All my hesitation time was up. Releasing a shaky breath, I got down on my knees, kneeling between the legs he’d spread wide. Victor watched me with those icy-cold, black eyes as I unbuckled his belt with trembling hands.

He liked that I was upset. Savored it like the fine wine he’d thrown away. I found him hard and ready when I pulled him out.

My throat went dry at the sight of him, remembering the first time I encountered him like this. His cock looked even bigger than I remembered. Long, thick, and pulsing.

“Show Ears who owns you,” he instructed above his cock.

Ears…that must have been the name sign he chosen for Yaron.

I hated him. I hated him so much. But I didn’t want Yaron getting hurt or worse because of me. His life wasn’t worth my pride.

Closing my eyes, I took Victor in my mouth. I began bobbing my head up and down energetically. The plan was to suck him off as quickly as possible to bring this ordeal to an end.

But he nested a hand in the back of my hair and forcibly pulled my head back.

“Eyes on me,” he signed one-handed. “Suck me slow while I watch you.”

His words were cruel. Not just because I knew he wanted to relish my humiliation. But also because they sent a new wave of heat through my body that had nothing to do with embarrassment.

This was supposed to be a perfunctory act—something I was doing under duress. But a weird, aching desire flooded my body at his command. It made my breasts feel heavier and my core squeeze on instinct.

I did as he said. Kept my eyes on him, slowed down my pace, and did my best to ignore what was happening inside my traitorous body.

Luckily it was a blow job. That meant I could turn my mind to other things. Like calling in sick tomorrow and day drinking until I passed out in front of Rap Star Wives. Sweet, sweet oblivion. Enough wine to make me forget this night ever happened.

But before I could get too far into that alternative fantasy, he signed. This time with both hands. “Masturbate. Make yourself come while you suck my cock.”

His signs were so mean and graphic, but another wave of heat rippled through me. The opposite of disgust. A puppet on his strings, I found my pussy underneath the band of my silk panties and started rubbing my fingers over my little button.

You think it would be hard to do both things at once, like rubbing your stomach and patting your head. But almost immediately, I found a natural rhythm. And soon, I began to whimper around his dick as I got closer.