Untouched

While on the train, we girls have planned something. Ana is keeping the boy that throws knives away and in another cart from Claude's, while Rosemary plays with Fernando's kittens, and apparently they've had sex. It was shocking. I am apparently who they'd guess is Claude's favorite, so... I'm stuck with seeing what he's like alone with me in his cart.

I gulp as I open the door of the cart and enter the dimly lit room from a few candles. He's got a bottle of scotch in his hand. Oh no, I need to bail. He gets extra aggressive when he is drunk.

I turn around and begin to open the cart door back open, but I am stopped, and the door is closed back up by the familiar hands.

"Why are you in here, Doll?" he asks in a low tone.

"I... I... Just came to see how you were doing," I say.

"Well, I'm busy," he says, and when he says that, I hear a woman's voice.

"Claude, hurry up and get back over here."

"Bend over, Doll, and lift your skirt," he says. I do as he commands, and after lifting my skirt, I place my hands on the wall in front of me.

"I'd much rather be doing this with you than that hag over there," he announces with a slur.

He sighs. "Well damn, Doll, forgot you are untouched. I can't do that right now," he says. I stop his hands from pulling my skirt back down.

"Please?" I ask, turning around to face him.

"If you can get the hag to leave with one sentence, I will," he says.

I don't hesitate to walk up to the literally naked woman.

"I know who your husband is, and I won't hesitate to call him to tell him you've been sleeping around like a whore," I say.

The woman sits up after covering herself. She stands, rolling her eyes with a huff, and what I thought wouldn't work did. She was actually MARRIED! Oh my gosh.

"If I leave, does that mean my husband won't be contacted?" the woman asks with clear fear in her eyes.

"If you leave right now, I won't," I say.

She quickly grabs her clothes and dresses herself, then grabs the rest of her things and leaves out the other cab door.

Claude chuckles and walks up behind me, grabbing my arms and lifting them to go around his neck.

"Doll, I may be a prick, but I'm not taking anything from you on a sofa," he says. "But I would like to enjoy you again, but I want your mouth around my cock," he says, spinning me around before even half the sentence had finished.

My breathing hitches as he stares down at me.

"I don't want something in my mouth that has recently been in another woman," I say.

"My cock didn't go into that woman and never would have. I knew you were coming in here for something, and I just wanted to know how you would get rid of a woman with one sentence," he says.

"How... How?" I ask.

"I have ears everywhere. I know every word you speak, Doll, a lot of it is quite interesting," he chuckles.

I gulp.

Did one of the girls tell him?

I look up at him, and within seconds, I feel his hand slap right across my face.

I wince and grab my cheek.

He chuckles, picking me up, and puts me along the sofa.

"I know you liked that," he says. "I know all you girls like it."

His hand wraps around my neck, and he pulls me up to his face from it. "Am I wrong?" he tilts his head to the side.

My response is almost a laugh.

"Yeah," I say. Between my legs is aching.

His hand tightens around my throat, and I gasp. "Open your legs," he demands. I spread them within seconds of those words leaving his mouth.

He moves between them, keeping his grip on my neck as he smashes his liquor-tasting lips against mine.

His free hand digs his fingers into the side of my thigh, which causes me to whimper into the kiss.

My mind is everywhere; the fact that I got him again feels strange to me.

My hands comb through his hair as he begins to rock his hips against me. There's more aggression than last night, though.

"I want your cock in my mouth," I want into his mouth. He moves his mouth to my ear. "Such a good girl," he says, then presses his lips back on mine.

My neck squeezed hard to the point I'm gasping, and his lips are hungry against mine, his other hand possibly leaving bruise marks on my thigh.

But this has me moaning.

His aggressive side is much more of a turn-on than him being gentle.

The stinging feel on my cheek from where he smacked just arouses me.

He moves away from me and sits in the corner of the sofa, and he starts taking his belt off. "Get on the floor in front of me," he demands.

I get onto the floor just in between his legs.

"You want this, we are doing it my way," he says and roughly puts my hands behind my back and uses his belt to secure them there.

He tilts my head up by using the bottom of his palm. "Open your mouth."

"I'll go a bit easy on you since this is the first time you've done this before, but don't expect any mercy the next," he says, and I feel the tip of his cock at my chin when I open my mouth.

"No," I say.

"No what?" He frowns.

"I want to be crying by the time you are done, I don't care if it's the first time I've done this," I say, frowning at him.

He gives me an amused look. "You are too good to me, Doll."