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CHAPTER FOURTEEN Daniel
James' visit earlier to the estate wasn't the best idea and this becomes apparent as soon as he leaves and Johan comes looking for me.
I look up from the desk, in his office, filing the paperwork from yesterday's sales. We'd sold quite a few crates of wine.
He enters and stands next to me. "Your boyfriend had the nerve to come and act all macho with me. I wonder what he'd say if he knew wat a little cock-sucking slut you are. Speaking of which ..." He moves to lock the office door from the inside, and on his way back towards me, takes out his dick.
Will this never end?
"Oom Johan. Please don't." I stare blankly at the papers in front of me.
"Come on. Don't be a sissie. You do your thing and I promise to keep my end of the bargain." He shoves his dick against my lips. "Open up!"
I comply, but numbly so.
Sucking him gently, I fill my mouth with as much spit, as I can, to make him cum quicker.
"Ah, fuck! You're good at this. Like no chick, I've ever had suck me off." He starts fucking my face.
He's probably had slim-pickings, considering his personality and lack of grooming.
"Oh, hell, yes!" He increases his thrusts and his breathing grows rapid.
I do my level best to get him to cum sooner, sucking harder, while bobbing my head up and down to meet his thrusts. In spite of a pulsating headache forming at my temples, I focus only on pleasing him to get this nightmare over and done with.
He groans deeply. "Fucking sweet!"
I taste some of his leaking pre-cum and I increase my rhythm. Not using any hands but only my mouth to stimulate him, my neck and shoulder muscles are starting to ache and the thumping in my head is getting worse.
If he doesn't cum soon, I'm going to pass out.
A few minutes on, he yells out, "I'm cumming!" And shoots his disgusting thick fluid down my throat. Less than normal. Probably because he's been getting his rocks off every day, thanks to my efforts.
I nearly gag on it but manage to stifle the urge to vomit, swallowing it down while he's trying to shove his dick, as deep down my throat as he possibly can.
As soon as I've swallowed, I let his dick slip out and stand up to go to the bathroom, adjacent to the office. I have a small vile of mouthwash with me.
"Where do you think, you're going?" He grabs my arms as I pass him.
"I need the toilet." I brush him off.
"I hope you're not going to make yourself throw up?!" He looks mad.
"Of course not. I just need a pee."
Fuck, he'll wait for me to come back and hear me if I try. The thought of keeping his disgusting fluid in my belly, is enough to make me puke right her and now, but I manage to control myself. I just know he'll beat me, if I lose it.
"Go and pee then. I'll wait for you. We need to go check-up on the team at the reservoir." He sits down on the chair I just got up from.
I enter the bathroom and rinse my mouth quietly, while running the water to simulate a pee stream. At least I can get rid of the taste of him in my mouth. My stomach's cramping though, as if it's upset. It's like having had a bad meal that I know is going to make me pay for it later.
Fucking disgusting!
The next morning, when I wake up, I see James has sent me a few messages, wanting me to tell him what's wrong or asking me to phone him, but I don't respond.
It's better he forgets about me.
My heart aches. It feels as if something is gripping it and squeezing it mercilessly.
Johan leaves me alone, as the day progresses, and is suspiciously cordial with me. I wonder what he's up to?
When dinnertime arrives, and he hasn't demanded anything from me today so far, I sigh in relief. Maybe I'll be spared the humiliation for one day.
But, unfortunately, he comes to me after dinner and softly orders me. "Come with me, I have to show you something."
Fuck!
I follow him out into the open air and to his quarters. Having never been inside there before, I don't know what to expect. Just as I enter his bedroom, he grabs an old T-shirt, blindfolds me and then leads me to the center of his room. I hear him go and lock the door behinds us.
"Strip!" he orders me.
What the fuck is he up to?!!!
"No Oom Johan. This isn't part of the deal!"
"Do as I say or you'll be sorry!" He grips me firmly by the neck, as if to make his point. He means business.
I reluctantly take off my shoes, my jeans, my underpants and khaki shirt and drop it on the ground next to me, starting to quiver with fear.
"This is not a pigsty." I can hear him pick up my clothes and place them somewhere. Fortunately, I've nothing of value in them, except for the store keys and my phone.
I'm terrified now and when he eventually comes back and ties my hands behind my back with a rope, I start to panic.
"Please, please don't?!!!" I beg.
"Hey, calm down. I'm just getting my usual. Just want to see what everyone's seems to be raving about. Doesn't look like much to me down there. In any case, relax, I'm no moffie, so don't worry about it."
This is beyond humiliation, its horrific. Regardless of his assurances, I'm convinced he's going to rape me.
Please, God, let him not rape me?!
I can't see anything and my hands are tied firmly behind my back.
A few seconds later he puts a hand on my shoulder and forces me down onto my knees.
I have a strong urge to burst into tears but hold myself back. It won't help me in any case.
Hearing him unzip his trousers and drop them, he moves towards me and pushes his dick against my lips, forcing my mouth open with it. He's gentle this time and waits for me to respond. I hesitate for a moment before I open my mouth and let him in.
"Mm. Your mouth's heaven, as usual." He moans. "I can get so used to this."
I hate the taste of him. Please let this be over soon. If he gets off on this he may not be interested in fucking me for real.
Thinking I'm doing ok, he places his right hand on the top of my head and forces his dick further into my mouth.
"Take it!"
I do my thing but suddenly he lets me go and removes the blindfold. "You do this better when you can see what you're doing."
He goes back to forcing my head down on him and starts pumping my face like mad. His belly hits me against my forehead.
He's more vocal than usual. "Oh, thanks. You're such a good cock-sucker. You really make me feel good. Thank you so much." This is strange, even for him.
Increasing his tempo, he now has both of his hands in my hair and fucks my face relentlessly. I struggle to breathe but he doesn't give a shit.
"Don't stop, Daniel!"
Odd, he's never used my name but his thrusts come quicker and quicker, as he face-fucks me.
If this had been any other man, maybe even James, I would've found this so erotic but, with my flaccid dick as evidence, it's not the case now.
He suddenly pushes his dick as far as he can and shoots his liquid, with spasm-like movements, down my throat. "Yes, Jesus! Thank you, Daniel. Just what I needed."
My head's kept in place until he's convinced I've swallowed all of it, before he lets me go. Wiping his dick off onto my cheek, he puts it back in his briefs and zips up his trousers.
Thank God, he didn't rape me. I want to cry from relief, but instead, my anger starts welling up and I'm about to get up and beat the shit out of him, when I'm reminded that my hands are still tied behind my back.
He grabs my shoulder and pulls me up onto my feat. "Turn around!" He unties me and pushes me roughly towards the bed.
"Get dressed and then leave." He stares at me as I obey him.
"See you in the morning and get some sleep." He turns away from me. Done with me, the slut, he approaches his wardrobe.
The urge to fuck him up lingers and, as if he can read my mind, he stops any inclination I might have. "Remember, if you want to stay here and keep letting your mommy and daddy pay your way, you better do as I say. Otherwise it's tickets for you. In any case, no one will ever believe you." He fiddles with something in the wardrobe but I can't see what, because the one door's blocking my view.
My anger quickly turns to despair and with slumped shoulders, I nod, turn around and unlock his bedroom door. Walking through his small living room and out the front door, I step into the cool evening air.
I'm trapped.