Nephew? This man, Derek, was Peter's nephew? So this is the man that is suppose to be getting Cora and Malia out of here. Yet he is standing in the best room money can buy in this place as a client. What the actual fuck.
Derek's face scrunches up a tad but he keeps his cool as he looks me up and down before turning back to Peter. "I came here for a meeting not to be a client." His voice is low, but god it sounded so calming. Almost sexy.
Peter chuckles. "I thought you might want to try some product before buying anything. So I have my best little whore here. Careful though, He has killed more then me and you both."
My eyes quickly go up to his to see his reaction, but he just stares at me blankly. This is really going to be my client? Another alpha? Fuck if I screw this up Peter is going to beat the living shit out of me for weeks.
"Be good to him, do anything he tells you too. As for you, Nephew. I will meet with you after you are finished." With that Peter leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.
I quickly go to untie my rob, letting it pull around my feet. When I look up though, Derek seems saddened. "You haven't had a client in a while have you?"
How the does he know that? I shake my head. Client's don't want you to speak unless they tell you what to say. I learned my lesson on back mouthing within the first month of being here.
Derek uses his hands to scrub at his face before rubbing them through his hair, leaving his black locks a mess. Damn, I kinda like that look on him. I shake my head shutting my eyes. What is wrong with me. All my time here I have never found a client attractive. Never thought one to be hot or sexy. Never wanted one to actually... touch me. I open my eyes to find him watching me curiously. Maybe this could be different. I make a step closer to him, just going with my gut and rolling with it. If it makes this easier, I am game to do anything.
"How about we sit first." Derek gestures to the bed. I follow and sit next to him. Ready for my next order. Derek sighs. "I really don't want to do this. But he'll know if we don't. I have a feeling that sick bastard will check you somehow." He groans scrubbing his face again. He turns those pale green eyes onto me. "What's your name?"
I can only stare at him in shock. No one has ever asked for my name before. "S-Stiles." I choke out.
Derek lips run up a tad in a small smile. "Stiles? That's different. I like it though." Taking another deep breath he lays a hand on my knee softly. My belly tightens with the idea of whats about to come next. Though the man may be hot, it still doesn't make the thought of being forced into sex only pleasurable for one person any better. "What do you like? We can start from there and work our way up."
My eyes widen as I stare into those pale green orbs. What do I like? Is he really asking this? Is he really wanting to pleasure me? ME? Not just himself but me? I open my mouth but shut it again unsure of what to say. I continue this process I must look like a fish gasping for air. Finally words leave me. "I don't know."
Derek frowns, "No one has ever done things you like?"
No. Usually the men I get are closet gays and won't touch my certain area. Then there are the creeps like that guy that actually bit my dick, that ended with a lot of blood and him not walking out alive. Peter beat me into unctuousness for killing one of his clients. "I only get fucked and pleasure my clients." I didn't mean for it to come out so harsh. But it did. I flinch at my own words, waiting for Derek to hit me. But he never did. Instead his frown only depended.
"You are too beautiful for a place like this." He says softly.
I actually choke on my own spit. "What?" I splutter. This man has to be insane.
Derek smiles softly. "Peter more then likely gave you to me, thinking I don't like men. But you see I have a thing for certain men. And you are one of the most stunning I have seen. I don't know why you are in such a horrible place like this." He leans in slowly. "I know you don't want to do this, I really don't want to force you into this. If it was another time, another place, I would buy you a drink and hope to win you over for the night. But tonight we need to do this. I need to win Peter's trust over so I can get my sister and cousin out of here. So I am going to try to make this good for you."
My eyes must be as big as saucers as I stare at him. He was really here to get Cora and Malia out. He really didn't want to force me into anything. Its the bastard Peter behind this. This guy actually wanted to pleasure... me. I watch as he begins to undress slowly. Fuck it was seductive rather he meant to or not. Something clicked inside me as I finally got to see the alpha fully undressed. Peter is doing this as punishment for both of us. He wants this to be bad and awful and horrible. But I want to for once feel some happenings and something tells me this is the man that will do that for me.
I smile softly at Derek. His eyes become stuck on my lips. "Lets fuck Peter over and make this the best night possible." Never have I felt the need to get back at Peter. But right now with this god of a man he has gifted me, I am not going to let this opportunity go to waste.
"You look good when you smile. I like it." Then Derek is leaning in for a kiss. Our lips meet and I panic.
I have never kissed anyone before, what if I don't do this right? But Derek's lips to to slowly move, I mimic him and things become easier. A warm feeling starts to bloom in my chest and my veins begin to pump fire through me. What is this? It makes me feel breathless and causes me to kiss him deeper, harder. Derek's tongue slides against my lips, I willing open them to allow his tongue to devour mine. I soft moan leaves me as one of his hands goes to caress the back of my head pulling, hold me closer. The other starts to explore my chest. I can't help but pull away with a gasp as his fingers tug on one of my nipples. I am no longer in control of my body. It has a mind of its own and its needy. Needy for none other then Derek.
