Page 56 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
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Angus gives me maybe an hour to use the bathroom, clean up and rest on the bed before he quietly enters the room. Much like yesterday he brings a suitcase, dresses me in a new outfit, does my hair and makeup all the while, I don’t move or say a thing. This time he positions me bent over the bed and fucks me until we both come, but only one of us groans in pleasure. He undresses me, we have dinner together like roommates and he lets me fall asleep on his chest again.
I awake to something prodding at my mouth. No, it’s not something. It’s not a thing, it’s warm and soft and hard. I crack one eye to see Mateo standing above me, “You opened Pandora’s box, so sit up, open your mouth and drink.”
Sleepily I move to sit up, but Mateo pulls me so I’m off the bed and on my knees, my face at the same level as his crotch. I obediently open my mouth assuming he’s going to give me his come. I dozily feel him slide into my mouth, but only the tip, I close my lips around him ready to suck at a pulsing cock when warm liquid hits the back of my throat like a river. I have a splitsecond to decide what to do—spit or swallow. I hear his words echo in my mind: I’ve opened Pandora’s box now, I agreed to whatever he wanted to give me. This being one of them. I swallow, gulp after gulp of his stream of warm liquid as he spurts into my mouth. I’m a mix of horror and surprise. I don’t know how exactly I feel about this. It tastes not pleasant, but at the same time not completely gross. It’s not strong or thick or making me gag. It is a whole world of what the fuck, I am going to need to unpack when he stops pissing in my mouth.
When the stream finally ends, I suck him dry and release him from my mouth.
“That, little rabbit, is exactly how I want to wake you every morning.” Mateo stands in navy striped pyjama bottoms and a soft white loose t-shirt. He is wearing a balaclava so I can only assume he didn’t want to wait to paint his face. It’s kind of eery waking up to a man who looks like he’s about to rape me, but even if he was, that is actually what he’s paying me to allow him to do. This job is one giant head fuck.
I don’t say anything in reply, I have no words and don’t know what to say. My brain hasn’t woken up yet and I’m still reeling a little abouthowI was woken up just then. Smirking, Mateo says, “Run little rabbit, you have five minutes to hide. My boys and I are ready to hunt.”
That wakes me up into action. I jump to my feet. I use the toilet again quick. It must be early again because the skylights are still dark. Unlike yesterday, I have a better idea of the layout of the house now and decide to creep into a room at the end of the corridor below the attic but before the staircase to the ground floor. When I enter, I see the room is a bedroom as I was expecting. The curtains are drawn, and a king bed is made. If I was to guess, I’d say I’d entered a male bedroom but then three men do live here, I think. Maybe they decorated every room to look masculine? I look around and contemplate my options.
The only places I see to hide are under the desk, inside the curtains or in the bed up against the wall. My tired eyes tell me to hide in the bed. I climb on top of it and then peel back the duvet by the wall and shimmy down into the soft bed and pull it up over my head. The bedding feels soft against my skin and a familiar scent fills my nose. What is it? The fabric softener? A cologne? I don’t have time to wonder whose cologne it could belong to because I see the covers shift and a menacing face come into view. My blood drains from my face as I realise, I just climbed into the bed of a lion’s den. God help me now as his mouth twists into a cruel smile.
“Well look who we have here, a whore who thinks she can climb into the big bad wolf’s bed?” he asks sardonically.
I don’t think, I act. I throw the covers back and fly off the bed and race out of the door. I get down two steps before Jacob grabs my hair and yanks me back. I fling out my arms and grab the banister as I careen back into him. Jacob grabs me by the arms, his fingers dig painfully into my flesh right to my bones. “You don’t think you can run away from me that easily, do you slut?” he snarls, and I can hear the venom drip from his voice.
“N-no, Master,” I stutter, ice cold fear running through my veins. I momentarily consider screaming for help, but who in this house is going to help me when they have paid to watch what Jacob will do to me. Fear racks through my body as he callously tugs me back up the stairs and manhandles me along the corridor and into the attic room. He swings me around to face him, I realise then that I’m crying in fear as tears streak down my cheeks.
