, the man's voice reverberated in the room, sending a shiver down her spine, as it conveyed a sense of anger and shock as if he did not know her virginity.

"Yes," Jasmine whispered, feeling the pressure of his size, unable to accommodate him completely.

"How old are you?" The man's gruff voice pierced the air.

"18!" Jasmine's voice quivered with tension as she answered, feeling exposed under the weight of the man's questioning gaze.

"Fuck off! How dare you involve yourself in this task!? Get up, pack your stuff, and leave!" the man withdrew his hard member away from her, refusing to engage in any physical contact with the eighteen-year-old.

"No, no, please!" she whispered, Quickly sitting up Jasmine wrapped her hand around his neck, "I'm not coerced, nor am I naïve. Yes, the allure of the money is undeniable, but there's a deeper interest in me. I crave the exhilarating thrill of indulging in passionate encounters with a mysterious stranger— this is my fantasy and I yearn to fulfill it. So please, don't walk away."

The man listened to her and pondered for a little moment before answering, "Once I move on, there will be no room for remorse."

“Yes, I am conscious of it. You do not have to feel terrible," Jasmine mumbled, letting go of his neck and adding, "I have a simple request."

The man did not respond vocally, but his patience in front of her gave Jasmine the impression that he was listening intently.

"When we are over, I do not want you to see my face. I am a little conscious!"

The guy hummed back, "Hmm."

His hand grasped her waist, gentle yet intentional, and pulled her down as he was on his knees. Jasmine's breath froze in her throat when she felt him push inside her.

It was extremely painful for her, causing her body to spring up as he bit him on the shoulder. But the man did not stop, however he was gentle with the movement.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked. Since knowing this was the first time he did not want to scare her or hurt her.

"No keep going, I just needed to distract my brain!" Jasmine whispered.

At the time, the man grabbed the back of her head and sealed her lips with his warm, fragrant lips. This was her first kiss as well.

Her thoughts gradually wandered away from the anguish, which was replaced by pleasure.

"Hmm... Ahhh!" With her back arched and her claws digging into his back, Jasmine let out a loud moan. Something unfamiliar began to build up inside her faster.

Jasmine's eyes rolled back and her body trembled, "Ooohh... Ooo," as something warm flowed out of her, numbing her thoughts and making her body lethargic once it was released.

However, the man pushed farther within her, his grasp on her buttocks tightening with a deep throttle growl as he unleashed himself. The room was filled with moans and heavy breathing as both individuals remained in the same position.

The exhaustion enveloped her like a heavy blanket. Resting her head on his shoulder, Jasmine succumbed to sleep, the events of the morning and this encounter draining every ounce of energy from her weary body.

The man pulled himself out from her as he gently laid her on the bed, the obscurity of the room veiled his emotions entirely.

With a swift movement, he withdrew, retrieving his pants from the floor before silently departing from the room, leaving Jasmine alone on the bed in the darkness since it was her request.

The man retreated to another room, his naked back covered with a gorgeous hawk tattoo, exposing a toned physique scarred by bruises indicating a life far from ordinary. The intricate tattoo spoke of stories untold, adding an air of mystery to the man's presence.