Sophia
Underneath the grounds of the house, a place I never imagined existed in this beautiful house. I sat behind closed bars, like a criminal waiting to be tried.
The air hung heavy with the scent of mildew, suffocating my senses. The walls of my cell had different scribbles, one written from stones, with different writings.
Cells lined up facing each other, each one, confining a victim. I couldn't see the face of the one in the cell opposite mine, the place was pitch black.
There was no source of light or even a window. The lights were turned off immediately my captors left after tossing me in here.
Was this my fate now? How long am I going to be here for? These questions kept replaying in my head like a broken record player, and I could do nothing to stop it.
"What are you in here for? Theft? Treason? Debt?" I jumped at the voice, trying to detect where it came from, but I didn't have enough time.
The hinges of the heavy basement door creaked open, interrupting me. The lights suddenly flashed on, almost blinding my vision
My eyes, which had gotten used to the perpetual darkness, blinked against the sudden intrusion of light. Heavy footsteps resounded in the quiet basement, as my heart beat against my chest, wondering if they were here for me or not.
My questions were answered, when the figure came to a halt in front of my cell. He was a new face. The keys rattled, as the lock clicked open.
He stepped in, grabbed my arms and pulled me up.
"Stand properly." He thundered, pulling me along with him.
We walked through long hallways, taking many turns, and it just seemed like we were not getting to our destination. Until finally, we reached a door.
The man knocked on the door, before gently pushing it open. We walked in, taking gentle steps. The room was partially dark, but I could see the silhouette of a man, sitted on a chair, with a glass in hand.
"You may leave" came his low baritone voice, as the man bowed and left.
I was left alone with him, and I couldn't have felt more nervous.
He relaxed further into his seat, placing his arms on the armrest. His head rested lazingly on his fisted right hand, one part of his hair falling over his left eye.
He was now clad in a black t-shirt and black pants, a contrast to the white one he was wearing earlier. His stormy grey eyes pierced mine, and I dared not hold his gaze for more than a second.
If it were under normal circumstances, I'd be drooling over him. This man was a perfect sin.
I tried to steady my trembling hands, to stand unafraid under the weight of his scrutiny, but his intimidating aura was too overwhelming.
"Come closer" his voice resonated through the empty room. I pushed my legs forward, stopping just a few steps away from him.
He used his fingers to gesture to me to come closer, all the while, his eyes remained on me. I moved closer, till I was standing in-between his legs.
"Kneel" I knelt at his command, my body trembling. I was scared to my bones.
"Undo the trousers." My head shot up to look into his eyes, but I was crippled by his gaze.
My shaky hands went up to his trousers, unbuckling his belt, before pulling down his zip.
He lifted up his hips, pulling down his briefs. His dick sprang out with force, as if being released from its confining cages. I gulped at the size of it, wondering how one person could possess something this size and length.
"Suck it" My heart jumped. I was hoping it wouldn't come down to this, but who am I kidding. This was not a circus show.
"I..I..I haven't done this before. Please don't make me do it." I manage to choke out. For some odd reasons, I loved the intensity of his gaze. It scared me, and then it didn't. It felt weird.
"Well, be grateful for the free class then." His voice was cold, but it also held this tinge of sarcasm.
I looked up, gazing into his eyes, my eyes holding a silent plea. He held my gaze, his stormy eyes piercing into my soul.
I stared on, trying to search his cold eyes for even if it was a flickering flame of mercy, but it was a lost cause. There was no ounce of mercy or pity behind his eyes. This man looked like he had gone through hell and came back friends with the devil.
Oh Jesus…save me…
"I don't have all day." He said, noticing my hesitancy.
I took my hands to his dick, wrapping it around my little hands, before descending my mouth onto it. He took in a sharp breath, relaxing more into the chair.
It felt weird having someone's private part in my mouth, but I couldn't deny that I was intrigued by how the texture felt in my hand and mouth.
After going for a few seconds, my jaws became tired, but shin I tried to pull away to breath, he held my head in place. I was choking.
He started thrusting in and out of my mouth, picking up a dangerous pace. My jaws were aching badly, and tears were streaming out of my eyes, but he didnt care. Instead, he picked up his pace.
After some minutes, barely breathing, he gingerly pulled out, white liquid running along his dick. I coughed violently, trying to take in as much air as possible.
"You can leave." With that, he stood up butt naked, and walked into what I assumed was a bathroom. I sat there on the floor for a while, trying to recollect my senses.
My mouth went cold and reality hit me. The tears flowed down my cheeks as I stared at the empty couch. This was my reality now.