Page 6 of Into Oblivion
“Good,” he says as the elevator dings and the door opens to reveal the presidential suite. I hesitantly follow him out of the elevator, and I am suddenly nauseated.
“Go to the bedroom and strip down,” he says.
“Yes, Sir,” I say with a defeated tone. I turn and go to the bedroom, knowing its location from the last time I was brought here to meet a client.
I start to undress, and I can feel him watching me. I sit on the end of the bed, and he steps closer, unhooking his belt. “Henry told me you are exceptional at sucking cock,” he remarks. “Show me.”
Standing in front of me now, he stops his hands with his belt undone. I am trembling, but I unbutton his pants and pull him out with shaky hands. He has showered recently, so that’s positive. The last time I was here, I was rejected because I gagged at the sweaty ball sweat smell when a man took his pants off. Henry whipped me for hours after that.
I take him into my mouth and push his cock down my throat, and Ben groans. He is a bit above average, so I stroke what I can’t take into my mouth. After a few seconds, he grabs the sidesof my face and starts violently fucking my throat. It’s no different than what Henry does, so I don’t fight.
“Fuuuck,” he grunts, pushing me back onto the bed. “Beg me for it.”
“Please fuck me,” I say softly.
“Again,” he says before pushing my thighs apart. He spits into his hand a few times before coating his cock with his saliva.
“Please fuck me, Ben. I want it,” I whimper, trying not to cry.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts, slowly pushing into my vagina. I grit my teeth and try to relax as he starts thrusting into me. I stare up at the ceiling, praying he will come fast. It doesn’t hurt, and that’s the problem. I am so goddamn numb that I can’t even get lost in the pain to forget that I’m being raped.
“Fuck, so fucking tight,” he grunts, slamming into me. There is a weird amount of pressure building in my belly, and it won’t go away. My body tightens on its own accord, and Ben snaps upright. “You better not fucking come, you fucking whore!”
“I can’t make it stop,” I whimper. He grunts as he slams deeper, and the most disgusting moan spills out of me. I don’t expect it when he slaps me across the face, and I scream out in pain. Clamping his hand over my mouth, he presses all of his weight onto my chest as he starts ramming into me over and over again. It’s like he’s trying to force it, but I can’t stop the way my bodyreacts. It’s disgusting and vile, but I can’t make it stop. I can’t relax, and my body stays tense as he quickens.
“Fucking slut,” he growls in my ear. “Don’t you dare fucking come.”
It’s too late. I am already falling apart, and the more I fight it, the more pressure builds. When it hits me, I groan into his hand through my sob as my back involuntarily arches. He starts slamming into me harder when my body tenses, and comes.
Still buried inside of me, he pulls back, and his palm connects with the side of my face. I scream out in pain as he starts slapping me over and over again. I try to shield my face with my arms, but then he starts slapping the sides of my breasts and twisting my nipples as I scream so loudly that my voice breaks.
“You don’t get to fucking come unless I tell you to, you filthy fucking whore,” he growls, gripping my chin so tightly that it makes my jaw throb with pain.
“Yes, Sir,” I sob. “I’m sorry.”
“Stupid fucking bitch,” he mutters as he gets off the bed. I am violently shaking when he gets off me, not daring to move from where I am. I am trying to stop crying, afraid it will only make things worse. He seemed so calm, but he’s just as bad as Henry. Worse even. “Go take a shower. You fucking disgust me.”
I scramble up from the bed and practically run to the bathroom, making it just in time before my stomach turns inside out, and Istart vomiting. I’ve hardly eaten today, so it’s mostly dry heaves that feel like literal death ripping through my body.
When it finally stops, I turn the shower on as hot as it will go and curl up on my side as the water rains down on me. With the door shut, I am finally alone, and the sobs pour out of me.
The realization that my life was never my own is hitting me again, and it’s devastating in a way that hurts more than anything these monsters have done to me.
Chapter Four
Soren
Stepping into the hotel,we know exactly where to go. The elevator will give us away, so we casually walk to the stairwell. Micah has the security camera handled, so there won’t be a trace of us here.
“Man, why do we have to take the fuckin’ stairs?” Laurent complains.
“Bitch, you are immortal, and you can’t climb stairs?” Vaughn laughs.
“It’s so boooring,” he huffs. “I’m ripping this motherfucker’s throat out just because I had to walk up these goddamn stairs.”
“You whine like a bitch on the rag,” Diego says, shoving Laurent.
“Will all of you shut the fuck up?” I ask. “Goddamn, you all are more annoying than Shelby.”
