He was breathing so had. He was wondering what she was going to do to him. He had heard about her expertise in these matters from his brother and that had made him more anxious. He stretched his hands to her "Can I at least know your name."

She looked up at him confused no one had ever bothered asking for her name. She shook of the chill she felt when he did. "It's of no importance." She muttered.

There was a rope hanging on the pillar she took it.

He gasped having an idea of what she was about to do. "If you are going to tie my hands then can I at least know your name."

She put the rope away.

"Very well then I shall not tie your hands but be warned it shall hinder the pleasure."

He thrust his hands in his pocket bringing out some gold pieces. "Take this."

She looked at what she had put in her hands and almost screamed. Ten gold pieces. This can be enough for her to start a new life with, to finally get her father released. She knelt down before him in gratefulness. "Thank you. Thank you." She sobbed.

He didn't know how to console a crying woman but he had to. She was making him very uncomfortable now. He didn't think she had a heart. "Stand, it's nothing."

"For you it's nothing for me_ for me it's everything." She sobbed softly. He tried to give her a hand but she slapped it away. "Let me cry it has been a long time it's unfortunate though that I have a spectator."

He let her be. After a while she wiped her tears. Standing up she looked for where best to keep the gold pieces thieves did not break into her home but she did not trust the man already in it.

She took the rope again. "My name is Emily." She whispered. She took of all his upper clothing gentle not to tear any."Your hands."

He stretched his hands to her watching as she tied them both on a wooden plain just on top the pillar. "Now I know which name to moan."

She let go of his hands then like it was fire. Her heart started tp beat so fast why was he showing interest in her surely he knew she could never be his not unless he can pay for it besides with the money he had given her she hoped to retire.

She pulled down his pants gasping a little at the full length of his penis. She had thought whites only ever had little ones from her experiences she could almost logically presume so. She swallowed taking down his pants.

Her hands grazed his cock and he jerked. His heart was beating fast in anticipation. It would be the first time he will be with anyone that isn't his Lady and his Lady will never do What Emily was about to do now. She was so prim and proper unlike Emily.

"It's unfair that I'm naked and you're not My Lady."

"I am not a lady." She snapped. "That's exactly how this works but, but I shall make an exception of you."

"And why is that." He smiled.

"Because of the money." She took in a deep breath standing up. Gently she pulled of her underwear standing naked before him. He was enchanted by her beauty and seemed not to be able to look away.

"You're beautiful." He blurted out.

She got back on her knees not acknowledging his complement with a reaction. "That I know."

"You can at least smile and say thank you it won't kill you. Jesus Christ." He gasped. She had taken the tip of his cock into her mouth while he complained and blew on it. He was gasping she wanted to smile. The poor baby must have really never felt such pleasure having to be with only Boring ladies.

He threw his head back moaning as she took him all in her mouth and sucked bearing in mind that she was paid heavily for this she wanted to do it right. He growled so loud startling her and she had to take him out of her mouth.

"Do I have to tie your mouth too?" She asked looking up at him a little vexed.

He didn't reply. He used the time to catch his breathe he could not speak now even if he tried. She took him back into her mouth licking down to his balls. He came just then again growling loudly.

"Jesus Christ." She whispered harshly getting up on her feet, "People might begin to think I have caged an animal in here. Will you stop with the growling."

He blinked severally, his breathing was still unsteady, his eyes closed as he tried to steady it. "For someone who is supposed to give pleasure you are quite, harsh." He muttered opening his eyes.

"Oh please. Pleasure sometimes doesn't come with being sweet if you want a sweet woman go to your wife or whoever."

"Untie me." He demanded. She didn't hesitate she was done with him after all. Stepping back she watched him as he inspected his wrist.

"I'll be leaving."

"Are we not supposed to sleep together."

"That was not what the bar keeper told me."

"I just gave you Ten gold pieces surely we can damn whatever arrangement there was before then or will you like to return it?" He moved closer to her this time she was the one who moved backwards. When her back was against the wall she tried to push him but he held her hands stopping her from doing so. Her hands remained on his chest unmoving.

"You liar. I thought the gold pieces were for my name." She seethed.

"They were for your name I didn't lie but I didn't say I will not make another requested. I'm of the opinion that I get my moneys worth."

"I'm no goods."

"I beg to disagree on that, you were sold to me for a night."

"You arrogant fool." She seethed through clenched teeth. She struggled to get away from his grip she was angry and he was liking it. For some reason her angry was making him so turned on.

"Stop it already you can't fight me."

"Because I didn't want to, but now, now I have changed my mind." He was going to laugh at her when she slipped her hand away from him and punched him in the face so hard he fell back. She kicked him in the stomach and he fell on the bed. Immediately she climbed him bringing out her knife from her boot.

His lips were wide open in shock. What kind of woman was she? He wondered.

"Never underestimate a commoner. We've learnt to survive," she used the knife to Caress's his skin while she spoke, "every day is a struggle for us and we must fight or die unlike you aristocrats who sit in the high places unaware of what goes on in the streets." She caressed the knife on his cock and he moaned out of fear, pleasure anticipation. "We've learnt to cut, and maim all so we can survive. I'll kill you here should you try anything stupid with me."

"It is for your best interest that you don't. A mistake like that can cost you a lot more than just your head."

"No one will know I trust that a man of your status will keep this a secret. How will you say you were going to visit a woman of the world?"

"Not if that woman is so popular she waa recommended."

"Oh please. I'll not kill you though but for your own good don't dare me." She put away the knife while he watched her in anticipation of her next move. She was so very unpredictable.

"If you won't kill me what then will you do?"

"Nothing. My work with you is completed please do not stress me any further." She got away from him. Standing up she glared at him disapprovingly. "Please leave." She breathed out exasperated.

He stared at her for a while, "You sure don't know how to entertain visitors." He sighed standing up.

He took his clothes from where he had dropped them. After he had worn them and was satisfied with how he looked from glancing at the hung on the wall above her bed he turned to leave.

He stared at her one more time waiting for her to speak to say something but her lips were tightly closed together and she could not hide her relief when he opened the door to leave.

He shook his head disappointed and finally giving up he left, closing the door gently behind him.

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