"It's been a while," he said without looking at her. "Let me rest for a second, sugar."

She slipped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, splashing water on her pink cheeks and blinking a few times in the mirror. She looked down at her shaking hands and then over her shoulder to the sleeping giant in the bed. He hadn't hurt her.

When she returned to the bedroom, he appeared asleep, one arm outstretched to the side, the other over his head. She picked up the black pants and t-shirt from the floor and folded them into neat squares, coiled up his belt and placed it on top, then picked up his goggles and looked through the darkly shaded lenses. They were heavy. They smelled like oil and some sort of spice or cologne, after shave. He huffed out a little groan and shifted position.

She sat down on the bed next to him and looked over his body, the cut of his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. There was a heavy onyx and silver ring on his thumb, below the second knuckle. His thick wrists were trapped in braided silver bracelets or...shackles...cuffs. They were worn and tarnished. There were scars on his ribcage, jagged ones across his flat muscled belly, some sort of round wound (gunshot?) near his heart. She checked his eyes, and found them fluttering with sleep so she ran her hand over the taut skin of his chest. It was warm, like its color, almost golden. His penis was flaccid and resting against his belly, rooted in a nest of dark hair. She found herself staring at it, but not daring to touch it. She wasn't given permission to do so. He murmured and closed his hand over hers, keeping it pressed against his chest tightly. Her whole body moved when she sucked in her breath.

"Whatcha doing, kitten?" he said, one side of his mouth curling upward.

"Just...I was just looking. I'm sorry."

He cleared his throat, sighed and let go of her hand, threading his fingers through her hair. His hand ran over her throat and collarbone, down to the tattoo between her breasts. She jerked away instinctively and he stopped.

"What is this?" He asked. "I mean, besides bad quality." She sensed disgust in his voice and it made her more ashamed of it, if that was even possible.

"A mark. A scar," she said. "I'd prefer not to talk about if it I don't have to," she said, looking away from him. "You're not here to make small talk I'm sure. Besides, I'd rather do something to please you sir, make sure you get your money's worth. "

He backed away and folded his hands behind his head, smiling at her. He liked the way her hair hung in front of her eyes, how half of it was over her shoulder, just long enough to brush against her nipples, pink and taut, the color of her tongue. He touched the shiny locks again, then ran his thumb over her lips.

"Touch me then," he said. "Like you were when you thought I was asleep."

She tilted her head to the side and some more of her hair fell forward, brushing against his cheek. He needed a shave. Her fingers trailed down his chest and over the rippled muscles of his stomach. She circled his navel and gently tickled the dark trail of hair beneath it. The limp penis began to twitch and harden.

"Do you...do you want me to use my hand on you, sir?" She said, keeping herself well away until given permission.

"What do you want to do, Ra?" He put his hand on the small of her back and massaged it in small circles, his pinky barely delving down into the dark crevice below it. She had goosebumps.

"I want to do whatever pleases you. That’s what I'm here for."

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her down to lay beside him. "Kiss me again."

She did, enjoying the warmth and fullness of his lips, the heavy smooth tongue twisting over hers. She could taste something sharp, like whiskey on his breath, and smoke. He made her warm, she felt herself growing wetter, quivering. He took her face in his hands and broke the kiss, tipping her head back to run his tongue along the tendons of her neck and the tender skin beneath her jawbone, to suck and nip at the soft spot behind her ear. She let out a whimper and he smiled, although she couldn't see it.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see his prick growing harder, straining towards her. She licked her lips, but said nothing. His lips were against her ear and when he spoke she could feel his hot, wet tongue against her. His voice like melted caramel, she felt like it was coming from inside her mind, some dark corner.

"You suck cock, kitten?"

Her cheeks flared with heat and she nodded, pulling away from him. He inched up to rest against the back board and pulled her over to straddle him with the strength of one hand. She could feel his dick pressing against the soft skin of her back, but he wanted to take his time. There was something about her face that made it wrong for her, a shadow behind it. Her body was strong, muscled. Her features were perfect, like you see in a painting, pastels and shadow. But her eyes shifted away from his at every chance. She stiffened in fear at every touch, someone had broken her. He looked down at the tattoo and frowned, wondering what she could have been.

Without warning, he reached up and playfully twisted one of her nipples between two of his fingers. She jumped and blinked in surprise. He smiled at her to assure her he wasn't angry, then twisted the other one.

"You know your tits are perfect little girl," he said, kneading them beneath his callused palms. Her mouth fell open and he felt her grind into his stomach, a very subtle move, instinctual. "Keep going," he said, pushing upwards against her. She tensed at the words and twisted away from him.

"You want your cock sucked?" She said, considerably more urgent and much more crude than how she'd spoken to him before.

"Sure," he said, confused at her actions.

She slithered down his body, pressing his prick beneath her warm, soft skin, and then squeezing it tightly between her full, narrow cleavage. He groaned and gripped the headboard behind him, clanking the silver cuffs hard against the metal. She jumped at the sound, but soon recovered and crouched between his legs.

When he closed his eyes, she pursed her lips and blew a steady stream of air over the head of his cock, then flicked it gently with her tongue, swirling around the head as if she were tasting it. He inhaled deeply and she slowly drew as much of him as she could into her warm mouth, to the back of her throat. He tangled one of his hands into her hair and massaged the nape of her neck as she worked, slowly bobbing up and down along his thick shaft, her hands heavy on his thighs, squeezing his skin beneath her fingertips. He inched his leg beneath her, and pushed his knee up between her legs, to the sticky warmth of her pussy that he could smell. It was making him ravenous -- the animal was waking up.

The touch of his hard muscles between her legs made her body jolt in surprise. Her throat opened and his cock sunk in deeper, twitching over her tongue. He ground his knee up against her again and she moaned, the vibrations of her voice nearly sending him over the edge. Her juices were dripping out of her, smearing onto him, and he wanted to taste it. He wanted to taste all of her. But she was sucking hard at his dick, her left hand squeezing his tightening balls, her tongue dragging against his skin.

"Fuck," he said. "I can't..." he held tight to her head and thrust deep down her throat. She moaned against him and he bucked once more, exploding inside of her, roaring in release as she milked the last drops of pearly liquid from his cock.

When he pulled her away, up to straddle his stomach, her cheeks were red and her eyes sparkling. For the first time he saw her smile, and not a little girl smile either, not the smile a whore uses to pretend she's a good girl, not the smile some bitch gives you when she's pretending she's satisfied. It was wicked and dark. It was a lot like his.

"My specialty," she said, climbing off of him. He rolled onto his side and rested on his elbow to face her.

"Well this isn't fair, Ra. I got to come twice alread and I haven't even been here an hour. When do I get to hear you?"

Her smile faded instantly and she shook her head. "Hear me?"

He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close so that their foreheads were touching. "We've seen your specialty, sugar. When do you want to see mine?"

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