Chapter 5 Overheard

• Carla
• His rough hands, his husky voice, his cold face… That night, I can’t even escape them in my dreams…
• “Fuck!” I curse, again and again, as his hands grope over my butt. It feels like my moans and my gasps are tearing out of me. His touch is so electrifying, and sometimes so gentle. Still, I curl up, afraid of the pain that is to come.
• “I will not hurt you, little fox. I promise.”
• How am I supposed to believe that, when he turns from an angel one minute, to a devil the next? He is sometimes so gentle, and then suddenly, he acts like he hates me.
• He slides his hand right down between my legs, where my arousal greets him, having already trailed all the way down my thighs. My face flushes with shame. I’m a dripping mess! I lie there stiffly, cursing my slutty body that keeps responding to his touch.
• He wraps one arm around my waist, holding my trembling body in place, while his other hand slips between the folds of my pussy. I don’t even try to hold back my wanton gasp when his index finger enters me easily, aided by how wet I already am.
• “Master… Please…” My voice comes out broken and pathetic. I’m not even sure what I am begging for at this point.
• “Calm down, my little fox.”
• I hate how he still sounds so put together, while I drip all over his fingers and moan at the slightest touch. My entire body is ablaze, all my synapses firing endlessly, as he thrusts his finger in and out of me.
• “I’m going to enjoy devouring this pussy, little fox.” Those shameless words… said so casually…
• My reply is a broken-off moan, as he finger-fucks me stupid. Without knowing, my body has become loose and pliant in his arms.
• His arm around my waist slides up to my breasts. I shake my head, begging incoherently. I am already overwhelmed by the senses down below. I can’t take more pleasure. He is unsympathetic, chuckling quietly before capturing my nipple between his lips. The sweet assault instantly clears everything from my brain.
• My nipples, my skin, my pussy… All my senses are on fire. His skillful lips, after ravaging my tits, move down between my parted legs.
• And I’m defenseless. His head between my thighs… his lips, his tongue, over my most sensitive area… I feel my legs flailing helplessly, as I try to close my legs, to protect myself from these overwhelming sensations.
• “Master…!” I shout wantonly just as the pleasure builds up to a climax. As if on cue, he quickens his speed, eating me out like a hunger-crazed man. I feel hot tears pooling at the corner of my eyes, and my legs shake endlessly.
• Even as the orgasm tears its way through me, he does not stop, does not relent. I beg in words that are no longer words, no longer able to speak properly. At this moment, all I am is pleasure. All I am is his.
• “Little fox…”
• Hmm? My vision is still filled with stars as his voice invades my senses again. All I want is for him to enter me, to plunge in until there’s nothing between us, until I can only feel him.
• I open my mouth to beg, but nothing comes out. I feel the pleasure slipping away from me as he fades away, leaving my pussy dripping, gaping, wanting.
• I wake up with a start.
• What? How much had I enjoyed the night with this stranger, that I even dreamt of it? I don’t need to look down to know that even outside the dream, my arousal was apparent between my legs. There is a warm patch where I am sitting up, filling me with shame.
• When had I become so slutty?
• ”If I fuck your pussy, it means I own you. I won’t share my bitch with anyone.”
• The stranger’s words from last night echo in my ears.
• I finally have some time to consider the implications of what he said. Does this mean I don’t have to dance for as long as he’s interested in me? Or is he saying I need to be in his bed every night after work?
• I have to ask him somehow, for my own peace of mind. I also can’t deny that my body reacts so well to the thought of seeing him again.
• “Ouch!! Ahh!” I groan as I get off the bed at last. My whole body aches badly. How on earth will I dance tonight? A quick glance at the clock on the wall tells me that I have already slept the morning away. It is already 2pm.
• Fuck! How do I even walk when my legs feel so shaky?
• Taking one excruciating step after another, I head toward the shared bathroom outside, holding the wall for support. I feel my core throbbing so much that I just can’t imagine the spectacle if I dare to step on stage tonight. My limbs feel uselessly stiff right now.
• “Aaaaahhh! Goodness!” I can’t believe the person staring at me right now is my reflection. I look like a total mess. If just one night with him caused this, I cannot even imagine what my future will be like with such a “Master”.
