"Come closer, pet," he murmurs. "Let me see you."
I walk over, my head held high, not letting him see me bothered. I do a spin when I reach his side and continue around the back of his chair to come to the other side. I get close but not within arm’s length and stop, my hand finding my hip and the other laying slack against my slightly trembling frame.
"Such perky tits, pet. I can't wait until they're mine." His cock hardens in his hand, but it barely fills his entire palm.
At least when he has his way with me, he's working with potentially the smallest dick I've ever seen in my entire life. Even including the small penis humiliation videos my friends and I cackled about in high school.
"Next outfit," he demands. "But make it quick or I'll make you pay."
I leave the room, my bottom lip quivering once I'm in the hallway. Slipping out of the thin black ensemble, I throw on another red thing that takes me a second to figure out which thin straps go where. I'm not entirely sure I have it figured out, but it will have to do for now. These things should at least come with directions if there isn't going to be an obvious front or back, or hell, top or bottom.
I wipe another rogue tear and march my way down the hall, eager to get this entire thing over with. I complete the same pass around the room, spinning on one side and going to the other to do the same while Ricardo continues to jerk himself off.
"Come here, pet."
"But you said..."
"I know what I said." He grits his teeth. "I'm not going to touch you. And you're not going to touch me. I just want to...smell you."
I inch forward, closing the distance between us until I'm just inches from him and his gross cock.
He bends at the waist, his tiny dick still in his grasp as he lowers his face to my center and takes an exaggeratedly deep breath in. "Fuck, pet. Your cunt is sweet." Ricardo leans back, rests his head and closes his eyes as he picks up his pace, aggressively beating himself off. His lips part and instead of picturing him like this, I think about slitting his throat and watching him bleed out. Anything to rid myself of this nightmare living out in front of me.
Without looking, Ricardo reaches to the table next to him and fumbles until he plucks a tissue out of the holder. He returns his pace and furiously jacks off into the tissue, his face contorting with what I'm assuming is pleasure.
That's what I'm going to have to endure for the foreseeable future. His repulsive orgasm face.
"Pretty soon, pet, you're going to be on the receiving end of this cock." He cleans himself off and tosses the tissue onto the table.
I pinch my mouth shut as my nostrils flare. Is there anything he does that doesn't completely disgust me?
Taking a step back, I bump into the table and nearly knock myself down. I steady myself in these excessively high heels and grow curious about when this madness is going to end, at least today. I don't know how much more of this I can take without vomiting on the man or bludgeoning him with anything I can get my sweaty palms on.
Ricardo stands and tucks his shirt into his pants before buttoning them. He clears his throat. "This was fun."
A knock sounds on the door but it doesn't open.
"Come in," he calls out to the person on the other side.
His daughter pokes her head inside. "Daddy, you have a call, it's urgent."
Ricardo focuses on me, his stare sending a chill up my spine. "Every Sunday, you hear me? Be here at ten sharp or our deal is off."
I nod. "Of course."
He narrows his gaze.
"I mean, of course, sir."
Ricardo pats my head. "Good, pet."
My jaw clenches, and it's everything I can do not to break every tooth in my mouth at how tightly I'm squeezing it shut. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to rip the fabric off my body since it's doing nothing to cover me and use it to strangle him.
"London can walk you out. I suppose you'll have no issue getting one of those, what are they called...Uber's?" He leaves me to walk toward the door, fixing his shirt and suit jacket on the way. Ricardo pauses and looks his daughter up and down. "You think that's going to fetch you a husband?" He scoffs. "If you're going to spend my money, you might as well have a little taste."
"What's wrong with my outfit?" She glances down at herself but Ricardo wastes no time wrapping his hand around her throat and tilting her toward him.
"Other than everything?" His nostrils flare and even from where I stand, the stench of his breath lingers in my memory and no doubt assaults his poor daughter. "You disgust me." Ricardo shoves her on release and slams her into the doorframe. "Get out of my way." He leaves without another word, the silence deafening in his wake.
