"I'm home, dear." I heard his sickly sarcastic voice through the front door of the house he had taken me to. He was home earlier than he said he was going to be and the thought made me sick.

He walked through the door to the room that we shared where I sat on the edge of the bed, hoping for the best but knowing the worst was coming. I could tell by his face that he had had a bad day and was ready to let loose and let all of his aggressions out on me. I couldn't say I was ready for it, I never was, but I was more prepared for what was coming than I was when he first brought me here.

"Did you have a good day, Jackson?" I asked, politely like I always did.

He let out a dark laugh, a smirk forming on his face. "Get over here, you whore."

Obediently, I walked over to him, trying to draw out y journey over to him. He grabbed me by my wrist and held me to his chest while leading me out of the bedroom and to his "special room" that he used at times like this.

It was a huge room that resembled something of a dungeon. "Toys" were neatly placed all over the room and chains were placed strategically everywhere. This room was used for Jackson's personal pleasure and my pain.

I was his own personal whore, his slut. My father was a powerful business man who was targeted by his company and was killed. We had lost everything and I turned to prostitution to make a living. But I knew too much and Jackson decided that this would be a fitting punishment for being a victim of circumstance.

"Get on your knees."

The simple command held so much power and authority. I dropped swiftly to my knees, looking down at the ground in shame. He slipped my shirt over my head and undid my bra. I watched sadly as it fell to the floor.

"Look at me."

I stayed where I was.

"LOOK AT ME!" Jackson roared and pulled my hair, forcing my head up to look into his eyes.

"You're such a pretty little slut, aren't you?" he said, roughly pulling my hair again.

"Thank you, Jackson."

"Hmm." he unzipped his pants and they fell to the ground, his boxers following. He stepped out of them and I watched his face as his eyes bore into mine intensely.

"What are you waiting for?" Jackson asked harshly.

I slowly reached up and grabbed his member in my hand, which was already surprisingly hard in my hands. I ran a tentative finger over his tip and made swirls around it. I heard Jackson's breath hitch in his throat and the thought of me causing that made me smile.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began pumping up and down. He let out a small groan and squeezed the back of my neck.

Slowly, I leaned my head forward and licked his tip in a circular motion. I was still pumping him and picked up my pace a little bit. After a while of doing this, I put his whole tip inside my mouth. I took a little more of him, my mouth reaching the middle of his shaft. He was so big and I had never been able to take his entire length. I wanted to make him proud, happy, I yearned for it. It was a confusing feeling but I had little to hope for anymore.

Removing my hand, I tried to take more of him. He seemed to chuckle a bit and I looked up at him. He was looking down at me with an eyebrow raised at me.

"You think you take me, baby?" he taunted. "Or am I too big for you?'

I started to shove more of him down my throat but began to let out small choking sounds. He seemed to like it and pushed my head down onto himself. I hadn't realized just how far down I'd gone onto him.

With a few more pushes, I had taken his entire member in my mouth, straight down to the hilt. My mouth was stuffed with his member and it took all I had not to choke or puke. I looked up at him again, curious to see what Jackson's reaction would be.

"Wow." Jackson moaned, sounding a little breathless. "You took my entire cock in your mouth. And to be honest, you're the first."

He let go of my hair and I came ff of him, gasping and coughing. It was so loud and frantic, I almost didn't hear him say, "Good job."

"Thank you, Jackson." I managed to choke out to him. He smirked down at me, analyzing my face with his hard stare.

"Now suck."

He grabbed my head and forced my head to take him again and my head bobbed up and down. It was messy, my saliva was everywhere, dripping all over his member, my face, and the floor. Jackson said he liked messy so I figured it was a good thing.

"I think I'm gonna.." Jackson started, moaning and breathless again.

He spurted his thick load straight into the back of my throat. I didn't want to admit it, but he tasted good. He tasted, better than good, amazing. The taste of semen had never been a favorite of mine but ever since I'd gotten used to the taste of Jackson's, I loved it.

He threw me to the ground and kept his foot on my bare chest. "You did good tonight, baby. I think it's your best blow job yet. I'll have more for you tomorrow. But I'm tired, so I think we'll be going to bed. Go to bed while I take a shower. I'll be in shortly." Jackson said and walked off, not bothering to take his pants or boxers with him.

I got up with shaky knees, almost longing for him as I watched him go. He may have kidnapped me, but he's the only person I've had any contact with for months. I was his whore. And he seemed to enjoy my pain, he loved to dominate me. He loved to be in control and have me submit to him.

And honestly, I don't know why, but I felt myself longing for him to think of me as more than just his slut as I walked to the bedroom and waited for him to come out of the shower.

"Jackson, what are you doing to me?"

A/N: This felt weird to write, a little strange and definitely different. Don't know if I should turn this into a story or not...