Hooked after one night of passion

"You look exquisitely beautiful Em" Anne says air kissing me with a very proud look on her face.

"Thanks Anne" I reply feeling like a Princess. Anne doesn't like me calling her mom. She prefers I just call her Anne.

It's my eighteenth birthday, Anne had planned an outlandish party. The garden was beautiful decorated. It's an all white party all for me. I could barely recognize anyone considering I had no friends, they were all Anne's friends.

"Come with me, let me introduce you to some friends" she says gently, pulling me along with her. "And put a smile on"

I put up the fake smile as I've been taught.

I've waited for this day all my life. When I finally get to make my own decisions and not follow Anne's.

"Meet my daughter Emily" Anne says as I smile and hug and air kiss all in being introduced to.

For an eighteen birthday party, these men seem out of place, too old to be precise, but who am I to question Anne.

I was hoping to make a few friends at the party as Anne had forbidden me from having any friends, both male and female.

"Mr Stone, so good to see you here" Anne hugs the handsomely aging looking man. I feel his eyes rave over my body lustily, I try to adjust my dress.

Anne didn't seem to notice, her personal designer designed the dress in which my breasts were almost falling out as they were too revealing and hugging all the curves I have.

For an eighteen years old I was beautifully curved, so no amount of tugging is going to make any difference.

"You must be Emily" he says, not removing his eyes from body.

I nod, suddenly too conscious of him.

"You're a real beaut!, no wonder Anne has been keeping you in hiding" he finally removes his eyes from me to Anne who wore a very proud look on her face.

"Oh! Of course she is. Besides I've invested a lot to have her looking like this" comes Anne's reply.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her right at that moment.

He smiles, then puts his hands into his pocket and brings out a small box.

"For the birthday girl. Happy birthday! Eighteen never looked better" He hands it over to me with a wide smile on his face.

I return the smile, collecting the small box from him.

"You should open it" he commands.

I look at Anne to get the go ahead and she gently nods her head. I open to see the most beautiful earrings studs.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed in excitement. "It's beautiful! Thank you!"

Anne looks satisfied with them. I'm sure they're real diamonds. These aren't my first real diamonds but getting them on my birthday feels great.

"You're welcome, I'm glad you like them"

"Now, since we're giving gifts, here's a key to your own apartment" Anne says handing me a key.

"What!" I screamed, trying not to hug her as I know she's not one to display affections. "Thanks Anne" I say suddenly, teary.

I get to finally move in on my own, and do the things I like, without her hawking over me. How could she have been so thoughtful?

"Oh please! Not here. You shouldn't smudge your makeup, the party just started" she says waving at some of the guests still arriving.

That was just the beginning of my receiving gifts that evening, so many lavishing gifts were coming from Anne's guests as I call them.

Anne excuses herself from the party, I grab a drink from a nearby champagne tray and sips watching these old men mingle. Only a few women.

I was becoming really bored as time went by. I wanted to get off these heels and stretch my legs. I keep the fake smile planted on my face for the guests.

"Happy birthdays" here and there.

Where's Anne? She had said she won't be gone for long. It's getting late already and the guests don't seem to be leaving.

"Have you seen Anne?" I ask Robert who has been my personal bodyguard since I was sixteen.

"No ma'am, she hasn't returned back to the garden"

I look around hoping to see her but the garden seems more crowded now than earlier.

I gather up my dress to go look for her in the house. Making my way up to her office I hear moaning sounds. I peep through the slightly opened door to see her straddling....... What's his name again?

Mr Stone. I should have known.

As I make my way back, they both scream, I know I'm the only one who gets up this close to her office which is why the door was slightly open.

"What time is the auction starting?" Mr Stone asks. I pause and lean in to hear the conversation.

"In ten minutes time" she replies.

"You're really going to cash out on that one, she's fresh and promising" Mr Stone says, smacking Anne's ass.

"I know I made a right choice the day I picked her. I saw the way you were ogling over her" Anne says putting on her jewelry "just so you know, she's off limits for you"

Off limits for what? What exactly are they talking about?

"Of course, I'm only meant for you" he says. "Are you sure she's still a virgin? As in tight?" He asks in a low voice.

Anne seemed silent for a while before replying "Emily is a virgin, that I'm sure of"

Mr Robert stands up "I wonder who's going to be the highest bidder tonight"

"Anyone, as long as it's not you"

Me? Highest bidder? I took silent steps backwards and ran to find Robert. I have to get away from here. But where do I go? I trust Robert but does he know about Anne's plans?

