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I stared at him for a second then back down at the contract. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. Seeing my hesitation, Thomas made his way back over to the painting and removed it. I watched him open the safe and take out stacks of money like he did just the other night. It was such a huge amount that I could never get used to it. I already had more than enough to last me for so long. This was extra.

“Your next payment, Angel.”

He slowly made his way toward me and I watched him the entire way. He stood at the table next to me and leaned in close to me. I closed my eyes once again as I felt his mouth fall upon my neck. His lips pressed against my flesh, touching and teasing me in a way that stimulated my entire body. I let out a silent moan as my mouth slowly fell open.

His scent was intoxicating. He pressed himself closer to me and I quickly became overwhelmed by a passion that had seemingly come from nowhere. I didn’t know what it was exactly but I felt powerless to my desire in moments like this. Even if Thomas had not agreed to pay me in advance, I was still enraptured by everything he was doing.

He trailed his mouth up the side of my neck, along my chin then across my cheek. One of his hands groped my midsection and I inhaled sharply from his firm but gentle touch.

“Sign the contract,” he whispered. “Be mine, Angel. I will give you everything you want and more.”

“What more could you possibly give me?” I said, half-moaning from the increasing pressure of his hand against my body.

“It’s inside of you. There’s something that desperately needs to be awakened. You are holding back. Let me unleash it. Just sign the contract and you can have it…”

Thomas was doing everything he could to seduce me. It was like he had some power over me. I was so used to being in control with other men but he was different. This was about more than just sex. Thomas had the money to buy me and make me unavailable to any other man who tried to make an offer. But there was more than that. I found myself wanting him.

My body longer for his touch and he gave me no respite. My eyes were sealed shut from the pleasure he was trying to force through me. His lips moved around my chin and along my neck, ever so closely to my own lips but never quite making it. He worked his hand down my stomach and across one of my thighs. I felt him flip the expensive silk to the side as he rubbed the inside of my thigh. The arousal I felt vibrated to my core and I found my opening aching for his creeping touch.

He slipped his hand up the inside of my thigh and my legs instinctively parted to make way for him. The pressure from his hand pressed up against me, my panties the only thing stopping him from making contact. A drop of wetness leaked from me. My legs moved farther away from one another.

“Do you want this, Angel?”

“Yes…”

“Do you?”

“Yes…”

“Not until…”

He moved his hand away, down my leg and across my knee. My body jerked as if to bring him back but his fingers were gone. I opened my eyes as he pulled his head away from me. My breath was heavy as he stared at me. He didn’t need to say anything more. The way he looked at me told me that the desire was there but he was holding back. There was a restraint and I knew what that chain was.

He turned to the contract on the table and I looked back at it. It seemed so ominous. It was as if the words on the paper were foreshadowing something much more sinister that I was unprepared for. The way Thomas looked at me made it seem like I was signing to keep more than just a secret.

But there was no way I could resist. How could I? There was too much money on the table, literally. He was too handsome, too charming and too… perfect. He had already given me his word but this would make it official.

This wasn’t just about making a deal. This was about satisfying a carnal craving that Thomas had so expertly negotiated. He left me hanging on the brink of sexual pleasure. And that was what I wanted more than anything.

I took the pen into my hand and pressed it down on the line. I moved the pen around as I wrote the scribbled signature I hadn’t used in years. When the pen fell back onto the table, Thomas stared back at me with an impish smile. The deal was done. Now all there was left to do was fulfill both of our wishes.

“We will be together,” he whispered to me. “You will accompany me when I see fit. If anybody asks, you are Angel, my assistant. They can assume what they want. They probably will. Those assumptions that you are more than my assistant are fine. The clues will be obvious.

“But what position I have you in exactly will remain between us. To them, you are my assistant. But behind closed doors, you are simply… mine.”

“And what position will you have me in tonight, Mr. Livingston?”

I gave him a devilish smile as I raised one of my eyebrows. Thomas fought his own smile off as he offered his hand to me. He kissed me softly on the mouth before turning me to the large window wall.

“Look out into the city,” he said to me.

I turned my back to him and felt his hand upon the center of my back as he slowly bent me over. I pushed my palms against the table as Thomas stood behind me. I did what I was told, watching the lights from all of the skyscrapers staring back at me. At the same time, I felt the skirt of my dress slowly beginning to rise up my legs and over my ass. I could feel the warmth of the flames against my tender flesh but it was no match for the heat emanating from his pants.

He pressed against me and the thickness of his cock was more than apparent. I closed my eyes and shuddered from his touch.

“No,” he said as he grabbed my chin. “Open your eyes. Watch the city.”

I did as I was told. I could see a faint reflection of the two of us in the glass of the window. I was bent over the table and Thomas stood just behind me and over me.

“No one will ever know how I fuck you. Say it.”

“No one will ever know how you fuck me.”

“Good.”

His thumbs reached into the sides of my panties and he pulled them down my legs to my ankles. I stepped out of them and spread my legs for him. I could feel how much I was already dripping as the heat from the fireplace seemed to be growing more intense. The passion inside of me was burning. My center ached for him. The sound of him unzipping himself was music to my ears. It was music that made me instinctively spread my legs even wider for him.

“Look down on the city, Angel. Look down on all the poor unfortunate people who will never have what you have. This is our little part of the heavens. I promised you a pleasure you have never experienced before. This is only a piece of it.”

He shoved his full length inside of me and I gasped. My own slickness made it easy for him to make his way into me. It forced my eyes closed but again Thomas grabbed my chin.

“Open your eyes… Focus not just on what you feel. Look down on what you see and what you used to be… You no longer have to deal with the cold of the night… Embrace the warmth you’ve desired for so long…”

As Thomas shoved himself in and out of me, I braced myself on the table. I looked down at the contract in front of me and at my signature. It was another reminder that we were close.

