Chapter １７

After several thrusts he pulls out and flips me onto all fours, then enters me from behind. He cups my breasts from beneath, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. I feel hot again, and I know another oragsm is coming. It edges up on me, then Sterling stops thrusting again and lifts me like a doll into the air as he falls on his back.

I sit on him, and his cock slips out, so I grab it and give it a few strokes with my hand before guiding it back into my pussy. It feels so good. My hips rock, and Sterling bites his lip as his eyes close and he savours the ecstasy. His hands find their way around to my ass and he grabs me and strokes like he can't choose what to touch next. My hips stop rocking and I hop up and down instead, and my tits bounce and Sterling rises to catch one in his mouth and his tongue flicks at my nipple and sucks on it as a hand grabs the other one.

He lifts me again and pulls me from the bed, lifts me up as he stands, then lowers me back onto his throbbing penis. I wrap myself around him again as he uses me as a sex toy, using my entire body to stroke his own cock rather than pumping himself inside me. I let myself be used and scream, "Yes! Fuck me! Oh shit…" and I cum. I convulse and shake, and I hug Sterling tightly.

He shivers as well, and I feel him thrust once more, deeply, and then he relaxes and collapses onto the bed with me. He pants like he just ran a marathon, as I do as well, and we lay beside each other in our sweat, breathing and smiling.

"Shit," Sterling whispers. And then I fall asleep.

I have no idea how long I was asleep, but when I wake up I'm in a different room. A different building. The sun is coming through the window and I hold a hand up to shield my eyes.

My body is screaming in pain. I feel like I've been horseback riding without a saddle. Or pants.

"You're awake," says a familiar voice. I roll over and see Sterling sitting in a chair, sipping at a cup of coffee. He smiles at me. "Are you okay?"

"I don't…" I shake my head and rub my eyes. "Where are we?"

"We're home. You don't remember coming back?"

"I don't remember anything." I try to think back and recall the last thing I can remember. I was in the brothel, and Sterling was there… Oh yeah, I remember. I blush and Sterling laughs.

"We don't have to talk about it," he says.

I try to sit up but my arms are weak and I collapse.

"Do you need help?" Sterling sets his coffee down on the bedside table and scoops me up in his arms like a child.

"Put me down, I can walk," I say, but I know I can't. My muscles are all atrophied for some reason. Was it the drugs they gave me, or…?

Sterling carries me to the bathroom and sets me down at the basin. I steady myself, putting my hands on the counter. My legs hurt as I use them to stand, but there's nothing that I can do about that. I turn to Sterling.

"A little privacy, please?"

Sterling smiles, nods, and closes the door as he leaves.

I slip my nightgown over my head and stare at my naked body in the mirror. There are soft bite marks all over my neck and waist and breasts, along with several small bruises. The fact that my skin is so pale helps the marks to stand out even more. I shower, realizing it's the first time I've had one since my kidnapping.

I dress in a casual shirt and pants and go downstairs to the dining room. I walk slowly, trying not to look like my muscles are all crying out at the same time. Sterling is at the table, and as I join him a servant brings in a plate of lunch for each of us—a small steak and a side of au gratin potatoes.

Sterling takes my plate and begins cutting my meat into bite sized pieces.

"What happened?" I asked him. "How did we get back?"

He gives me back my plate. "What do you remember from yesterday?"

It's painful to think about, so I try not to. The whole episode is one that I likely would never forget. "I'm not even sure how long I was there. A couple on the street asked me to take their picture, and then someone put a hood over me. Do you know about that place?"

Sterling took a bit of his steak and nodded. "It's called Heaven. Basically an upscale brothel for the ultra-rich. All the one-percent go there at least once a year. Business owners, politicians, royalty…"

"How did you know where to find me?"

Gabriel enters the room, just as the most important part of the conversation was about to come up. He's wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase as always. He sits at the table without a word, opens his briefcase, and pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to Sterling.

"Your bill," he says simply.

Sterling looks it over and asks, "Did Epstein say anything?"

"Just that it would've been better if you hadn't seen the poster."

Sterling snorts, amused but also a bit upset.

"What are you guys talking about?" I ask.

Gabriel smiles and shrugs. "Nothing."

I turn to Sterling. "I thought we were going to be honest with each other."

Sterling shrugs as well. "It's nothing. It's over, anyway."

I take my steak knife in my hand and stab the table, hard. I stand up and scream, "I was just kidnapped into a sex ring and almost sold into slavery, so you better tell me what the fuck is going on!"