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Lies!
I don’t miss him. That’s a lie.
I don’t want to feel his touch. Another lie.
I shouldn’t have asked for this.
I don’t have to do this.
Yes. These lies fail to stop me from making another stupid decision. This time, it's not because I need to. But I want to.
The door opens; my heart pounds hard. He’s here. It’s been almost a year since I saw him. The asshole stayed true to his words that he’ll never chase me. And that I won't have a fairytale romance with him. But his memory keeps me wanting one. I still can’t wake up from that week-long dream of being with him. I know why.
He never left me. Doctor Sir has always been with me in secret.
I wanted to stick to my plan and sell the stuff I got from him. The proceeds were enough to pay for my tuition. It could secure me an internship at Osler.
I changed my mind. Sir is a doctor. I can't let him think that I became one because of him. I was ready to quit my last year. But a blessing came.
A pharmaceutical company gave out scholarship grants, and the dean offered one to me. I didn't let the opportunity pass. After getting it, I ask the pimp to return the things Sir has given me. I thought I could finally ease my mind and believe that I could become a doctor because of my doing.
I was wrong. Last week, I discovered that no scholarship grant existed. Somebody only offered to finance everything I needed for my last year. No fool would do that for me. Only him. Sir didn’t give me a choice. I’ve already benefited from the “scholarship” he gave me. I need to pay him for it. And there’s only one thing I know how.
“You don’t have to do this, Carmen,” Sir tells me.
I grit my teeth. He can call me by my name. But I still can't call him with his. I've spent months scanning the internet as to who he is. It's like he never existed. I didn't even know where to start. What do I type into Google? Name every tall, handsome, bald man that looks like a young, charming Bruce Willis in the world?
If only I had a name or even a picture. He never gave me one. And I suck at sketching his face that Google might spit on my face if I use it to find him.
“It was my gift to you,” Sir adds.
"I don't want to be indebted to you," Sir keeps gulping while trying to avoid looking at my outfit. I wear the same clothes he required during my initiation, except for the blindfold. "I can't keep thinking why you did it for me. You'll end up playing with my heart."
“And is it wrong to entertain what you feel for me?”
"Yes," I do not hesitate. Sir has become a distraction. The mystery surrounding him distracts me. How can I understand my feelings for him when I don't know his name? "How can it be right when you can't even let me call you by your name?"
Sir licks his lips and surrenders to his desire to look at me. My heart, thighs, clit, and pussy walls throb at the sharpness of his stare. Another lie. I didn’t come here to pay him. I am here because I want to feel him again. And in his eyes, it also shows that he feels the same way.
“Fine. Let’s do this your way,” Sir gives in.
He walks toward me and ravishes my mouth. I almost gag when he pushes his tongue deep into my throat before scratching the inner linings of my cheeks with the tip of his tongue. Heat fills my mouth, urging me to moan into his.
"You want to be, Tannie?" Sir pulls down the tiny ribbon covering my breasts and squeezes one of them. I gasp when he suddenly sucks the nipple. He holds my nape with his other hand and keeps my face too close to his. "I'll make you remember how to be her."
Sir pushes me to my knees, leveling me to his crotch. He looks at me with his domineering aura – far from the gentleman I spent the last day with on the island. "You want to repay what I gave as your tuition? Fine," he unbuckles his pants and releases his cock. "I'll take all your holes tonight. Same rules. No more exceptions.”
He holds the top of my head and pushes his cock into my mouth. This is how he was on our first night. This is how I was a Tannie. Not a woman he is interested in, but something he bought with his billionaire ass.
I squeeze his outer thigh when he pushes his thick cock deep into my throat. He pulls out when I gag. He pulls my head up and thrusts his cock back into my mouth when I recover my breath. I glare at him, and he replies with a scowl.
“You’ve been practicing?” he asks when I don’t gag on his second deep throat. “With that young friend you talked about?”
“Still jealous of that boy. News flash. He grew up to be better than you," Sir scoffs. His eyes fire up. "But I fuck better, huh? Isn't that why you wanted this night?"
Before I can answer, he thrusts his cock to the inner side of my cheeks and forces me to surround it with the warmth of my mouth. He groans out loud when I suck it. He pulls it out and brushes the tip into my mouth before bending down to kiss me.
I close my eyes and fill his lips like a stupid girl who can't hide her feelings for him. The man chuckles at my face and returns his cock to my mouth. I glare at him and decide to irritate him. He's a man who wants to take control. I'm taking it from him.
I hold his cock by the hilt and suck it hard until he groans. He lets go of a long exhale when I release the tip and swirl my tongue around the shaft. Sir loves taking his time. I'm taking it from him, too.
"Damn it, Tannie," he grabs a bunch of my hair, but he can't pull me away. He's enjoying the heat of my mouth around his cock and the slickness of my drool around it. "Tannie," he calls when I take his sacs into my mouth.
He trembles from the tension and moans from the pleasure. Sir wants to treat me as a prostitute. He trained me to be one on the island. I'll pay him as one and leave this dream and become better than it.
“Tannie,” I push his cock deep into my mouth. The tip touches the back of my throat. I suck my cheeks to give him the feeling of tightness and bob my head to add friction to his engorged cock. “Tannie!”
Then, he exploded into my mouth without any warning. Sir gives me an apologetic look as I wipe my mouth. But it quickly fades as a triumphant smile appears on his lips.
"One hole down, pet," he lifts me from the floor and hangs half of my body on the end of the bed.
My knees are on the floor. My butt and pussy are all exposed to Sir. I watch through his shadow as he takes off the rest of his clothes. I want to face him, but he keeps my head pinned to the bed. I deeply breathe when he pulls the beads and aligns them to my slits. My breath breaks as my shoulder shakes when he rubs the beads up and down my cracks.
"Which hole should I take next, Tannie?" I want to tell him that he's an asshole and to fuck off, but the sexiness of his voice and the domination of his actions excite me. He lifts my head and asks. “Pussy or ass? You don’t want to make me choose, do you?”
Why the hell did I want this? I could have just closed my eyes and continued to think of him as the prince in my dreams. I should have ignored that he gave me that scholarship. I shouldn't have awakened the monster that he could be.
"I rarely ask a woman to stay another week. But you turned me down," I hold my breath when he licks my spine. "I don't give gifts when I don't feel like it. But you choose to pay for it."
I gasp when he suddenly pushes a bead into my butthole. I twist the sheets on the bed when he puts in another one. It’s not the pain that twitches me. It’s my desperation to hide the pleasure I feel from it.
“I hate being insulted. When I give, you should only say thank you,” Sir whispers to my ear and inserts another bead. “Now. Pussy or ass?”
A shameless moan leaves my mouth when he suddenly pulls the beads out of my nether hole. “Ass it is,” he concludes.
“No!” I quickly object. “P-pussy.”
I might have moaned to the beads leaving my butt, but I loved the tension of the other beads pressing against my clit. I close my eyes when Sir suddenly pushes his fingers on my wet pussy.
"Pussy it is," he chuckles before planting a kiss on my back. He knows.
That I shamelessly want this night with him. This man whose name I still don't know. I have to know who he is.
