I take a step back and look at him in his eyes to confirm what I heard was right.

But before even I could come out of the shock he says, "Strip and get ready with your questions. I will be back in five minutes and if you aren't ready we can have one more punishment session after we are done and believe me, I'm already enjoying this one even though we haven't started yet."

He shows me one of his cocky smirks and then opens the door to leave.

When he has left and I can no more hear his footsteps. I run towards the bed and grab the pillow and scream. Not because he scared me but because my body betrayed me.

Whenever he speaks dirty all I think is the things I want him to do to me. All the pent up sexual frustration from the flight in the morning returns back.

I just hope he won't tease me now because honestly I'm on edge and it will only take a little for me to lose myself.

With a determined mind, I get up and undo my brown belt and remove my jeans which is a struggle since it's so tight. The next thing is the baby pink blouse I'm wearing and then I also remove the rubber band, freeing my hair which comes down in an untamed way.

No more shyness because I know I'm ready.

I think of the questions I want to ask and come up with more than twenty-five questions I have been dying to ask.

Twenty-five orgasms. Uh-huh. Not. Possible.

I start prioritizing the questions and then select the five questions I have been dying to the answers too.

Let's see how many orgasms I can go through.

I have never experienced more than one orgasm in the same day. Honestly, I have only experienced orgasms thrice till date. Two by my first boyfriend whom I met in high school third year and one by myself.

Well, I'm a virgin but at least I know what orgasm is like.

What did you expect from a twenty-two year old? Sorry if I disappointed you but I too have crazy horm---.

The door opens and Mr. Salvis enters the room but as soon as he notices me sitting on the bed with a set of black lingerie he stops in his track with the bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Now, it was turn to smirk. " Took you more than five minutes to return. You know keeping a lady waiting isn't a good habit. "

Damn! I sound like a whore.

I don't know why but for some unknown reason my words amused him.

He walks towards to the bedside table and keeps the whiskey bottle there along with a glass and says pouring the liquid in it, "Then we should start instantly. We don't want to delay any further."

I gulp.

He looks at me in my eyes. "Your question? "

I ask him the question that has been bugging me since morning. "Why did you lie to your mother? Why didn't you tell her I'm the one she has been looking for so long? "

His eyes don't leave my face and speak. "Is that two questions? "

What? No.

"No. Just tell me the first one. " I say.

He nods. " My mother is a nice person. She always spoke highly of the girl who saved her life instead of leaving her there to die. If she would have known that you are the same person she would have loved you twice more. I don't want her to create a deeper understanding with you because that would make her feel more betrayed when you leave after the deal is over."

Now when he tells me this I understand why he lied earlier but that doesn't help me feel hurt. All of th--

"As mentioned before one question is equal to one orgasm. " He smirks.

Back to himself.

I wait for him to make his move, sitting with a straight spine so that he knows I'm not afraid of him.

But he doesn't move.

He brings he glass to his lips and takes a sip."Pleasure yourself. "

It just takes a second for the words to settle in my brain and for the air to knock out of my lungs.

Sure I have masturbated once before but doing it here, in front of him is more embarrassing than I can explain.

"I...you..I mean.....can't.... "

My stupid brain even couldn't frame proper sentences.

Looking at me thrown off-guard he chuckles. Pours more whiskey in the glass and then bring it to me.

"Think as if it's my fingers that you have been craving and just do it. Don't overthink it. " Saying this he handles me the glass.

I eye the golden brown liquid for a second but then drink it in one gulp.
Regretting it the next second.

Holy fucking shit part two. It tastes like shit. How do people even drink it?

I scrunch my nose and involuntarily make weird faces which makes Mr Salvis chuckle.

He takes the glass from my hand and goes and takes a seat on the couch after refilling it. "You know keeping a gentleman waiting is also not a good habit." He says smugly.

Bastard.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes so at least I can pretend that I'm alone and there is no one staring at me.

Okay here goes nothing.