• The hickeys on my body can’t be hidden by my uniform. They run from my neck to my thighs. My hair looks so dishevelled that… I don’t know how to describe it. I wouldn’t take a second look at myself right now. Even my lips are swollen. “Fuck!”
• “Good heavens, please make the boss give me a few days off. Please…” The incessant ringing of my phone forces me to hurry out of the bathroom. I feel way better now, though.
• Leaning my back against the counter, I scroll through the messages I missed in my ecstasy last night. There are a lot of texts from my younger brother’s caregiver. Immediately, my heart jumps to my throat. Did something happen overnight? I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if something had happened to my brother while I was opening my legs for a stranger.
• Thankfully, she was only asking for more money to buy the medicine for my brother, Aldo.
• Don’t worry. I will send the money right away. Please take good care of Aldo. Tell him I love him.
• I text back while heaving a sigh of relief. Although the medication for my brother’s sickness is expensive, at least this means that he is fine. I can just cut down my own expenses for the month… A few more missed meals won’t hurt.
• I clear the rest of the messages. Nothing important, just some bills, some texts from old friends asking to hang out, knowing I will say no, some advertisements.
• Then… At the bottom, a text from my stepmother:
• We need to talk. Call me now.
• I have no idea what the witch wants, but knowing her, it’s nothing good. When my father passed, my stepmother took everything he left for us, but she never stepped into the company. The only time she visits the company is when she needs to show her face for a major decision or for the shareholders’ meeting.
• Better to get it over with. I start applying concealer on the visible parts of last night’s hickeys, while I dial her number with my free hand, placing it between my head and shoulder to hold it.
• “Yes, I am a stripper. And there’s nothing you can do about it,” I snap back as she starts the call by mocking my profession as usual. “If you have nothing useful to say, I’m going to hang up now.”
• The line goes quiet for a while, then she starts again, her sly voice grating to my ear. “You know, how is your brother these days? I hope nothing… bad… has happened to him…”
• My blood runs cold in an instant.
• “You–! If you dare to lay a hand on Aldo, I’ll burn everything to the ground. Just come out and say what you have to say!” I am too angry to even keep my voice down by now, and it echoes throughout the surrounding area.
• “Don’t be so hostile. After all, we are family. I only missed you. So if you want the best for your family, I suggest you come home, and meet your future husband.”
• Husband?
• So this was her game. Rage courses through me. I can’t believe this. After my dad passed away under some bizarre circumstances, this woman has stopped at nothing to make my life a living hell. And after all these years, I still can’t escape my stepmother’s control.
• Tears threaten to fall from my eyes, but I won’t let them.
• I cannot let anything happen to my brother. Ever since my father passed away under bizarre circumstances, he is the only one I have left. I can’t let Sylvia Peters take him away too.
• “Fine. I’ll come and meet my… husband.” I bite out through gritted teeth.
• In this moment, I hear a dry chuckle, and whipped around. I meet a pair of eyes glinting dangerously.
• It is the stranger from last night, the man who has threatened that I would be punished if another man lay his hands on me. He leans against the door frame in a way that could be considered casual, if not for the tensing in his shoulders. A frightening smile pulls at the corner of his mouth.
• “I won’t share my bitch with anyone…”
• And he had just heard me promising to go home to my husband.
• He takes a few slow, agonizing steps forward, his dark eyes still boring into mine. I stumble backwards instinctively. One step forward, one step back. We perform this dance of hunter and prey, until I back up against the wall behind me. I’m trapped.
• Up close, I can see how he towers over me, dwarfing me under his broad and muscular frame. I can feel the heat of his body pressing into mine. His breaths. His gaze.
• I feel my own arousal betraying me again, despite my fear.
• The stranger slams his hand into the wall beside me, leaning in even closer. His knee comes up to push between my legs, caging me in on all sides.
• “Little fox, you didn’t tell me you were already married…”
• I let out a choked sound that is somewhere between a whimper and a moan. As he said that, he has pressed his knee up at the same time, grinding against where I am still sore from last night.
• “M.. Ma… Master…”
• “Hmm? So you still remember who your master is.” He speaks directly into my ear, his lips almost pressed against me. I can already feel my panties flooding at the proximity between as, at the pressure against my pussy.
• He can definitely feel it too, the wetness against his thigh. My uneven breathing.
• He smirks.
• “How shall I punish you, little fox?”
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