I don't know who to trust right now.

I ran to my room to pack some few clothes into my small gym bag, changed out of the elegant dress into something more comfortable, took a last look at the room and ran through the back stairs.

I know Anne will be searching for me by now, I leaned against the wall, I had no idea where I was going or how to get past the security guards at the entrance as Anne had only one entrance and exit door.

"Here you are!" I heard Anne shrill voice as she pulled me from the wall. "You think all these cameras aren't working or what?" She says pointing to the cameras.

Shit!

"You're supposed to be getting ready" she says pulling me with her.

"Ready for what?" I ask feigning ignorance.

Anne stops suddenly and looking me in the eyes. "I guess you know by now, or why else are you trying to runaway?"

On getting to my room, she brings out a box containing a skimpy white lace underwear, a garter belt and stocking.

"There's no way I'm putting that on!" I screamed.

Anne slapped me so hard I fell on the bed.

"All these years of grooming and you want to throw them all away?" Anne screamed. "You do as I say and any form of misconduct, you'll be severely punished"

I nod in shock.

"You had better start changing and stop keeping people waiting, no more joking around"

Whimpering, I changed into the outfit. And she dragged me out to the garden which is already dark by then.

"You put on you best smile as soon as the light shows on you" she whispered to me through gritted teeth.

"Please Anne" I whispered back hoping she'd change her mind.

Anne smiled coldly at me and moved aside as soon as the spotlight is on me.

I heard whistles of admiration from the crowd who I couldn't see.

Anne begins parading me around in front of all the potential suitors, I felt naked and trying hard to hold back my tears.

"Turn around, bend low, shake your boobs" she commanded, I did like I was controlled.

It was the humiliating and degrading moment of my life, standing in under the light with old men ogling and drinking in my body with their eyes.

"Please Anne, stop this" I whispered to her when she got close to me.

"You had better behave!" She says in the coldest tone I've ever heard her.

Once the men had their fill of ogling me, the bidding began.

"A night to disvirgin her, can I get a one hundred dollars" Anne says smiling broadly.

I heard my breathe watching the bidding go on, I couldn't help the tears streaming down my face.

"Three hundred dollars! Done!" Anne shrieked in the most irritating voice ever.

Three hundred thousand dollars was the amount of the highest bidder paid to strip me of my virtue, and all my self-worth.

The spot light came on the highest bidder, who else could it have been? The most horrible looking balding man in the garden!

Anne turned to face me with a big grin on her face "weldone Em! Now let's go get you ready"

"How are you feeling tonight, ma'am?" Robert asks when he opens the back door of the limousine for me.

"I don't know, Robert" I reply, my eyes meeting his as I smile. It's not the "I'm fine" I always tell him, even if I'm not okay.

Robert's controlled by Anne just as much as I am, but from the very beginning, he's always looked out for me. I'm not sure if I would've survived this long without him.

Especially after this awful first night.

Robert escorts me up to the penthouse suite. It's the room Anne reserves for her best clients. I'm on the verge of throwing up when we reach the door.

"I don't want to do this Robert" I pleaded with him knowing there was nothing he could do.

"I will be right here" he says assuring me. It gives me the confidence I need to enter the room. Without Robert, I'm not sure I would've been able to go through with it.

"Oh my god" I whisper to myself when I see the man who awaits me.

"Undress" he commands.

I had spent the previous six months training, being taught the art of seduction, but in this moment, everything is forgotten. All I want is to get this over with as fast as possible.

"Lie on the bed" he says harshly kicking his lips. I make my way to the bed like I was controlled.

Once I've laid down, I fix my gaze firmly on the ceiling above me. I can't bring myself to make eye contact with him. I hear him shuffling around the room, but my eyes remain glued on the ceiling.

He stands beside the bed, looking down at me. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him undressing. Quickly, I snap my eyes shut.

"Beautiful" He whispers.

My eyes spring open when I feel something drop beside me on the bed -a black bag, I don't want to see what's inside, so my eyes hastily move back to the ceiling. I hear the sound of the zipper over the erratic beating of my heart, before he grabs hold of my wrist.

"This will ensure you stay exactly where I want you" he says.

I still can't bring myself to look at him. The moment I feel the cool metal against my skin though, I can no longer look away.

"What are you doing?" I ask, the fear in my voice almost makes it unrecognisable. I want to scream, but I can't.

"Ensuring you can't move" his reply as he quickly fastens the handcuff around my wrist before securing it to the bed. Instinctively, my arm tugged from its position. I'm trapped.