The pleasure started to rack my body. Thomas’s size was huge and the way he pushed himself into me forced me to open up even more. He grabbed my waist and started pounding himself into me. The sound of his hilt thudding against my ass grew louder and louder. I gasped with every time as Thomas continued to remind me to look out onto the city.

I could finally see it. I saw the part of the slums where my apartment was. I saw all of the people who stared at me and gave me their dirty looks. I saw the dirty streets that I had to walk up and down to try and find a way to make it. And I realized that it was over.

All I had to do was get through this. I only had to make it through the pleasure that he was putting me through right now. I started to grin. I had finally had what I wanted. I looked at his reflection in the glass and Thomas began to smile as well. He had gotten through to me.

Just when I thought he had given me more than I could handle, he slapped me across the ass firmly with his palm. Smack. The loud sound of my flesh echoed through the penthouse. The stinging sensation reverberated from my ass through my body, forcing me to inhale sharply.

Smack. Another serving of his hand against my ass forced another gasp from my lungs. Thomas held me tightly. He showed no signs of slowing down as he ravaged in and out of me. He swung again. Smack. My flesh shook from his touch and I struggled to keep my eyes open. My only motivation was the city that I was now looking down upon and the life that I once knew.

“Yes, Angel… Just like that… Embrace this…”

He slapped me over and over, alternating from one ass cheek to the next. I started to sweat from the way he worked me over. Underneath my palms, the wetness made it hard for me to keep my balance. I tightened myself around him to try and force it out of him.

Thomas placed both of his hands back upon my waist and gripped me tight. He drove himself into me with a hard and forceful motion. I let out a long, uneven scream to express the pleasure that was racking my body. He had control of my entire body. I felt like I was in the palm of his hand, being impaled by his hard and rigid flesh.

He suddenly pulled out of me. I looked down at the table and watched as the glass of wine disappeared behind me. Thomas grunted behind me as I stayed on the table, bent over and trying to catch my breath. After a few seconds, he placed a hand upon my shoulder and pulled me up. I slowly turned around and saw Thomas standing there with the glass of wine in his hand.

He placed the glass into my hand and a smirk fell upon his face.

“Drink it.”

I looked closer at the glass and saw what he had done. The red wine was at the bottom of the glass and swirling within it was his semen. A few drops splashed against the side of the glass and slowly trickled down into the wine.

I stared at him and raised one of my eyebrows. Swallowing a man wasn’t a problem for me. Having to chase it with red wine made it even easier. I locked my eyes upon his as I put the glass up to my lips and gulped it. It was more than palatable and it made its way down my throat with little resistance.

I smacked my lips in satisfaction and placed the glass back on the table.

“Now what would you like, Mr. Livingston?”

My dress fell back down the rest of my body even though my panties had been kicked to the side. Thomas bent over to pull his clothes back on. I stood there and waited to see what he wanted next from me but he simply made his way to the couch without saying another word. I took a seat next to him and together we watched the flames dance in the fireplace. In the foreground, the stacks of cash stared back at me and painted the perfect picture.

I leaned next to Thomas before gently resting my head upon his chest. He didn’t protest. Listening to his heartbeat, I slowly felt the evening beginning to slip away from me.

Thomas made this easy. It was everything I could hope for. In the back of my mind, I feared that this was all too perfect. But my better judgment got the best of me and I slowly drifted off in the arms of the billionaire who now owned me for the time being.

Chapter 11

I woke up in bed late the next morning. I sat up from the bed and looked around. Thomas was nowhere to be found. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on his couch. I could only assume that he had carried me to bed after I passed out.

Not sure of what to do next, I got out of bed and noticed that my dress had been taken off of me. I was naked as I made my way to the bathroom to wake myself up.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what Thomas had planned for me. Yesterday, he had instructed me to get a dress for his party. Now, once again, I had the entire penthouse suite to myself.

I through on some old clothes I had laying around from the previous day and made my way back into the living room. There was already something on the table. There was food, enough breakfast to feed an entire family. But it was more than that. There was a note.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll see you tonight.”

I could only assume that Thomas was busy with living the life of a billionaire businessman. I took a seat and ate the breakfast that was prepared for me, thinking about what I was supposed to do until I saw him again. I looked out into the city. The view was starting to become more and more familiar to me. I had been in Thomas’s penthouse suite more than I expected to be and now he was letting me make the place like it was my own.

As the carbohydrates and proteins slowly made their way into my stomach, I turned and noticed the money sitting upon the table next to the fireplace. Stacks of cash that people would kill for just harmlessly resting there for anybody to stare at. Thomas had given me a briefcase to store the initial payment in. It was tucked away in the small closet that Thomas had allowed me to use in his bedroom. Now that I was going to be making myself comfortable here, I figured it was time to make it even more official. I didn’t have time for that apartment in the slums that seemed so distant now. When I had to go back, it would be easier, even for just a moment.

After breakfast, I sat in front of the table and opened the briefcase up. I started to pile the money into it with the previous payment. One stack was already too much. Another just seemed excessive. A single wad would last me for so long.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I jerked my head up then hurriedly rushed to put the rest of the money away. The knocking didn’t relent.

“Just a second,” I muttered to myself.

I put all of the money away and ran back into the bedroom to tuck it behind the closet. After taking a second to catch my breath, I slowly answered the door.

“Well, if it isn’t the lovely Angel. Did you get a late start on your morning?”

Alina was standing there, already dressed in an outfit that made it seem like she had a lot to do today. She wore a tight black skirt that was cut just below her knees and a white short-sleeved blouse that exposed her toned arms. A pair of aviators dangled on the edge of her nose, just low enough for me to see the blue eyes I remembered from last night.