Dangerous energy vibrates from him as I stand powerless in front of him. “So weak, but I bet your cunt is going to be leaking for me very soon.” He leans in and I fight the urge to step away from him as he licks up my cheek, and then the other one. “I can taste your fear; it makes me want to taste more. For breakfast, you get the privilege of drinking my come. Say thank you.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“But first you have to earn the reward of breakfast. Get onto the bed, on your back.”
I turn and fling myself onto the top of the bed, resting my head on the pillow.
“You won’t be needing this,” Jacob tugs at Mateo’s shirt, pulling a knife out of his back pocket and running it down from the neck to the hem, shredding the shirt in half. I want to shout out that that was his father’s shirt, but of course he would know exactly who it belonged to—he wanted to shred it off my body. My eyes are still watering as he crawls up my body like a tiger about to pounce on their prey before licking up the side of my face in a slow and not too distasteful way.
“Save your tears for what I am about to do to you, not for the anticipation of what is coming,” he practically spits as his eyes sear into mine. I hate this man with every cell in my body. I won’t give him any more of my tears, he doesn’t deserve them. Jacob reaches for my arms and pulls them out of each armhole of the shirt, then lifts both hands above my head. Reaching from his pocket he pulls out some thin rope and fastens my hands to the bedframe and I find myself laid out and tied up in the hands of a savage beast armed with a knife and a bloodthirsty appetite.Oh god help me now.
Satisfied with my bindings he sits back between my open legs as his cold calculating eyes roam my body. He begins to absentmindedly flip his knife in his hand and my whole body tenses up ready for the pain if he dropped the knife and it slides into my skin like butter.
Seemingly having made his decision, he lowers to the inside of my thigh. I’m hyper aware of his movements and his touch as my body begins to tremble with trepidation. Shit, what is he going to do now?
To answer my question, he runs the knife along my skin there, it scratches but doesn’t cut. A crippling fear takes over meas I imagine him slicing me open and sucking every last drop of my blood.
Jacob brings the knife up along my inner thigh so it’s dangerously close to my pussy. He is taunting me, playing with me. My heart’s pounding and my breath is coming choppily and ragged, I wonder what it’s going to take to get Jacob off and for me to not be dead at the end of it.
Raising the knife higher to the dip between my hip and my mound, I feel every inch as the knife scratches along my skin. It doesn’t hurt; it almost arouses. That can’t be right, I can’t be enjoying this torture,Can I?Ever so gently, I feel the knife breach my skin and Jacob’s mouth lowers to the cut where he begins to lick and suck. Where he is and what he is doing is sending sensations down through my body, ending with blood pumping straight to my clit. Fuccccck. I fucking like what Jacob is doing to me.
He lifts his head and his knife and scratches it down my inner thigh then up the crease where my inner thigh and bottom meet. Up the curve between the inside of my leg where it meets my pussy, and I hold my breath now wondering where he’s going to nick and suck me. I understand what he is doing now; he is toying with me, teasing me.
Lifting the knife, he scratches along my pussy lip, and I don’t move a single muscle. Nicking the delicate skin, he watches as blood bubbles from the tiny cut. He moves his body 90 degrees so he can suck the entire lip into his mouth. That’s when I lose myself, I forget where I am, the monster between my legs and the danger I am in. I arch my back and push my hips into his face more. I want him to suck more of my pussy into his mouth, preferably my clit.
“Tsk, tsk,” I hear Jacob’s sardonic voice. “Anyone would think you were enjoying being so dangerously near being skinned alive. Want more, little whore?”
“Yes, please Master, please give me more. Please,” I beg.I knew he would enjoy me begging, the sick bastard.
Jacob runs his knife up my pussy, dangerously close to my clit and then down the other side. I feel another tiny sting and know he’s cut me on the other side when he lowers his head and laps up the blood. “You bleed so pretty for a whore; I can’t get enough of you.” The power he has over me is unyielding, I’m at the complete mercy of this monster yet I’m lost to the high of the thrill, the anticipation is eating me alive of where he’ll touch me with his blade next.
“How would it feel if I was to caress my blade to your clit. Would you like to know?”
“Yes, no, I mean yes—please be careful, Master.”
