Janita turned to look at the man that was now standing by the Inn’s chamber door. The room was dimly lit by scattered about candles. How they made it up to these chambers so fast, Janita could not answer that fully. But all she fully knew was this intriguing man saved her life.
“No need for apologies sir” Janita’s voice was raspy and harsh from all the fitted coughing she was doing over the day. She hated to talk because of it. But this did not stop the young man from wanting to hear more from her.
“What’s your name?” He asked. Now his voice is much softer from his earlier interaction.
“Beautiful…” He gave Janita a small grin as his piercing light brown eyes looked at her. All she could do was lightly smile back. Her chest started to fill up with fluid again. She felt the pressure in her chest to cough, but she tried to compress the feeling, even though it was hard to do around this total stranger. Finally, the urge to cough was becoming too overwhelming. Janita let out a loud unhinged cough. The cough that she gave was rough between her throat and heaving at her chest, but no blood came out this time.
She felt the mysterious strangers’ presence near her now. It did not scare her or made her feel uncomfortable. In fact, it made her feel safe.
She did not know this man’s name or where he had come from, but then again, she never knew her client’s name or where they come from. Something deep down inside Janita knew that this man was something different than the rest of the men she has ever been with.
Janita’s heart started to race as the tall man stepped close to her. He was now in front of her, his eyes glowing in the dim-lit room. She held his gaze for a bit before she could find her voice to speak to him.
“What’s your name, sir?” she whispered to him. Her harsh English accent was quite over his tilted lips. With a swift and gentle kiss, she started to breathe in his earthy scent. Just as he pulled away, he spoke his name.
“Vincent…” His name spilled on to Janita’s lips as they started to kiss again. The burning sensation in her chest eased away as Vincent’s tongue traced itself on her lips. He hastily pulled himself away from there sudden embraced and steadily looked down at the shorten breath women.
“We-we don’t-have to do this-” Vincent hastily said. Janita started to feel the heat growing inside her as she felt his fingers trace over her hips. His hands were deathly cold, but she welcomed every touch that this man was giving her. It was not cold in harsh feelings; it was cold in physical touch.
“It’s okay, I want this” her voice was small in between his lips. For the first time since she has been thirteen doing this type of work, she believed her own words. She wanted to make love to this man that randomly stood up for her in front of those vile people.
The custom feeling of cold and disgusting while having sex with a man was gone. She started to feel this desire and passion from a complete and total stranger. His hands traveled up her long skirt to reach her soaking mound. The slightest touch to her body made every cell in her go on fire. The slickness of her mound coated Vincent’s fingers as he played with her softly. His fingers massaged her clit in slow but gentle motion. Janita let her shaken hands roam around his strong arms.
He still had on his silk black jacket and white cotton top. Everything started to come off slowly. His jacket and top came off with ease. Her tightly corset and skirt were soon off her sickly warm body.
She was still weak from her sickness, but that did not stop her from feeling the ever overwhelmingly warmth growing throughout her sensitive body.
“I’ve had my eyes on you all night, my love”
His silky voice gave her a sensual sensation. He slowly laid her down on the harsh mattress. She arched her back as her hips meet the delicate thrust of his slender fingers. Her moans echoed throughout the room, almost drowning out Vincent’s slow panting. Her harsh and dry voice grew in pleasure as she felt his index and middle finger go deep inside her.
“Oh, god,” Janita pleaded into the thick air. Her walls started to clamp down on his digits in a slow grip. He pumped faster into her as he slowly starts to kiss her tender lips.
She did not feel the piercing pain as he started to draw a small amount of blood from her tongue. It was only a numbed sensation as she felt the red liquid drip down her pale skin. His long and thick member touched her lower abdomen gently. He nestled himself between her numbed parted legs.
Everything around Janita seemed dizzy as she felt each breath she was taking. She must be imagining that Vincent’s teeth were protruding sharp fangs. She must be in a delusional state that there was blood on his lips. But the ever-growing pressure of his thrusting was sending her over the edge. The nervousness of having any sexual relationship with this stranger was nonexistent in Janita’s mind.
His eyes and rhythm entering her body made her feel whole but in a fulfilling way. A first for her in this type of profession. A foreign feeling to Janita is to have a sense of release, but she happily excepted her first orgasm since having sex at the age of thirteen.
She knew the tall tale signs of a man’s release. But instead of feeling disgusted and hurt, she felt a sense of warmth and satisfaction as he released himself inside of her.
Both bodies rested against each other. Everything seemed to go by so fast in one whole sweep. She gave a glance to this total stranger, he put a man through a table in her defense, and now she is feeling his warm semen inside of her. What started out as a hellish day in Janita’s world, has now become a blissful and mysterious night in a mysterious strangers’ arms.
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