My heart skipped a beat as the woman I called my sister informed me of a odd birthday gift that she had gotten me. It was a session with a man, a man known as Master Rivai. When she told this to me...well needless to say I nearly shit my pants. I'm a very closed individual and she was the only one who actually knew me deep down, knew the sexual desires I had held firmly deep in my heart. My eyes gazed to the green illuminated numbers upon the DVR system I had set up, the time read 10:27pm. Soon, I had felt a mixture of nausea and terror, he was to show up in three minutes. Slowly, my body rose from the black leather couch, a slight noise could be found as my skin pulled from the sofa. It was the instant I stood up that there was a knock on my door. I froze. For a moment I thought of not answering but this session with him was three hundred dollars and my friend paid for it, I would never make it up to her. I had decided to go through with it. As I made my way across my apartment my hand raised shakily to the silver doorknob. Slowly, my hand turned the doorknob. Opening it. As I opened it I came face to face with a man. His onyx eyes pierced into mine, his pasty skin was glowing under the ceiling lights the resided in the hallway. He had a long trench coat on, designed with military like accents. His hat would match this 'get-up' as would his combat styled boots.
"[F/N, L/N]?" he asked, his voice sounding deep and smooth. As he spoke his shoulder adjust, it was then I had noticed he had been carrying a duffel bag with him. This instantly threw a curve ball at me, due to this I became curious enough to the point I forgot he spoke to me. A sound of annoyance escaped his lips, this brought me back to reality. I'd nod and step aside, allowing him to enter my apartment. His movement was fluid as he stepped inside, his eyes overlooking my apartment. I'd gulp slowly as I shut my door and walked in front of him, my eyes caught up in the man's features once more. His hair was just as dark as his eyes, the top layer of his hair had met the top of his ear, the bottom layer had been shaved off, adding to the military like look he had been sporting.
Eventually, I'd notice he had too been looking over my features, reading my body language perhaps? With a loud thud the duffel bag hit the floor. "Take my jacket off." The demand had caught me off guard and I'd tilt my head, a "Huh?" escaped my lips. "Did I stutter?" he said sternly, his eyes glaring into mine. With shaky hands I began to fiddle with the buttons on his jacket. This process seemed to take eternity, causing him to to question me, "Are you incapable of such a simple task?" his voice was filled with venom. I'd shake my head muttering a "N-No..." as I continued on, now at his waist. "On your knees." he'd speak again, with such an authority that I could not disobey. I was glad he said it because at this moment, it felt as if the world would cause my knees to buckle at any moment. I got down on my knees, my eyes meeting his as I continued to unbutton his jacket. When this task had been completed he nodded, his calloused hands gently stroked my cheek, "Good. Now take my jacket, hang it up and take me to your bed room." I'd blush slightly, as I stood up. My hands grasping the black leather. I'd hang it up and then walk towards my bedroom. I could hear a ruffling, as he picked the duffel bag up and followed me.
As we entered my bedroom, he'd point to my bed. "Sit." I nodded slightly as I sat, facing him. He slowly undid his black tie, allowing it to hang across his neck. His hands unbuttoned the first few buttons of his white dress shirt. "Now you remove your hoodie and pants." I'd let out a slight squeak of disapproval. His lip twitched as he turned his head to look at me. "Do it, now." he ordered. I'd gulp harshly as I removed the coral colored hoodie, and black leggings. The black lace clung tightly to my skin. He'd raise an eyebrow, a look of interest perhaps? Well, the look soon washed away, and he returned to his stoic like state. The bag hit the floor again as he walked towards a dresser, his index and middle finger grazed the top of it. Slowly, his hands moved closer to his face, his thumb rubbing across the index and middle finger. I had believed it to be that he was looking to see if there was dust. He'd let out a slight huff of disapproval. "Tch...So filthy." He'd still set his hat upon it, his body turning towards me as he slowly approached me. "You can't clean worth shit." his speech laced with disgust. My [E/C] orbs gazed into his eyes, as I would gulp again. I was going to speak, but he cut me off, telling me to remove his dress shirt. I'd obey. This was a bit easier for me then the jacket, and I managed to get it done and over with in a few seconds. A wave of heat rose up onto my face as I glanced over his toned and muscular chest. Then my eyes focused on a few jagged dark scars that marred his pale abs, a soft gasp escaped my [L/C] lips as I slowly reached out to touch them.