"I can do this ... I can do this" I keep chanting in my head.

Soon, both arms and legs are tightly fastened to the bed posts. He has me spread out like a starfish.

"Now that's a sight" he murmurs as he bends down and retrieves his phone from the bag. Click ... click ... click, is all I hear as he snaps shots of me from different positions. Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them away.

When he's done, he kneels on the mattress, making the bed dip. As his face comes towards mine, my eyes hastily close again. His wet mouth presses sickeningly against my lips briefly as his hands palm my breasts.

"Your tits are perfect. By the feel of them, I'd say real" he whispers in his creepy voice as he roughly squeezes the one he was holding.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours" he demands as his finger traces a line across my lips. "I'm looking forward to fucking it later"

I clamp my mouth shut tightly.

"Open your fucking mouth" he sneers as his hand comes to rest around my throat. I open my mouth quickly.

I squirm as his chubby little fingers trail a line up my inner thigh. I let out a groan of pain as he forcefully shoves a finger inside me. I'm not turned on in the slightest, and it hurts like hell "You like that don't you, you filthy slut?"

"Mmm, you taste delicious" he breathes as he places the finger that had been inside me into his mouth. My stomach turns as he opens the foil packet beside him, rolling a condom onto his little dick.

Thank Christ for small mercies. Anne had made me watch porno after porno in preparation for my new career.

"I'm gonna fuck you now. They say your first stays with you forever. I like the thought of you thinking about me for years to come"

A muffled whimper escapes as I try to close my legs, but it's an impossibility. He settles himself between my thighs. He's right about one thing, I'll never forget this night.

Never!

His fingers reach between us as he circles my clit, but it does nothing for my libido. Nothing this man could do would arouse me. He's a turn-off.

I cry out in pain as he forcefully pushes himself inside me. I try to think of the ocean, of rolling meadows, anything to escape this moment, but nothing works.

He's making horrible grunting sounds as he continues to thrust inside me, over and over again. I'm in agony. It hurts so much more than I thought it would. The girls in the pornos always look like they're enjoying the sex. Maybe they're just good actors.

"You're so tight. I'm not sure I can last much longer. Your cunt feels amazing. So fucking good" His words turn my stomach.

"I need to see my cum on your pretty face"

With that statement, my eyes spring open again. My hands tug on the handcuffs around my wrists as my head thrashes from side to side, but there's no escaping. I watch in horror as he strokes himself a few times before his body starts to tremble as he ejaculates all over my face.

That image, that sound, those feelings, will haunt me forever.

I start to choke as the vomit rises to my mouth. My tears are falling freely now as he hops off me and retrieves his phone again. Click ... click ... click.

"I'm gonna enjoy looking at these later" he says motioning to the phone.

After placing the phone beside the bed, he unfastens the handcuffs.

"You were worth every cent. I'm looking forward to having you again. Go clean yourself up and get back here" he says, dismissing me.

Getting off the bed, I crawl across the carpet trying to put some distance between us. He comes up behind me, slapping me hard on the arse.

"I'm gonna fuck this too before the night is out"

I whimper as I scramble to the bathroom. All I want to do is get away from him as fast as I can. I don't even allow myself time to get cleaned up. His filth is still all over me.

As soon as I fling the door open. My eyes land on Robert, unease on his face as he approaches me. I break down the moment I collapse in his open arms.

"What the fuck did he do to you?" he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the lift. Once inside, he places me on my feet and retrieves a handkerchief from his pocket, which he uses to wipe the cum out of my long dark hair as humiliation floods me.

He sends me to the bathroom to get cleaned up while he calls Anne and asks she come straight over.

"Grow the fuck up, Emily" She spat at me as soon as she sees me.

Anne sends Robert away. Reaching out, she roughly grabs my hair and pulls me to my feet.

"You ever pull a stunt like this again, "I'll fucking kill you" she snarls into my face.

My leather office chair creaks when I lean back into it as Rhea from accounting wraps her lips around my cock, bringing it to life. To my father's disgust, I've had sexual liaisons with most of the women who work here.

Well, the single, hot and age appropriate ones, anyway. I only do it to piss my father off. I don't need to pick up at work; I can have anyone I want. I'm yet to come across a woman who can say no to me.

My head snaps up when the office door flies open. Shit. I told Jodie, my secretary, I didn't want to be disturbed.

"You can't go in there, Claire" I hear Jodie saying to her. What the hell does she want?

