Chapter 8: His New Rule

Soon after, the car rolled past the tall black gates, and the mansion came into view. It was dark, towering, and cold-looking. It sat at the top of the hill, made of heavy stone with sharp edges and narrow windows. Even though it was midnight, the moonlight shone just enough for Calla to see what the mansion looked like.

Ivy crept up its sides, and strange stone statues lined the path, watching them like guards.

The place looked more like a castle than a home.

The driver parked just by the entrance, and Calla made sure she adjusted her skirt and top before coming out. Her lips were a mess with red lipstick smeared everywhere.

Rico took the lead inside and she followed behind.

When they stepped inside, the air felt cooler, almost silent. The walls were made of stone, the floors smooth and dark. A huge fireplace crackled at the center of the room, its heat the only warm thing around. Everything smelled of old wood, smoke, and something faintly spicy... like whiskey.

It was the kind of house you didn’t speak loudly in.

And Rico fit in perfectly.

"So… this is where the real party is?" Calla said, trying to sound playful.

He doesn’t answer and just looks at her, then continues walking till he gets to the minibar.

He pours them both a drink. Hands hers to her without asking what she likes.

She took it and thanked him. He took a sip from his, his eyes never leaving hers.

Calla leans against the bar counter. He leans close, not touching her yet, but his lips are inches away from hers. He was close enough that she could feel the tension.

"You’re quieter tonight," he said, taking another sip from his glass.

She smirked, placing her glass on the counter. "I thought you liked it better when I didn't talk?"

Rico licked and bit his bottom lip. "Yes," nodding in agreement, "And I also like your warm mouth on my cock."

Calla didn't need to ask more, she knew exactly what he wanted. She placed her hand on his chest, pushing him teasingly.

Rico didn't fight it and let her have her way.

But then he grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs to his room.

His room was dark and she couldn’t make much out of it, with just a soft glow illuminating from the night sky through the window.

He didn’t bother closing the door, as his lips found hers, kissing and sucking. She could taste the alcohol he had seconds ago, and she got intoxicated.

They matched each other's pace, kissing like they were each other's oxygen.

Rico's hand moved with urgency, and he ripped Calla's blouse. She gasped and broke the kiss, that was one of her favorite tops!

As if sensing her thought, he said, "I'll get you a new one. Ten, even."

He didn’t wait to get a response from her; his hand pulled her closer by her waist, and his lips slammed on hers once again. The other hand cupped her breast and gave it a hard squeeze.

His action caused her to moan, opening her mouth and giving him access.

Calla pulled him by the collar of his shirt, wanting to feel him closer. Her core has begun to ache once more.

He broke the kiss and attacked her breast, his mouth on her left nipple, twirling it around his tongue and sucking it. Then he bit it and soothed it with his tongue.

Calla pushed his head closer to her breast, the pleasure taking over her.

Suddenly, he stopped, taking a few steps back. His eyes drank her in slowly, he didn't rush. From her parted lips, trailing down to the swell of her breast and the steady rise and fall of her chest. Then lower, to where that silver skirt clung to her hips like a second skin.

She stood there, watching him as his eyes devoured her body. The hunger was burning deeply in his eyes.

"Take off that skirt," he ordered.

Calla unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the ground, pooling at her feet before she stepped out of it. She heard him growl low.

"New rule," he said, walking towards her again. He hooked his index finger to the band of her lacy undies. "When you're with me, you stay bare. I want nothing between me and what's mine. Always."

He didn’t ask her. It was a command. An order.

She held his gaze and nodded. He shook his head. "What did I say?" His thumb grazed her lower lip lightly. "Parole. Use your words, Calla."

"Yes, I understand..." She mumbled, her voice almost inaudible.

And just like that, he ripped her black lace g-string with his bare hands, tossing it to the ground.

His fingers trailed her skin, from her stomach to her lower abdomen. He paused right above her lady's part.

"Kneel," he demanded, and she obeyed. She got down on both knees, pressing her butt on the heel of her feet. Her hands were on both thighs.

Rico brushed his thumb against his bottom lip, taking her in with slow, hungry eyes.

"Come," he said. "I need to feel your hot tongue on my cock."

Calla shivered lightly, her core wet and aching from the need to be touched. Then she crawled and closed in on the distance left between them.

She didn't have to bother with his belt; it was somewhere in his car from their last session.

Her hand unzipped his pants, and she pulled his pants and briefs down, revealing his cock. Hard and thick.

She knew what came next; she's done this a thousand times. Different cock have been in her mouth – big, small, thick, thin, straight, and crooked.

But this... this is different. He was veiny and large, with his pre-cum dripping from his hole.

"Come on. We don't have all night," he urged.

Calla took him in her hand, and he was warm and throbbing. She wrapped her palm around it and caused a deep growl to escape his throat.

She smirked, satisfied with his reaction.

She gently stroked it, going up and down and watching his size grow bigger in her hand. She pulled closer and tasted him, just his tip. Then she took him in her mouth, deeper and deeper till he touched the back of her throat.

"Cazzo..." 'Fuck...' he let out.

She started moving, going all the way in and then out, bobbing her head up and down.

Rico grabbed the back of her hair, guiding her to move faster and deeper.

"Look at me," he demanded, and her eyes locked with his, never stopping what she was doing. "Yeah... just like that."

He moved her hair aside, and she deepthroated him. He pushed her in deep till she gagged before he pulled her head out.

Calla used her hand, twisting, while her head continued bobbing.

"Yes, Calla," he uttered, his eyes shut tight. Then he shot his cum deep in her throat, all the while, she didn't stop with the blowjob.

He released every bit of himself in her mouth, and he pulled away, watching her swallow his cum.

He smirked, panting and licking his lips. He smacked her jaw, not hard. She let out a moan, biting her lip.

Then Rico moved away, heading to what looked like the bathroom.

Calla frowned, was he just going to leave her like this? Her core was screaming for a release.

Soon, he disappeared behind the doors and Calla scoffed.

She got up and took out wipes from her purse, wiping them across her mouth. What did she expect?

This isn't the first time she's experienced this. She needs to remember that she's nothing but an escort, paid for, to be used however they want.