Bella hesitated. She was a pro at sucking dicks but not in the living room.
"Let's go up to your room," she suggested.
Lucian stepped closer, reaching for her. His hand closed around her throat, firm and rough, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
"This is my house," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Every corner belongs to me. If I want to fuck your pussy right here, I will. I said kneel...and don't you dare object."
A shiver ran through her at his dominance.
Bella's eyes darted around, checking for Miss Margaret. Then, slowly, she sank to her knees.
Lucian unbuckled his belt. His cock sprang free. It was thick, long, heavily veined, as tanned as the rest of him. It looked like it belonged to a stallion.
Bella's mouth watered. She'd serviced plenty of cocks in her time, but never like this-never with this raw, aching hunger. None had ever made her feel true pleasure until now.
Lucian gazed down at her, his hard cock slapping against her cheek, then rubbing slowly along her chin in deliberate, teasing strokes.
"You've never seen length like this before, have you?" he taunted, voice thick with arrogance. "None of those other guys ever gave it to you this good, did they, you dirty little cock-sucker?"
To her own surprise, the words didn't offend her, they ignited her. Heat pooled low in her belly, her thighs pressing together as the arousal heightened.
"Come on," he urged, gripping the base of his shaft. "Show me what that pretty mouth can really do."
Bella wrapped her soft hands around his impressive length, stroking up and down with slow, reverent pumps. She leaned in, tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum glistening at the tip, savoring the salty taste. Then she parted her lips and took him into her warm mouth.
Her hands settled on his hips for leverage as she swallowed him whole in one smooth glide, throat relaxing around his thickness. She pulled back with a gasp, only to drive forward again...deeper, faster...bobbing her head with a hungry rhythm.
"Hmm, that's it," Lucian moaned, fingers threading into her hair. "Take every inch."
"You suck so good," he rasped, hips rocking slightly to meet her.
Bella took him to the hilt once more, slurping greedily, worshipping his cock like it was the only thing that mattered in her world. Because right now, it was.
Lucian's breath grew ragged as he watched her. "Strip," he commanded, voice rough with need. "I want to see those perfect tits bounce while you take this huge dick... and then I'm going to paint them with my cum."
Bella kept her eyes locked on his, a defiant glare burning through the tears welling at the corners as she took him deep, throat fluttering around his length with every thrust of her head.
"Don't look at me like that," Lucian murmured in anger. "I didn't force you, did I? And you're getting slow."
His hands moved to the hem of her crop top and yanked it upward in one rough motion, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air.
"No bra?" he asked, one brow arching.
He pulled out his dick so she could speak.
"It doesn't fit anymore," she managed between breaths, lips glossy and swollen. "I've been squeezing into the old one... and since I wasn't going anywhere today, I just... didn't bother."
He let out a hungry grunt, like her confession had poured gasoline on the fire already raging in him. His cock twitched hard against her cheek, demanding more.
Without warning, his fingers tangled tight in her hair, gripping her head in place. Then he drove forward in a brutal manner , fucking her mouth with a punishing rhythm that stole her breath and made her throat burn.
Bella gagged, eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She took every savage thrust, hands braced on his thighs, nails digging in as she fought to keep up with him.
"Hmm, Bella," he groaned, hips snapping forward. "This mouth is fucking perfect. I bet that pussy of yours would taste twice as good... but we're saving the best for last, aren't we?"
Bella's fingers dug into his thigh, tapping urgently, signalling that she could barely breathe, tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. But Lucian didn't stop. He drove into her mouth with the same merciless rhythm, chasing the edge, until his entire body tensed.
With a growl, he yanked free at the last second. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted across her tits, painting her skin in heavy, glistening streaks. Still spasming, he slapped his slick, throbbing cock against her breasts, smearing his release over her nipples and watching it drip down her curves.
"Uhh, fuck Bella," he groaned, as he milked the last drops onto her body.
Lucian buckled his trousers slowly, tucking himself away before stepping back from her. Without a backward glance, he turned and headed toward the stairs.
Bella rose slowly to her feet, the cooling slickness on her chest a sticky reminder of what she'd just done. Worth it, she thought...her trade for the phone she desperately wanted.
"Will I be getting the phone today?" she asked, voice steady but with a hint of insistence. "And I have something else to tell you."
Lucian paused mid-step and looked back at her, his expression was calm but clearly held some irritation.
"Speak now. I don't have all day for women's issues."
"Your daughter's formula is almost finished," she said, meeting his gaze. "I'll need money to buy more."
He tilted his head slightly, waiting. "Is that all?"
"No, I'll tell you the rest tonight...after you've bought me the phone."
"I have a conference tonight," Lucian said coldly "After it's over, you can come to me with whatever you need to say, and bring the child with you. But no matter what, do not speak out of turn. Act accordingly."
"The child?" Bella snapped before she could stop herself. "Is that what you call your daughter? You didn't even bother naming her. What kind of father does that make you? I had to name her Zara for you."
Lucian's hands clenched at his sides.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" he lashed out. "speaking to me in that bitchy tone? I give you a little privilege and you forget your place. I don't listen to the words of women...especially not a penniless one like you. Don't ever question me again."
His tone dropped, quiet but threatening.
"The girl is in your care. Call her whatever you want. You're here because of a deal, and if you cross me again, I won't just throw you out...I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life behind bars."
Bella's heart faltered, a cold wave of fear crashing over her. Her mind spun: What had she truly gotten herself into? Was she really going to let a man speak to her this way? But then the memories flooded back...poverty, desperation, the terror of a prison cell. She couldn't risk it.
She lowered her head.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispered. "It won't happen again."
Even as the words left her mouth, she knew how hard it would be to keep them true. Her tongue had always been her downfall...but for her future, for her life, she would try.
"Get dressed," Lucian said curtly. "I'll take you to buy a phone and formula. And remember what I said about the conference."
She nodded, shame and bitterness twisting in her chest. All of this, every insult...every threat, because she needed money.
Without another word, she turned and hurried upstairs.
Inside her room, she shut the door and leaned against it, her knees weak. After a moment, she went to the bathroom and stepped under the shower. Hot water poured over her skin, washing away the remnants of the day, but not the thoughts crowding her mind.
What had she walked into?
How trapped was she already?
And was there any way out that wouldn't cost her everything?