Rhea lips loosen as she draws her head back. Placing my hand on top of her hair, I hold her firmly in place. She's always been a good sport, plus she's under my desk and out of sight. If anything, the blowjob will help me get through this unwanted conversation with Claire.

"What do you want, Claire?" I ask

"Oh, that's a really nice way to talk to your fiancée"

Fiancée? Not this shit again.

"I'm not your fucking fiancé, Claire"

"I've just come from visiting your father, He still wants us to get married" she says smugly, coming to sit on the corner of my desk. Let him fucking marry her. All my life that prick has tried to control me.

My angry eyes meet hers. She's beautiful, I'll give her that, but that's where my compliments end, because she has an ugly heart.

"We're no longer getting married, so give it a rest, will you? My father has no say in who I marry"

She folds her arms over her chest and pouts as crocodile tears appear in her eyes. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I have to suppress an eye roll. Who's she trying to kid? I've known this woman for most of my life and she doesn't have a sympathetic bone in her body. I've seen her work this bullshit with her father. She can turn her tears on and off like a damn tap.

"You can cut the hurt act too. That shit won't work on me"

Rhea lips curve into a smile around my cock as a muffled giggle escapes her. It sends a vibration down the length of my shaft. Clearing my throat, I loosen my tie.

"I want my damn engagement ring back, Damian!" she says, stamping her foot like a child.

Christ, I think I'm gonna blow. Shit, not now.

Being the head of a global security company, I'm trained to stay cool under any situation, but I'm not sure I'm going to be able to pull it off this time.

"You'll be waiting an awfully long time, sweetheart, because I have no intentions of ever marrying you aga......"

Fuck. Here it comes. My hands fist in my short dark hair as I tilt my head towards the ceiling.

"Sweet Jesus" I groan as my orgasm shoots through me.

"Damian. Are you okay?"

I can hear the concern in Claire's voice as she hastily makes her way around to my side of the desk. I hear her gasp when she sees my pants around my thighs and Rhea on her knees under the desk. My cock is still in her mouth. I have to hold back a laugh when Rhea gives her a little wave.

"How could you? This shit is going to stop when we're married. Do you hear me?" Claire screams, turning on her heel and running for the door. Rhea and I both burst out laughing when it slams closed behind her.

I push my chair back and stand to pull my pants up. Holding my hand out, I help Rhea to her feet.

"That was awkward" she says, making me chuckle.

* * *

Hours later, my office door flies open again. The floor to ceiling windows behind me rattle as the handle hits the adjoining wall with a loud bang.

My head snaps up in annoyance. Great, my father. He only ever comes in here when he's pissed and wants to rant. My guess is Claire went home and had a little cry to Daddy.

"Have a seat, Father" I say sarcastically as he sits in the chair opposite me without waiting for an invitation.

"I want her name. I'll fire her immediately"

"I have no idea what you're talking about" I say as I settle back into my chair and casually fold my arms behind my head.

"Don't play dumb with me, young man. This is a business, not a damn whorehouse"

"You'd know all about that" I mumble under my breath. My father's been seeing whores behind my mother's back for as long as I've been old enough to know better. Does he think I'm stupid? At least I don't have to pay women to have sex with me.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

'Exactly that. If you weren't married to my mother, I wouldn't give a shit about what you do, but the fact remains you are" The disdain in my voice doesn't go unnoticed as I watch him squirm in his chair.

"Don't try to turn this around on me. I want her name, and I want it now"

I have to repress my smile when I notice his face turning red.

"You can't fire someone who doesn't work here"

"What do you mean she doesn't work here? Who was she then?"

"She works at the coffee shop across the street" I lie, because I don't want Rhea to lose her job.

"You should go there some time. They give great service" I don't know why I get pleasure out of getting under his skin, but I do. Not a nice thing to say about your father, I know, but I lost all respect for him years ago.

"There's nothing funny about this" he yells, slamming his hand down on the desk. "Why I thought you could run a multimillion dollar enterprise, I'll never know. You're just as useless as your brother"

My knuckles turn white as my hands clamp onto either side of the desk in an effort not to wring his fucking neck.

I lean towards him. "I'm doing a hell of a lot better than you did when you were in charge. This business has grown by fifty-seven percent in the two years since I've taken control, and it continues to grow daily"

My father leans back in his chair, clearing his throat. He has no reply to that because he knows I'm right. Nobody could run this business as well as I do.

After looking down at my Rolex watch as I stand and grab my jacket off the back of the chair. This conversation is over.

"If you'll excuse me, I have a plane to catch"