Aria didn’t want to know anything about this man. She didn’t even want to remember his face, so she didn’t focus on it. She intentionally tried to ignore everything about him. He put $150 in small bills on the bed stand, then sat on the bed as a ploy to get past the awkwardness between them. Ciarra had warned her to make sure he had the cash as well as the cock, and now the end was in sight, Aria took control of the situation, hoping that by doing so her feeling of susceptibility would subside. She got down on her knees in front of him and started unbuckling the belt holding up his pants.

She stroked the insides of his thighs, occasionally kissing them and letting her breath graze the bottom side of his erect penis, which smelled like fish and urine. He hadn’t even bothered to wash his cock first. He watched her unwrap and roll a condom to the base of his dick, not touching her at all at first, as a method of increasing the grip of his sexual tension. It took only moments for the tension to get so high that it eroded his calm. He grabbed Aria’s forearms and used them to twist her face-first onto the floor. The aggression with which he pulled her skirt up and pulled her underwear to the side left red marks on her skin. After struggling for a moment for lack of wetness, he impaled himself inside her and began hammering.

Eventually, he was not satisfied with doing it doggy style and pushed her face-down flat against the floor. He tucked her hands underneath her hips to aggrandize her submission. The weight of him made it so Aria had to sneak in breaths between his penetrations. The thought about what people had tracked across the floor that her cheek was now pressed up against crossed her mind as a distraction from the trespass of his dick inside her. It took her back to Mr Johnson. She had become an expert at this point of dissociating from the burn. Aria could feel the icy sensation of liquid exposed to air on the side of her face that was turned to him, instead of to the carpet. She assumed it was spit, but it was blood. “Oh shit,” he said, realizing that the force of the intercourse had given him a nosebleed. But he didn’t stop. He let it trickle down his lip and onto her face, occasionally sniffing to reduce the flow.