All Chapters of Behind Closed Doors: Nine Forbidden Nights: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MargoA Few Days LaterI try to stand still on stage, straight up withgood posture, and not to wiggle and squirm too much. I do my best to follow everything that Marlowe taught us earlier, to a T.“I can’t believe there ’s, like, a real liveMadame here,” Pippa had said when we arrived at the club and were told that we would be trained in how to give the men– who the club calls clients– what theywant.I’m so glad Pippa agreed to come with me— “You know I’m always down for an adventure,” she ’s said, and then added, “and, I’d do anything to helpyour mom. She ’s such a sweet lady.”I appreciate her support and I also appreciate her humor. But “Madame” really is the perfect name for Marlowe. She had explained to us that we have the option of auctioning off anything that we choose, from a coffee date full of flirty banter or just seriousdiscussion, to the whole shebang, which obviouslymeans sex although “Madame” Marlowe can’t say it. Just like she can’t call herself a Madame.There a

Margo“I need her to pretend to be engaged to me,” says the man, with a shrug of his wide, muscularshoulders, as if it ’s no big deal. As if he ’s asking for a piece of candy in a candy store. I guess money really can buy anything. “And to pretend to marry me. As soon as possible.”“I … I see,” Marlowe says, obviously at asmuch of a loss for words as I am. “And will there be other … terms to this agreement? Things that the lovely Miss Margo will have to agree to? For that amount of money.”He shrugs again.“Well, if you’re talking about sex …”“I’m talking about the pleasure of hercompany,” Marlowe quickly interrupts to clarify. This guy doesn’t even know you’re not supposed to say the “s” word around here. He must be new. I like to think that he is— that he doesn’t always come here to buy sex, or fake brides, for that matter. “The enjoyment of all the many things that are possible for a man and awoman to enjoy doing together.”“Well, let ’s just say I’m a red-blooded male,” the g

MargoTheron leads me into a room in the back, which I expect to be some sort of sex dungeon, or perhapssomething that smells dank and sleazy, like the VIProom of a strip club must smell. Still, I’m rather happy to follow him, because I can tell he wants to take me right now, right this minute, and I want the same thing.In a way, it will ease the tensions between us to do the physical deed and then move onto the fakeromance part of this— whatever that is. But I can’tdeny I’m most excited for this part: to feel his hands on me, all over me, to feel him in me.When we enter the room, I’m surprised by its ambiance.But, I guess I shouldn’t be, since this is a place for billionaires with luxurious taste. Candles areburning, classical music is playing, and a large king bed with a canopy post awaits us. I almost feel as if I’m a princess in a fairy tale, even though in reality, I’m a common whore. Except being paid two million dollars for giving up my virginity is anything butcommon.

MargoI couldn’t wait for today to get here. As I walk into the swanky Radish restaurant, I keep an eye out for Theron, excited to see him again even though ourparting after our first encounter had been awkward. I could swear he wanted to say more, do more, but was holding back.Iknow it ’s not my place to question why he does the things he does. This is just a paidarrangement. Isn’t it?I know logically that it is, but emotionally, I can’t help but wonder if there ’s something more to it.I look down at the huge rock on my hand, still in awe of its size and beauty. It might represent a fake marriage, but it ’s the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’ve ever owned.Theron isn’t here, but when I tell the hostess that we have a reservation, she leads me to table near the back. An old man is seated in a wheelchair at a table and an even older woman is opening a napkin andplacing it on his lap.“Oh hello there,” she says, looking up at me with kind eyes.“You must be Nadia,” the old man

TheronIhandcuff Margo ’s wrists to the leg of the bed. Then I whip out my cock and shove it down her throat. She eats it eagerly, licking the head and sliding her lips up and down on my shaft.“You take this cock in your mouth now, whenever I want you to, now that you’re my little bought and paid for slut,” I tell her.She looks up at me, surprised at my language. But I slap her with my cock, all over her face, and she can’t do anything to stop me because she ’s cuffed to the leg of my bed.I push my dick in and out of her mouth and make her deep throat me. She gags and chokes but I keep it up until I’m almost about to come.Not yet, I think. I need to take her again.“Lay down flat on the floor and put your ass up in the air for me,” I tell her, and she does it, of course, my obedient little whore.I spank and squeeze her ass while she moans inpain. I put the condom on and then I take my cock and put it in between her perfect legs, spreading her pussy wide and the shoving myself ro