All Chapters of PAY TO BREAK ME: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jack's PovFuck Aaron!I groaned, hands on my knees. I could feel sweat beading in my forehead again, my assholepulsing in Morse code. I had been on this toilet for an hour now.Even though I knew I wasn't dying, it felt like I was. My head was thumping, stomach rumblingand rolling so bad I was afraid that if I stood, I would sabotage myself.I was so dehydrated.I swallowed, eyeing the empty water bottle like I could make it fill up again. It had even been halfanyway which was not nearly enough for a person in my situation.My tongue felt like sandpaper in my mouth and my legs had long since gone numb but I kept myas planted firmly on the toilet seat. I groaned again, as the muscles in my empty stomachcontracted.I would get him back.I would humiliate Aaron so bayd it would be worse than any nightmare he'd ever had. He wouldbegin to look out for me even in places that I couldn't possibly be in. Just the inadvertentmention of my name or anything that sounded lik

Aaron’s povJack paused, tilting his head in an impatient gesture. His hands did not loosen and I swallowed nervously. “I uh, I've never… don't this before.”He was silent, then he leaned down. “Watch your teeth,” he growled and guided his dick into my mouth.Immediately he entered my mouth, the taste of him exploding on my tongue, I jolted, my dick leaking even more.It was just so… erotic, on my knees with a paid sex worker about to fuck me and I was sucking him off.I liked that.I liked… making Jay feel pleasure too, anyway I can. As I opened my mouth as wide as I could, feeling his hands tighten in my hair, it made me feel like less of a clueless shy virgin.I moved my lips up his shaft, quickly dragging in a quick breath.Am I doing it right?I wasn't sure. I could admit to having watched the occasional video on this but theory was way different from practice. There was spit everywhere, and Jay wasn't moving.As I pulled out again, I remembered something random I’d saw. When I h

Aaron’s POVJay paused, his hand hovering just inches from the door. He glanced back at me, and I caught the subtle lift of his dark brow, arched above the top of his mask, a silent question.I cleared my throat, folding my hands over my bare chest. “I, uh…”Fuck.I felt like the word came out wrong the moment it left my mouth— small, uncertain so I snapped my mouth shut. He’d already said no once though.When I asked for his number last time, he’d told me about the company policy, yes but he’d said no first.Besides, he could have still given it to me if he wanted to. But because it wasn’t personal to him — it couldn’t be, because I was just a paying customer, he hadn’t. And, irrationally, I think the fact ruffled my feathers. “Never mind,” I muttered, forcing a shrug.Why would he like me? The thought came uninvited, sharp and blunt. Of course he didn’t. I paid for his time. We’d met twice, and he didn’t even speak to me.I sighed as he turned away from me back to that damned do

Jack's Pov.I sighed, increasing the volume of the music from my phone to drown out the rising voices.The company’s downfall hadn't been easy on my parents. Ever since the unfortunate day that we found that we'd lost everything, I'd oftentimes woken up to hear them bickering. It was getting worse and worse as the days passed. At first they had tried to keep it down, whispering their arguments. But now, it seemed they didn't care anymore. Both their fuses were getting shorter and shorter. This morning at breakfast, Dad had exploded at Mom because of some salt.Up till now, I wasn't even sure how the argument had started. Dad had just smacked the table, making both of us flinch and then pointed a meaty, accusing finger at Mom and yelled out the question, “so I don't fucking deserve some salt in this house anymore?”We hadn't even heard him when he'd asked. Mom was even trying to tell him that but he wasn't having any of it. Then she too got pissed and it became a full on shouting mat

Aaron’s PovI hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the interaction between Jack and I all day. It kept replaying in my mind in sharp, humiliating detail; how I had moaned —moaned!— and how he had dropped me like a hot potato.It had been embarrassing to say the least, every part of it. Somehow my body must have forgotten where we were and who he was. It must have thought the ultimate goal of the hand around my neck was to give me pleasure.I groaned again, shaking my head. Try as I might, I knew I wouldn’t forget that in a hurry so, I was trying hard to focus on the amusing part of it.Jack had dropped his hold on me so fast, so abruptly, that for a split second I genuinely wondered if I’d caught fire and burned him.I could take solace in the fact that it had saved my face from getting punched in, and that only Kyle had been there to witness it.Now, standing outside a strip and sex club with a bouquet of red roses clutched tightly in my hands, I found myself wondering which was