Elizabeth Finn - The Devil’s Pawn

He holds my head steady as his hips continue to thrust, forcing his cock into my mouth, and I suck as hard as my mouth will allow, challenging him to meet my eyes. Whatever fear he instilled in me last night, I’ve set it aside for this moment, worth its weight in gold, if he’ll just look at me. And as he finally falls apart, he does. He looks to my eyes and holds them harshly in his gaze as he unleashes himself into my mouth, filling my mouth with his semen. As every last drop of his cum is emptied, he watches me swallowing his salty liquid while his brow furrows harshly.

When his body stops pulsing jets of his cum into my mouth, I slowly pull my mouth from him, watching him as his eyes take me in. He’s panting, and so am I. When he’s finally able to break my gaze, he stows his cock, fixes his clothing, and finally shifts his eyes to focus again on the view out the window. He looks confused, upset even, and as I revel in the incredible taste of him still lingering on my tongue, I note to myself that he just broke his rules. In all his control and tormenting dominance, he caved at my touch. I broke him. Even if only for a moment.

The vagina doc, Dr. Michaels, is a middle-aged bland-looking man with a gentle personality. I’m at ease at once with him. Derek has blessedly decided to stay in Dr. Michaels’ office during my exam, thank God for small favors. Whatever ground I gained with my mouth in the limo would be dashed in a second if I had to suffer stirrup time with Mr. Pennington watching.

As we turn to leave Derek in Dr. Michaels’ office, he throws out one last comment to the doctor, while pinning me to the wall with his eyes. “Take a look at her right elbow, too, if you will. She had a bit of a temper tantrum last night.”

My eyes bulge and my cheeks flush scarlet red as Derek continues to appraise me. Apparently he was watching. As I pull my eyes from his and follow Dr. Michaels down the hallway, I concede that Mr. Pennington has indeed just taken back the reins.

Once changed in the exam room, I take my place on the table. I’m very aware I’m still incredibly sore, and this could be incredibly uncomfortable, but Dr. Michaels moves quickly. Within mere moments, my exam is done and his swabs collected. I’m given a birth control shot that will stop my monthly menstruation. It will be effective within twenty-four hours, and I’ll need only visit him every few months to be re-injected. It seems being a whore is quite the regimented, organized business.

Once Dr. Michaels is finished with me and I’m re-clothed, he walks me to his office. As we enter, Mr. Pennington looks up from the magazine he’s been reading. Dr. Michaels takes a seat at his desk while I sit in the chair next to Derek.

When the good doctor is seated, he directs his eyes to Derek and speaks. “Her elbow is fine. Bruised pretty bad, but nothing to worry about. However, I’m more concerned about the state of her vagina. Someone’s obviously worked her over.”

Derek’s eyes snap to mine in an instant, as a completely unrecognizable expression settles in on his beautiful, cold features. I think for a moment it might be pain, or guilt even, but as his jaw clenches and his darkened eyes hold mine steadily, his look becomes anything but compassionate. As his eyes return to Dr. Michaels, I wonder in curiosity why it is that the doctor didn’t simply ask me about the apparent state of my nether region. I suppose my health is now the responsibility of Mr. Pennington, and my input is no longer necessary. While Dr. Michaels holds Derek’s eyes, it becomes quite obvious. Mild mannered as Dr. Michaels may be, he knows how to hold Mr. Pennington’s feet to the fire. He’s forcing Derek to be accountable for me and for his actions, and from the look on Derek’s face, he’s well aware of this fact.

But Derek doesn’t shy away from Dr. Michaels’ question and answers bluntly and truthfully. “I took her virginity last night.”

“Well, that would explain it. Since when is Trimbles hiring virgins?”

“Good question. You’d have to ask Grayson what the hell he was thinking with this one. I sure as hell don’t know…” His eyes flit coolly to mine, caring nothing at all for the embarrassment and insult he’s hurling at me.

Dr. Michaels regards us both in curiosity as Derek holds my eyes, and I hold his in obstinate anger and fury at his comment.

Eventually, Dr. Michaels responds, “She’ll be fine but give her a night to recover. Her shot’s done, and she’s ready to go. I’ll call you with the results of the swab and the blood test, but given the fact she was a virgin until last night, I hardly expect to find anything.”

Mr. Pennington stands to leave, and I follow. He doesn’t say a word to me as we exit the building, and it isn’t until we’re back in the limousine and he’s raised the privacy glass that he speaks to me. He’s upset, and it terrifies me. “Why didn’t you tell me I hurt you?” My mouth falls open as I search for the right response. Did he hurt me? I’m sure he didn’t. I’m sore. I’m not hurt.

“Derek … er … Mr. Pennington, you didn’t hurt me. I’m fine.” My cheeks are flushing as I speak, and given the look in his eyes, he doesn’t believe a word of what I’m saying.

“What if your appointment with Dr. Michaels hadn’t been until later this week? Huh? I’d have fucked you tonight without a second thought, and would you have stopped me?”

“I didn’t think I could stop you.”

“You have no business being here if you don’t understand your rights. You can quit at any time, and you can refuse me at any time as well. If you don’t have a good reason, you’ll likely lose your job, but it is your choice. You have to tell me if you are hurt. I will never set an expectation that you accept a man, myself included, if you’re hurt, but if you don’t make me aware, you can’t expect me to make the right decisions. You tie my hands if you’re dishonest or hide something from me.” He’s speaking forcefully, and the anger radiating from him is like tendrils of a fiery whip lashing out at me. I’ve upset him, and I don’t like it.

