Chris pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside. He kissed me roughly, holding onto my hips. He tapped my thigh and I jumped up. He backed me up against the wall, and kissed down my neck. I whined, tangling my fingers in his hair. "Shit."

"I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock." He whispered.

He dropped me to the floor and I got down in front of him.

I met his eyes as I unbuttoned his dress pants. I pulled them down a little. He wasn't wearing underwear, but I had no issue with that.

"I hear that you give the best blow jobs." He spoke. "That's quite the reputation, baby. Let's hope you live up to it."

I didn't respond as I took him into my hand. Of course I give the best blow jobs.

I didn't break eye contact as I placed small kisses up his shaft. I took only the tip in my mouth and sucked softly. I dipped my tongue in the slit, pumping the base with my hand.

He let out a low groan as I took a little more of him in. I moved my hand down to his balls. I bobbed my head slightly, glancing up at him. His breathing was labored. I've only just started and he's already so turned on.

I took his deeper, almost all the way. I could deepthroat him no problem, but I wanted to tease him a little.

He may be a little scary, but he was still hot as fuck. Not only that, but sex with him was absolutely amazing.

I bobbed my head up and down a little before pulling away completley. I stroked his cock as I sat in front of him, mouth open and tongue out. He was watching me, his gaze was intense. God, I wanted him to fuck me.

I spit on the head of his cock and rubbed it around with my tongue. I kept my hand on the base, slowly moving it up and down. I took him back into my mouth a few moments later, swallowing him completely.

"Fuck." He breathed, knotting his fingers in my hair.

He thrust his hips, fucking my throat, filling the room with an obscene sounds. I was covered in saliva. It was dripping down my chin and chest. It was smeared across my cheek.

He was close. I could tell by the way he gripped me.

I pulled away from him and stuck my tongue out. I kept my head tilited back as I jerked him off.

"The little whore wants a facial?" He asked, panting softly.

"Uh huh." I replied, not moving from my position.

He grunted. "You ready?"

I nodded.

Within seconds, he covered my face and tongue in his cum. I moaned, lovingh the way in felt on my skin.

Cum is actually really good for your skin. Just saying.

"In the bathroom. Now." He ordered.

I got up and quickly moved into the other room.

"I want you to see how much of a little slut you are for me." He said, shoving me to my knees in front of the wall length mirror.

My eyes were red and I was covered in cum and spit. My lips were puffy and my breathing, heavy.

"Just look at yourself." He said.

He pulled his shirt off and kicked his pants off the rest of the way.

"You're mine. My good little whore." He spoke. "Isn't that right?"

I nodded.

He spread me open and spit onto my hole. I whined as he worked two fingers into me, moving them in and out. Even his hands were big.

"Fuck, please, I just need you inside of me." I whined.

"Fine." He pulled his fingers out and shoved his cock inside.

I cried out. In the mirror, I could see him fucking me. My mouth hung open as he moved inside of me. He gripped my hips tightly. The bathroom was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin. It felt so good.

"Oh god..." I moaned.

He thrust deep into me. My arms shook and I could no longer hold myself up. I fell to the floor as he fucked me. No one can deny that he's a literal sex god. He's so fucking hot.

I stared into the mirror, looking up at him. His mouth was open just a little and his eyes were closed. His body was coated in a thin layer of sweat, as was mine.

"Like what you see?" He asked.

I nodded.

He slapped my ass, as his thrusting became erratic. His hips stuttered and I could tell he was getting close.

It only took a few seconds before he released inside of me.

I whined as he pulled out of me.

He lifted me up. "Let's get you cleaned up."

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It was almost time for Chris's party. I'm kinda scared, honestly. I've never been to a party like this. I've been to like, house parties, but this is a fancy party.

Chris had helped me pick out an outfit out of the clothes I have. He said that he'll have to "match his outfit to mine because my clothing is limited," whatever the hell that means.

I was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a long sleeve black lace bodysuit thing with little roses in the lace, with the boots I always wear.

I was currently finishing up my makeup. It was simple; just black eyeshadow and lipstick.

Chris was in his room. I was in mine. He told me to go to him when I'm done.

I put everything away and looked in the mirror. I look okay, I guess.

I left my room and headed down the hall to Chris's. I knocked lightly on the door before entering.

He was stting on the bed, buttoning his shirt.