Before I know it I am straddling Derek, grinding into him as he releases my lips to trail fire down my throat. He flips us to were I am under him on the bed. He continues kissing a trail down my body until his teeth gently tug on my harden nipple. As I gasp, running my fingers through his hair he sucks it into his mouth. A moan leaves me while I buck up into him. Fuck! What was this man doing to me to make me act this way. Derek goes to my other nipple giving it just as much attention. Then he is trailing lower and settling between my legs, eyeing my hard cock. Fuck no one as ever been able to get me hard, but then again no one has ever done the things Derek is doing.
Without warning he takes my whole cock into his mouth in one swift motion. Burying his nose into my pubes. I gasp his name as I buck up uncontrollably. Derek's strong arm goes to lay over my hip as he holds me down, trying to keep me from bucking too hard. His tongue and lips and mouth work magic making me moan and gasp and say things I never knew I would say.
"Fuck Derek, More." I rasp pulling at his hair. "D-Derek, I-I'mma c-cum." With that Derek takes one more long hard suck before releasing my dick. I lay there gasping and needy. I was so fucking close, why did he stop?
He comes back up to kiss me hard. When he pulls away I can see the lust in his eyes. "Can I..." He looks uncertain, but I know what he wants because I want it too.
"Please!" I beg grinding up into his own hard cock.
When our sensitive flesh meet we both let out a moan. Derek grabs the lube from the bedside table where it always sits. He slicks up his fingers before trailing them gently around my hole. Not having a client in a while had me tight. But wanting Derek so bad had me relaxed and willing to take him. He worked me with one finger, then two, scissoring me causing me to moan and grip his shoulder. Once he add the third I was practically riding him. His fingers just barely brushed over a bundle of nerves which had me almost jumping off the bed with a scream of pleasure. Finally Derek pulled his fingers away and slicked his cock up with the lube. Lining himself up with me, he looks into my eyes.
"Are you sure this is ok." he pants. I don't know what possessed me but I rush up to kiss him. Once our lips meet he slams into me. His fingers hadn't prepared me enough for the girth of his cock, but the burning pain soon subsided as he pumped into me, quickly turning into pleasure. We were both gasping and moaning each others name as out rhythm of movements got faster and frantic. Derek adjusts his angle so he is hitting my sensitive bundle of nerves, over and over again. I can't help but cum with his name on my lips, drenching us both in thick white ropes. Derek takes one more thrust before he is groaning my name and filling me up with his warmth.
He collapses on top of me, not caring one bit about the mess between us. We lay there, holding one another as we catch our breath.
Derek leans up his face inches from mine as he begins to play with my hair. "I have to come back for several meetings and it would really look good if I was also a client during those meetings." He swallows nervously. "Would it be okay if I asked for you during those times?"
I can't help but look up into those gorgeous eyes. He wanted me. He actually wanted me when he could pick anyone else. I have never had the same client before. Normally once they had me they were done with me. But this guy who just rocked my world with the pleasure he gave me, wants me again?
I nod slowly. "I would like that very much."
Derek smiles before leaning down and giving me a quick kiss.
Once we were both dressed Derek goes to open the door. Only to find Peter there, hand up in the air ready to knock. He smiles with predatory ease as he saunters into the room.
"So far it looks as if you have enjoyed yourself." He purrs coming to stand in front of me. I advert my eyes, Peter hates it when a whore looks him in the eye for too long. "But i must be sure."
With that he bend me over onto the bed. I hear the unzipping of his jeans before he enters me. i can't look at Derek as Peter pumps into me a few times. Tears threaten to leave my eyes. This was the most demeaning thing in the world and to have Peter inside me it felt wrong, it didn't feel anything like Derek. Peter slides out of me and tucks himself back into his pants. Pulling me off the bed I keep my head down. I don't want to see Derek's rejection.
"Go back to your room, whore." Peter commands. I scurry away. I can't help but glance quickly at Derek even if I am afraid of what I might see. Anger is in his eyes and his jaw is tight but its not directed at me, no he is glaring at Peter.
Once in my room I take a seat on the bed. No one spoke to me as I curled up on myself, trying to sort through the new emotions crashing through me. What does all of this mean? Why do I feel this way after one encounter with Derek? I sigh, I like being a void a lot better, it wasn't as confusing.
"You okay?" Malia is sitting next to me, worry etched onto her face. I stare at her, then turn my eyes to Cora. Cora looks a lot like Derek, even her scrawling bitch face matches his.
"What?" She barks crossing her arms over her chest.
"I meet your brother today. You look a lot like him." Her eyes widen as Malia tugs my attention back to her.
"You meet Derek? How?" She whispers, knowing this couldn't reach Peter's ears. We are not allowed to talk about our clients not even to each other.
"He was a client. A really good client." I say with a small smile.
I hear Cora gagging behind me. "So he was only here to fuck?"
I shake my head. "No, He is trying to get you two out."
I see is grow in both of their eyes. In the other whores' as well. Hope. Hope that one of us can make it out of here. Hope for freedom.
A/N: Hey guys so I am not feeling the best and am a little sleep deprived. I apologize if this isn't the best chapter, I have read it over and in my state its okay though I feel like its not that good. Anyway just keep reviewing. I can always go back in and fix things and you feel the same I do. Let me know your thoughts please. Thanks for the follows and favorites! Until Next Time!
