FAZER LOGINChapter 4 - The Timer I moved my hand between my legs. I was already wet. I had been wet since the moment I'd walked through the door, since the moment I'd signed the paper, since the moment I'd stood in that store and watched him step between me and the thing that was coming… and my fingers slid over myself and I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. "Eyes on me," he said. I looked up at him. He was standing against the wall with his arms crossed, watching me, and I put my fingers on my clit and started to move them, slow circles, and I kept my eyes on his face and he kept his eyes on mine. The timer ticked. It was so quiet in that room that I could hear it, the small mechanical click of the seconds going by, and I rubbed my pussy in time with it, and my breath started coming faster, and my hips started to move a little, and I felt it building low in my stomach, that familiar tightening, that pull. "Ahh," I breathed. "Don't stop," he said. I didn't stop. I rubbed f
Chapter 3 - The Agreement I called him at eight o'clock in the morning with my hands shaking so badly I had to hold the phone with both of them. It rang twice. He picked up on the third. "Maya," he said. He didn't sound surprised. He didn't sound like a man who had been waiting by the phone. He sounded like a man who had simply known. "I'm ready," I said. My voice came out thin and small and I hated it, but I said it anyway. "I'll do what you want. I'll… I want to take the deal." There was a pause on the other end. Long enough that I almost asked if he was still there. "Come over," he said. "Now. The gate will open for you." He hung up before I could say anything else. The gate opened before I reached it. I didn't see anyone. It just swung inward, slow and smooth, and I walked up the white stone path with my heart in my throat and the fountain running beside me and I knocked on the door even though it was already open. "Come in," his voice said from somewhere inside. He was
Chapter Two - The OfferI looked at him.I looked at him for a long moment, still holding his hand.He was still holding my hand. I realized that. I also realized I did not want him to let go."Hey," he said, and his voice was gentle, and he tilted his head slightly to catch my eyes. "You still with me?"I jolted. Blinked. Pulled my hand back and pressed it against my chest like I'd been caught doing something."Oh… yes. Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry. I was just…" I shook my head and let out a breath “Thank you so much. Thank you for…”"Marcus," he said. "Marcus Philip.""Maya," I said. "Maya Reyes.""Come with me," he said. "I live a few blocks from here. Let me give you something to eat and we can talk properly. I might be able to help you."I looked at him. I looked at the white suit and the white shoes and the sharp jaw and the kind eyes, and every warning I'd ever been given about strangers and cars and men who were too nice too fast lined up in my head like a row of red flags."You d
Chapter 1 - The Loan PaymentThe envelope sat in the kitchen. I had been staring at it for twenty minutes without opening it, because I already knew what was inside, and knowing was easier than seeing.I picked it up finally and tore it open with my thumb and read the number at the bottom and then I read it again, and then I set it down and put both hands flat on the table and breathed the way you breathe when you're trying not to cry in a small apartment with thin walls.Four thousand, two hundred and eighteen dollars. Rent was three weeks late. The electric company had already sent two warnings. My card was maxed. My savings account had eleven dollars and forty-three cents in it.I worked two jobs. I had worked two jobs for almost a year. I was a receptionist at a dental office three days a week and I waited tables at a wine bar four good nights.The bank had been the last thing I tried. I had sat in a small office with a woman and explained my situation. She had listened and nodde
Chapter 5 - Take it All He made me keep it in all morning. I sat at the kitchen table and ate the breakfast he made me with my legs pressed together and his come still warm inside me, and every time I shifted in the chair I felt it move, and every time I felt it move I got wet again. That night he fucked me in the bedroom. He stripped me slowly, one piece at a time, and laid me out on the bed on my back and stood over me at the foot of the bed and looked at me for a long time. Then he got on the bed and knelt between my legs and bent down and put his mouth on my pussy. "Nghh… fuck!” I cried out and my hands flew down and grabbed his hair and my hips came up off the bed and he held them down with one hand flat on my stomach and licked me slow and deep. His tongue moved in long flat strokes from my hole to my clit and back and I moaned and my thighs shook and I pulled his hair and he didn't stop. "Oh my god… Raymond…" He sucked my clit between his lips and flicked
Chapter 4 - Keep It In I woke up in his bed with the sheet tangled around my legs and the ache between my thighs still there. He was in the kitchen with his back to me, standing at the counter in a t-shirt and sweatpants with a cup of coffee in his hand, and he turned around when he heard me come in and looked at me standing there naked in the doorway. "Good morning," he said. "Good morning." "Did you sleep well?” "Yes, I did." I walked over to him and stood on the other side of the island with my hands flat on the marble. "I want to touch myself." He set his coffee down and looked at me for a long moment. "No," he said. "Not this morning. This morning you're going to cum on my cock and then you're going to lay there and keep it in." "Keep it in?" "My cum. You're going to keep it inside you after I'm done." He picked his coffee back up and took a sip and watched me over the rim of the cup. "That's how this works now. Every time I fuck you, you keep it in. You don
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa







