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but my pussy.
    “Am I to understand you are adamant about protection?” He puts a hand on each of my thighs.
    When I don’t answer right away, he pinches my inner thigh. I can’t help but cry out.
    “Yes, that’s right. It’s one of my rules.”
    He smiles. “I see. You have rules. What are they?” He pulls his gaze from my pussy long enough to catch my gaze a moment before returning his attention to my most private part.
    “ Cash only. Use protection. Carry mace. Don’t fall in love,” I tick off my rules robotically.
    He chuckles.
    “Excellent.” Then he pushes a finger inside and pulls it out. “My name is John Zane, but you can call me Zane. I’m the man you were supposed to spend the night with. It seems you ended up with a John Cruze. How was the movie star? A good fuck?”
    I don’t answer and he pinches my other leg.
    “Not really,” I say, gasping, trying to push down the pain.
    “I see. Well you can be assured that you’ll be thoroughly fucked over the next few days. And if you’re good, and don’t cause any trouble, I’ll let you live. Understand?”
    I nod and he slaps my pussy hard.
    “Yes. Yes. I understand.”
    “Good. Then I think we can begin.”
    I close my eyes, desperately trying to prepare myself. Last night really fucked me up. My head is pounding so hard, I’m beginning to see sta rs, but I need to be at my best for this one. My position is nothing new. I’m a prostitute. Aside from my four rules, nothing is off limits. I’ve been chained up before. Not like this. I would’ve insisted my hands or my legs were kept free, but I can handle it. Get through it. I need to moan, pretend I’m hot, and he said he’d let me go.
    The truth is, even if he doesn’t, even if he kills me after, it won’t do any good to fight. This John paid Fileze for my services. I agreed to do whatever he wants. So I’m going to be the best fucking hooker John Zane has ever fucked.
    I steel myself and open my eyes. John is naked and standing in front of me. His body is fit, lean. Strong.
    “Here are my rules: Scream when it hurts. Moan when it feels good. And say my name in either situation. Got it?”
    “Yes,” I say.
    He climbs on the bed and I see his cock is hard. I can’t help but compare him to my John. He’s close. Not as large, but almost. He isn’t wearing a condom, though, and I shake my head.
    “Please, my rules. Wear a condom.”
    His face hardens. He walks over to the table. When he comes back he’s holding a Cat of Nine Tails. The ends are tipped with tiny shards of metal. He whips it across my stomach, and I scream out.
    “Good. Very good.” He maneuvers between my legs and sticks a finger in my pussy, massaging my clit with his thumb. His touch is tender and I’m surprised. My body starts to respond. It’s what I’m trained for and I sink into it. He sticks another finger inside of me, and another. I start to get wet and I see he’s pleased.
    “What a good girl. Fileze was right. I am going to enjoy you.”
    I smile. “I want you to.”
    His face goes hard again and he whips my stomach. Tiny beads of blood appear. “You don’t get to want anything. You’re my whore. You’ll please me and do as I say when I say it. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
    “Okay,” I answer and pant. He’s still massaging my clit with his thumb and the pressure is building. He sticks his pinky finger in my ass. My orgasm is close and I’m surprised. This asshole is going to make me come.
    I come on his fingers and his features lighten. He pulls them out and licks them.
    “Delicious.” He moves so that he’s straddling me, his dick in my face.
    I resist. “Please, can’t you use a condom?”
    His hand covers my neck and he presses down. While he’s choking me, he massages my clit softly. Amazingly, my body responds.
    “I won’t wear a condom. You’ll suck my cock and you’ll like it. Got it?”
    There are more stars but I try to say yes.
    “Very good.” He shoves his cock in