All characters in this story are entirely fiction and at least 18 years of age. Any and all similarities between reality are coincidental. I use the term "girls" to mean women not to mean anyone under aged. This chapter does not involve penetration but does have oral.
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I watched the men leave the room from the corner of my eye. Now that the time had come I wasn't so sure I was ready for this. Blood was pounding in my ears, covering the sound of the door closing and Darrien rising from his chair. His shoes entered my line of sight and I slowly looked up.
"Tess," Darrien took my chin in hand and lifted my gaze to his, "Are you scared?"
"Yes," I dropped my eyes to his tie. A green tiger stared at me and my brow furrowed at the sight.
"Do you like it?" he released my chin to pull his tie loose from his shirt.
"Why a green tiger?" my curiosity got the better of me.
"A present to represent the Group," he untied his tie but left it hanging where it was.
His steps were nearly non-existent as he circled me on the plush red carpet. Garret was right in making the room entirely red. My heart was beating nearly out of my chest, causing a painful aching in my ribs. I took a deep breath that halted when he gently touched my hair.
"This looks painful," he murmured while tugging my hairband free.
My hair fell to my shoulders and slowly unwound into a curtain. I took advantage of the cover and ducked my head down further. Nudity was no new thing to me with all that the business entailed. I had seen many of the Products naked before and a few of the male workers as well when they decided to sample the merchandise. It was, however, new for me to stand completely nude before a man who might actually want me as a Product rather than dismissed me as nothing. Darrien's touch and gaze on my body was leaving me with the urge to squirm. I couldn't tell if the feeling was pleasant or not.
"Much better," his fingers threaded through the waves of my hair before skimming down my back, "Kneel."
I didn't question but went to my knees immediately. His voice brooked no resistance and I knew better than to make things more complicated for me than they might already be. The carpet was softer than I thought but still unkind on my knees. I kept my head down while my mind raced over all the things this man could do to me alone in a room without someone to stop him. My muscles tensed when his shoes stopped in front of me.
"Look at me," his dark voice led me to his dark eyes, pure pitch black that glowed red in the light of the room, demon, was all I could think, "give me your hands.
I hesitated for a second but saw only patience in his stance and no anger before I placed my palms in his. His fingers were thick knuckled and short but strong. He pulled my hands up above my head and transferred them to his left hand. My wrists pressed against one another and I knew there was no backing out, no running away. Even if I had wanted to run where would I go? I tried to remind myself this was a good thing. What had I always wanted? To be wanted, that's what. Now that the time had come I was starting to feel anxious.
"Do you trust me?" his words surprised me enough to have me look him in the face again. I couldn't tell if he was serious. Why would I trust a man who bought women? Who would I trust anyone in this business at all?
"No," a slight laugh hid in my voice but all I got in response was a raised eyebrow.
The humor died but a small spark of curiosity grew when his right hand reached to unlace his belt. I couldn't look away from his fingers deftly unbuttoning the slacks and sliding the zipper down over a noticeable erection. My throat felt dry and too tight when I swallowed. The girls had certainly told me about this before.
"Have you ever done this before?"
