A humourless smile. “That makes sense. It means I own you.”
“But—”
“Your old man’s a hundred grand in the hole. That means giving me something worth at least a little of that or eating dirt. He chose this.” Derek gripped her chin hard, turning her face left and right. “You’re pretty for a Kennedy.”
It was strange to hear her old name. She’d been Mara Hardiman for so long. The stranger looked at her expectantly, and she found her tongue. “I… Thank you.”
“Virgin?”
The idea was ridiculous. She’d lost her virginity years ago; she and Derek had twins—beautiful boys currently at home with their babysitter, Saskia—but in the moment, it didn’t feel like lying to mumble, “Yes. I’m a virgin.”
“Right.” He let go of her face, both hands moving to his fly. “Open up.”
And then it was just there, his cock in her face. Semi-hard, growing harder by the second. Mara gasped as if she was a virgin. Derek traced the soft head over her lips, and she almost gagged. She tried to pull away, but his hand was already in her hair, holding her fast. “Don’t piss me off. Suck.”
Mara allowed herself to be pulled forward, parting her lips and drawing him into her mouth. His thickness made her choke, and Derek laughed. “That’s it. Do your job, slut.”
She drew on him slowly, trying to act like she’d never done this before and didn’t know exactly how her husband liked it. A sudden coldness made Mara start.
“Watch ya fuckin’ teeth,” Derek snarled. He was pressing his vodka bottle to her face.
Mara tried to continue sucking him, but it was hard while she was lying on her back with the bottle on her face. Derek pushed his tattooed hips forward so she choked and sputtered saliva. He wiped a splash off her chin with the rough pad of his thumb.
“You’re going to live here with me. Not in this room, you’ll have your own. If I want you to come fuck me, I’ll let you know; otherwise, you stay in there, understand?”
Mara nodded.
The bottle pressed harder against her cheek. “I said, ‘Do you understand?’”
“Ige ungerstanggg,” she garbled.
“Good.” He resumed pumping in and out of her mouth, swigging from the bottle before returning it to her face, the glass already warm from her skin.
“Most of your job’ll be this,” he said. “But you’ll clean too. There’s a uniform in your room. You’ll wear it whenever you work.”
Mara felt her whole body flush. She could just imagine the uniform this man would pick out for her.
“Your old man said you’re a good cook,” he continued. “You’ll do that for me too. I’ll tell you when I won’t be here; otherwise, it’ll be morning and night.”
The complications of this were too much, even in a fantasy. She pulled her mouth away from his cock, careful not to disturb the vodka bottle. “How will I know what you’ll like?”
He glared down at her. “You’ll figure it out. Get your mouth back on my dick.”
She obeyed, sucking him deeper, raising her head off the pillow as high as she could without hurting herself. He was so hard he felt like a smooth club between her teeth.
“Like doing that, whore?”
“Yeggs.”
“You’re lying, but fuck it.” Derek drank again, returning the bottle to her skull as though she were a human coffee table. “You’ll stay in this house twenty-four seven. I’ll pick out your clothes, and if any of my boys come around, you go straight to your room. I don’t want any men looking at you. Got it?”
She nodded.
He reached down and began playing with her right breast, squeezing it absently as he drank and talked about how he would drive her anywhere she needed to go, and she wasn’t allowed a phone. Mara pressed her thighs together as she worked. She could taste that Derek was getting close, yet his voice hadn’t changed in the slightest. She was awed by his control at times. His absolute mastery over his own body. He’d once used it to become the greatest AFL footballer of his age, but now he pushed her into the most desperate, needy places while acting like he could take it or leave it.
Derek gave her left nipple a hard tug. “I’m done with your introduction. Stop sucking.”
She released him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Derek’s cock stood over her accusingly, the end angry with blood.
