Letting her do the things, Nathaniel stared blankly towards the sky as if he had nothing to do with what that girl was doing with him, all his senses felt numb to feel anything.
The voices from the past started to echo in his mind when his young self was hearing them from behind the closed door of his mother’s chamber.
"Noel, why are you doing this to ?" his mother’s crying voice stung his heart, "We have a son already, why do you want to suffer this way? This is not right. I won’t do it. I beg you, don’t...please..."
"You have done it once, you can do it again," Noel’s cold voice was heard as well, "I want another child and you have to do it."
"No please, I beg you. I can’t...."
"Stop crying and do as I say, or don’t bla for being cruel. Nathaniel..."
"No, don’t harm him. I will do as you say."
Tears rolled down the corner’s of Nathaniel’s eyes as he rembered it, not knowing what exactly was happening behind that closed door, but he could feel from his mother’s crying that it was sothing his mother didn’t like and that’s what why she committed suicide.
anwhile, the girl continued to pleasure him for long, doing her best to make him co soon, but it didn’t seem like it was this easy. She seed tired and looked at Nathanael with her moist eyes, her mouth still working on him.
Nathaniel’s lips curved into a smirk, and his hand moved to clutch the back side of her head, fisting her hair in rough grip and he thrusted hard inside her mouth, choking her to suffocate brutally, her eyes turned teary, soon saring her cheeks with tears. Nathaniel was anything but kind and continued to use her mouth to pleasure himself the way he wanted.
After a while, he finally found his release but he kept himself buried deep in her throat, making her swallow all of it. She struggled, her hands pushing against his thighs, her nails digging in his skin, she felt she was going to die but just in ti, Nathanile pulled out, releasing her.
With a loud gasp, she coughed violently, breathing as much as she could, almost on the verge of crying. The cold floor she was sitting on didn’t feel cold anymore, as she had almost lost all her senses.
His expressions were content as he watched her struggle. "Just take it as I am preparing you to face what cos with my father. You don’t know the kind of monster he is."
With her teary eyes, she looked up at the cruel man sitting in the chair, as if telling him he was no different, but she lowered her gaze, knowing her place better.
Nathaniel once more leaned back in the chair and looked up at the sky, with his head resting at the chair’s backrest.
"You know, when my mother died, I was just five. I was so naive back then thinking my father could be my shelter and protect ," the mories from the past flashing in front of his eyes. "The night after my mother’s death, I was still crying and missed her, so I decided to go to my father. I thought just like , he must miss her as well and we both will comfort each other. But when I entered his chamber, all I saw was- he was fucking a whore like a beast as if he had never it before.
"He saw I was standing at the door, but he didn’t stop. I didn’t know what was even going on and why that woman bending in front of my father was crying out so loudly. I wanted to leave, but what did my father do? He asked to stay there, made watch him and learn how I am going to produce an heir for his family. He made watch everything till he was finished, and trust , that bastard can go on and on for a really long ti.
"When he would be mourning a loss of his wife, all he did was to fuck whores every chance he got, his bedchamber, his study, garden, there is no place he left and everyti I had watched it. That asshole, I wished truly turned impotent but he just kept going on and still he is the sa."
Nathaniel chuckled bitterly at his one sided conversation, "Which father even does this to his so young son? Is he even worthy of being called a father? I have long decided to take away everything he wished for and now you are a part of it. You are not the first of his mistresses I am fucking, but you the first virgin one I got who I am going to use to slap on his face tomorrow without even hitting him."
As he finished, there was a silence for long. The girl didn’t dare move even.
He inhaled deeply and stood up from his chair, got rid of his pants and offered a hand to a girl, his long robe barely hanging over his strong shoulders. "The floor must be cold for you."
The girl, though hesitant, accepted his hand and stood up. His hand moved to her cheek, a warmth of his palm spreading across her cold cheek, as if comforting her, but his eyes, it held no emotions in them.
She felt confused with his behavior, one mont he acted gentle and the next mont he was entirely different, but sothing about him pulled her towards him, making her unable to reject his advances.
He tilted his head a little, his lips curved into a smile, a wicked one, "Brave, are we?"
The girl gulped, that wickedly handso face telling her this man was dangerous.
"Don’t hurt please." She managed to speak.
"Hurt? Why would I?" he raised a brow, "delicate thing like you is worth cherishing," he leaned closer and whispered, "a worth fucking the entire night."
Shiver ran down her spine, to think what was he going to do with her and his intentions were to simply bed her.
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