He breaks from my eyes and looks out the window, once again ignoring me. He has ended this conversation, and with each passing block, it is clear he has no further interest in speaking to me. When we pull up to Trimbles, the driver opens the door and I step out, but Derek doesn’t follow me. I’m left standing alone on the curb. The doorman collects my dresses from the trunk, and I’m escorted with my packages up to my room.

Once in my room, I strip out of Liz’s dress and soak for a long time in the bath. The pain I felt this morning is already dulling and diminishing with every passing hour, and the water feels good on my body. As I exit the bath, I hear a knock on my door, and when I pull it open, I’m happy to see Liz standing there. She bounces into the room and starts riffling through my new dresses, looking over each appraisingly. I take in her appearance, and I suddenly feel very out of place once again. I’m standing by in my old tattered jean shorts and T-shirt. At least my shirt is fitted and not one of the oversized holey ones buried in the dresser. Liz, on the other hand, is in another form-fitted dress with heels. Again her hair is impeccable, her makeup flawless. She is such a girly girl and pulls it off so incredibly.

As she continues to riffle, she comments, “Not very … garish, are they?” She cocks her head to the side, studying my favorite gray dress. “Very … pretty.”

And she’s right; it’s “pretty,” and quite frankly, I feel pretty when I see it. None of these dresses look anything like the short mini dress I was in all day today. They are exactly as Derek requested of Jacob, demure.

Liz continues appraising the dresses one at a time, seeing the pattern emerge. Once she’s through them all, she looks at me curiously before speaking. “He doesn’t want you to look like a prostitute at all, does he? Hmmm. I wonder if that’s for his benefit or yours,” she says with a sly smile creeping across her face.

With that last statement, she stands, winks at me, and leaves my room. I like Liz, and she is definitely my first friend in this place.

I wake after the sun has gone down and the night sky outside my window is brilliant with the lights of the city. After hanging each and every one of my dresses up earlier in the afternoon, I’d collapsed on the bed and fallen asleep instantly. I wake slowly and relaxed, and my phone rings. It’s Mr. Pennington. He tells me to come to his room and hangs up the phone before I have a chance to respond. I rush to the restroom, taking in my curls with a grimace. They are their ever-unruly selves, and I give up trying to tame them, not wanting to keep Mr. Pennington waiting.

I consider changing into one of the new dresses, but am not sure I should take the time. Derek’s statement was to come to him “now,” and I’m guessing he expects his directions to be followed explicitly. As I rush across the hall and knock on the door of his apartment, my mind questions why he’s summoned me. It can’t be for sex, and that leaves little else that Mr. Pennington could want from me.

He opens the door and stands aside as I enter. He’s watching me and taking in my appearance, and he’s not impressed. “You know, the dresses are only useful if you actually wear them.”

I look up to see his raised eyebrows and dark eyes staring back at me. He’s as relaxed as I’ve seen him around me, and I think he might actually be more sarcastic than upset at my appearance.

I apologize nevertheless. “I’m sorry. I just woke up.”

He turns on his heel and walks away from me. “I know.” He was watching me again…

I follow him as he walks to his bed and starts removing his clothes. I watch as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it before stepping out of his pants. He stands in only his black boxer briefs that I’d met earlier today in the car, and shaking his head once more as he takes in my appearance, he demands I take my clothes off. My body is suddenly prickling with fear. Truth be told, the warmth settling between my legs is telling me it might be just a bit of desire too.

As my eyes question his, he reassures me. “Relax. I’m not going to fuck you. I know how to follow the doctor’s orders. I will, however, fuck you tomorrow night, and I expect you to show up wearing something other than … whatever the hell that is.” In exasperation, he indicates my clothing he so obviously doesn’t appreciate.

I start removing my clothes as he watches, and once I’m finally standing naked in front of him, he pulls his underwear down and steps out of them. He is now fully undressed and standing in front of me. He is beautiful. I’m again taken aback by his size, and as my eyes stall out over his groin, he continues to watch me. My body is on fire as I look him over. His chest, strong and tight. His waist, lean and narrow. His hips perfectly frame his rigid cock, which juts up between them. His legs are lean and perfectly proportioned. He turns to drop his watch on the bedside table, and I’m afforded the very best view of his bottom. The cheeks of his bottom are round and firm, and I imagine touching them, caressing them. For a man that terrifies me, I certainly do find the idea of touching him and tasting him extremely intoxicating.

He moves to the bed and lies down with his legs spread slightly apart. Then he speaks to me, and the warmth that has been building between my legs turns to a flood of wetness. “Kneel beside me and suck my cock.”

I approach the bed, kneel at his waist, and then lean toward his engorged penis. I grasp him first with my hand, raising his cock to meet my mouth, and when my lips touch him, he hisses out a restrained breath. My eyes flit to his for reassurance, and he gives it. “Don’t stop.”

As I force my distended lips past the head of his penis and down along his shaft, he reaches out and pulls my curls away from the side of my face so he can watch, and he groans quietly as I continue to pull him into my mouth, and then release him back out. I reach to his testicles, tight and taut in his arousal, and at the touch of my hand, his stomach muscles quiver and contract. He’s enjoying this, and I have no idea how I’ve managed to figure out his body so easily. He brushes the pad of his thumb down along my cheek. It is an uncharacteristic gentle and tender move on his part and is interrupted only when his groans intensify and his body’s response to my mouth becomes uncontrolled and nears his threshold. Before he comes undone completely, he reaches his hand to the inside of my thigh and swiftly pulls my hips to straddle his neck. He is now face-to-ass with the most intimate part of my body, and I freeze, letting his cock drop from my mouth.