I sat down next to him, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted me to do.

"You look worried."

I hesitated before giving him an answer. "I might be a little."

"Why?"

"I've never been to a fancy party."

"This party is the furthest thing from fancy." He explained. "You can't have 'fancy' when there's street dealers and junkies around."

"Oh."

"It's nothing to worry about."

I nodded.

He went back to what he's doing.

"I have something for you."

I looked up at him.

He handed me a phone.

"This is yours now. I realized you don't have one. It's got my number in there and a few other ones. You shouldn't need the other ones, but if you need me and I don't answer my phone, try one of those" He said.

"Okay....But I don't exactly remember how to use this. I haven't had a phone in like 10 years."

"I'll help you with it later. Come on. We gotta get downstairs."

I put it in my pocket and followed him out of his room and down the stairs. He brought me into the ballroom, where there wears a few people hanging out.

"This is is?" I asked.

He laughed and shook his head. "Oh god, no. Give it like 20 minutes. This room will be packed.

"Oh."

Chris grabbed a glass and handed it to me.

I stared at it for a moment before looking up at him. "What is it?"

"Rum and coke."

"Oh okay."

He walked around, greeting various people. I stayed close to him because I honestly didn't know what to expect.

I wasn't really in the mood to talk to people, so I was thankful that no one said anything to me.

Chris was right. The room did fill up fast. There had to be at least seventy people at the moment, with more coming in.

Two men came up to Chris. "Mr. Motionless, a word?"

He sighed and nodded. He looked to me. "Go wait over there." He pointed to a couch on the edge of the room. "I'll be back in a few."

I nodded and did what he said, watching as he led the two men out of the room. I wonder who they are.

I jumped when I felt the someone sit beside me. I looked over.

"Well hello there."

I just stared at him. He looked like an asshole. He was literally covered in tattoos, from what I could see. He was wearing a black vest that was open in the  front so you could see his chest and stomach. He had a tattoo on his head.

"What's your name, beautiful?"

"No." I said.

"C'mon, just tell me your name."

"My name is Ricky." I sighed.

He laughed. "So you're the bosses new toy."

He placed a hand on my thigh.

"Please don't touch me."

"It's fine. Chris isn't around."

"Yeah, well I don't really like you." I told him.

"You don't even know me." He said. "Come on, baby."

He pinned me to the couch. "Hey!"

He held a hand over my mouth. "Shh."

I tried to kick him off but he had me in such an odd position that it was nearly impossible.

I yelled through his hand, but it was useless. The music was too loud. No one heard me.

He held me down, slipping a hand inside my pants. He didn't get very far, thankfully, because I was wearing a bodysuit. It was still uncomfortable.

I heard the sound of a gun cocking and I flinched and closed my eyes. I thought it was him pointing the gun at me, until I heard Chris's voice.

"Get off of him, Ronnie." Chris growled.

"I'm just having a little fun."

"You know better than to touch what's mine."

He got up, holding his hands up. "Didn't know he was yours."

"Yes you did." Chris said. "Do it again and I'll I fucking hurt you."

He left us.

Chris sighed and put his gun away. "Come with me."

I nodded and stood up. I followed him out of the room and down the hall to his office.

We went inside and he locked the door. He groaned and threw himself down in his chair. "I need a break." He said. "I'm sorry. I should've realized that it was a bad idea to leave you on your own."

"Who was that?"

"Just one of my dealers."

"Oh. I don't like him."

I sat down across from Chris.

He laughed. "I don't either."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, why does he still work for you?"

"He brings in good money."

I nodded. Makes sense.

He seems kinda annoyed. He sat there with his eyes closed.

"Wait, so you throw these parties and then you leave them?"

"I fucking hate parties. I can only handle so many people." He explained, not opening his eyes. "But I have a social status to uphold."

"Well that's dumb. If you don't like parties, just don't have them."

"I wouldn't expect you to understand, but these parties also serve as a middle ground of sorts, so I can meet and talk to potential business partners and whatnot, without the possibility of an attack or violence."

"Why would there be an attack?"

"I have a lot of enemies. I have the biggest drug empire on this side of the country. A lot of people want to hurt me or the people I work with."

"Oh."

He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He patted his leg. "Come here. I'll show you how to work your phone."

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lmao sorry this took so long.

comment any questions or predictions

~xxLux