Chapter 6
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"Remember, you should please him. Let him do to you whatever he wants. And in return, I'll make sure you pass your Math subjects until you graduate. I'll tutor you for free and I promise, no f**k involved," Sir Roman told me as he drives his car. I just stared at the outside of the car. I thought that after f*****g me, that's enough for him to give me a passing grade. But after my class with him was over, he called me to ask for a favor. He said he was going to give me as a gift to his friend who wanted to taste a man. He said that the man's pride was too high for him to hire a man from a gay bar and since my good teacher owed money this friend of his, he made a way to make it come true. In short, he made me a debt p*****t.
"We're here," My prof announced. We are in front of a 40-floor building. His friend's condo unit is said to be here.
"Come on, I'll take you there." I let him walk first and I followed without saying a word. I can't even turn my brain on. Even though I want to quit, I still carry the trauma of what I went through with my dad. I'm afraid that people I reject will hurt me. Only one or two parts of my body should get hurt and my whole body gets bruised. Not only will I be hurt but also Mommy. I don't want that to happen since our relationship is already good. Also, I'm afraid the professor will tell Dad about my whereabouts. I would rather die than go back to him.
I was still silent when we reached the 35th floor. He rang the doorbell. The condo door opened and a tall man appeared. One look at him will immediately tell anyone that he is a blessed being. Rich complexion, wealthy beauty. Beautiful eyes, a sharp nose, and plump lips matched by its reddish color.
"Is it him?" His voice asked in a baritone voice.
"Yup!" my teacher responded enthusiastically. I bowed my head and my face warmed when I felt his gaze on me.
"So, am I paid?" the voice of Prof was heard.
"If he satisfies me enough," the man replied firmly.
"Oh! I assure you, he is a very good f**k," answered the teacher full of confidence.
"We will see." The man turned away.
"Come on. You know what will happen when he's not satisfied with you," he told me before he left me completely. I wanted to leave but my father's angry face entered my mind. That's why, I just forced myself to be strong and went inside the condo.
The very cold air from the air conditioner greeted me. I walked with heavy legs to the sofa where the man was sitting. He drinks alcohol. I stood in front of him with my head still bowed.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered me. I nodded and took off my clothes. I want to finish what I came here for right away. Hopefully, when I give him what he wants, my teacher won't scare me anymore.
"Come here." I sat next to him. He removed the hair covering my face and studied me. I closed my eyes and let him.
"You're pretty. It's a shame you got into such a job," he said after letting me go. I want to laugh. I was even mistaken for a hired man. Well, the only difference between me and those guys is that I don't get paid.
"So, what's your name?" I felt his eyes rubbing my body again.
"V-v-vincent, s-sir." I slurred. I took a sharp breath and shuddered when I felt his arm on my bare skin.
"Still nervous?" He probably felt my slight tremor. I nodded to him. His arm moved my body towards him. Then his other hand went on my face and lifted it. I could see his black eyes that were getting darker because of the intensity of his gaze on me. I closed my eyes. I don't want to see him and I don't want him to see the fear in my eyes.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. Open your eyes," he calmly ordered but I still refused to open them. How many have said that they won't hurt me? That I will also enjoy what they will do to my body? But the ending? I was left in tears.
"I'm Sandro. I'm a lawyer. Maybe you're wondering why you're here now. Let me explain it briefly. I want to experience f*****g a boy. It's funny but I have many friends who say that boys are better than girls. I don't know how they were able to convince me but they did. The one who brought you here owed me a debt and you were the one he used to pay me. So you see, you are not here to be raped. He said that you're good so you're the one I expect to teach me what I should learn." He poured wine into the glass again and drank it quickly.
"I could tell my friends that something did happen to us. I could tell them that you satisfied me to the fullest." Hope rose in me but I was also suddenly confused by what he was saying. If he can say those things to his friends, why did he undress me?
Maybe he read the questions in my actions so he answered.
"But the problem is, they need proof. They need a video to let them see that I did f**k you." I caught my breath at what he said. I bitterly smiled. I still have everything to lose.
"Hey, it wouldn't be that bad. I may be inexperienced when it comes to f*****g a guy but I assure you, I am very good in bed and I can satisfy you more than the others did." I looked at him because the tone of his voice suddenly deepened. Big mistake. Because when I raised my face to look at him, he met my lips. I was shocked. I was stiff from sitting. When he felt it, his kiss became gentle. It's like his lips are flirting with mine. This is the first time I was kissed like this. The men who molested me didn't kiss me this way. It was so gentle. It seems to feel first. It's like tasting how sweet my lips are. I started to relax. Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he wouldn't hurt me.
Then I felt his hands caressing my back. I stiffened again but it quickly disappeared due to his light caresses. Up then down. His touch makes me shiver. It's awakening a certain kind of warmth inside my body that I cannot explain.
I gasped when his hands lightly squeezed my waist. He took advantage of that. He deepened the kiss. Now, he is wandering inside my mouth. Discovering its hidden curves and sucking its sweetness. He let his tongue play with mine. No matter what distance or avoidance I do, he chases after it. Then he made a circular movement with it. And when he got tired, he would suck it. Over and over again. And the smell and taste of wine in his mouth heightens the pleasure I am feeling in my mouth. Yes, pleasure. For the first time in my f****d up life, I felt pleasure in doing this cursed activity. For the first time, I've tasted something sweet and not pure bitterness. And for the first time, I might really experience satisfaction.
I automatically clung to his body when he lifted me like a woman.
"Let's continue this in my room. Don't worry, I will be gentle... very gentle." He seductively whispered in my ear.
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