I don’t knock. I don’t speak. I simply enter Tristan’s office, shutting the door behind me, and make my way around his desk to where he’s sitting in his chair. His eyes widen and one brow lifts. He leans back in his chair and the corners of his mouth tug upward, but onlyslightly.
I lower myself to the floor, kneeling before him, and position myself between his thick, muscular thighs. Normally I would glide my palms up his legs, teasing him and giving him time to become fully erect. But not this time. I want this to be over and done so I can pull mykey.
I tug at the button on his trousers and then lower the zipper. Untucking his button-down, I shove it upward to his waist. His hardening cock jumps out of his boxer briefs when I pull down the elasticwaistband.
I keep my head down, never making eye contact with him. That’s what he likes in his submissive, but I choose to keep my eyes lowered because I can’t bear to see an ounce of satisfaction on hisface.
I tilt my head to the side, forming a curtain with my hair over one shoulder. I want him to watch. He loves the sight of his cock in my mouth, and it’ll get him offfaster.
I hold the base and forgo the licking and teasing that I would normally do. I simply open and take him into my mouth. Breath hisses between his gritted teeth, and he pushes his fingers into my hair, cradling the back of my head. His head drops back to rest against his chair and he lifts his hips a little to thrust into my mouth. “Take it in all theway.”
I breathe deeply and mentally turn off my gag reflex when I lower my mouth down the length of his shaft until the tip hits the back of my throat. The taste of salty pre-cum fills my mouth. “Oh, that’s it, bebelle. Just likethat.”
Bebelle. Hearing him call me doll makes me want to stop and slap the shit out of him. I am not his bebelle. If he really thinks of me as his doll, he wouldn’t have spoken to me the way he did. And he wouldn’t have chosen her overme.
I hate doing this for him. I hate bringing him pleasure when he has treated me as though I don’t matter. And if it’s an empty body without feelings that he wants, then that’s what the fuck he’s going toget.
I close my eyes and turn off every feeling and emotion inside me. The anger, the sadness, the disappointment—I bury all of it so deep that it’ll never see the light of day again. I become a robot, using my body only as a vessel for earning my nextkey.
“Fuck, you’re good at sucking meoff.”
Good. Maybe that means he’s about to come and this can beover.
I flatten my tongue and move with him, taking his cock over and over, the swollen head hitting the back of my throat. I take a quick breath and wrap my hand around his base, stroking and squeezing his length every time he slides in and out of my mouth. Saliva drips down his length and on top of my hand, making it slide up and down his cock withease.
He plunges into my mouth faster, thrusting so hard that I make that terrible gagging sound that he loves so much. His gentle hold on the back of my head transitions into his hand fisting myhair.
My jaws, my neck, my knees—all of them are aching. I’m ready for this to be over so I tighten my hand around his dick and suckharder.
“Fuck, I’m going tocome.”
He pushes himself deep, and I feel the warm jets of cum hitting the back of my throat. “Swallow all ofit.”
He pulls out of my mouth following the last spasm and reaches for my hands, pulling me to stand. His eyes connect with mine, and I see the happiness that was there prior to three days ago. But it doesn’t make me forget the things that he said tome.
“I’ve missed you,bebelle.”
He cradles the sides of my face and leans in to kiss my mouth, but I pull away. “I’d like to pull mykey.”
His subtle smile vanishes. “That’s what this wasabout?”
“You were very clear about what I am to you and what I am not. What else could this have possibly beenabout?”
He drops his hands from my face as though I’ve burned him. “I thought that you’d come to makeup.”
No. He thought that I’d come togrovel.
“This was about earning a key. Nothing more, nothingless.”
“All right.” He steps away and moves toward the cabinet. “You earnedit.”
Same as last time, he removes the box and places it on his desk. I finger several keys and silently pray for my fingers to find the key that will unlock thatpadlock.
I remove one from the box and hold it out in the palm of my hand. “Thisone.”
He hesitates, looking at the key in my hand for a moment before taking it. “Feelinglucky?”
“I’ll tell you after you try the key in thelock.”
He pushes it in and turns. And nothinghappens.
“No. I don’t feel lucky atall.”
I turn without another word and leave his office, running the statistics in my head as I walk to my bedroom. Twelve percent of the keys are gone. My odds are slowly swinging more in my favor. Every key pulled puts me one step closer to freedom. I just have to hang in there a littlelonger.
