He dropped me down on the bed and pulled the sweats I was wearing off.
"Gianna, what the fuck, how are you doing this." He laid down on top of me and started to kiss me again. He licked up my neck, and with every swipe of his tongue, I purred a little more. He felt better than anything I’d ever experienced.
I watched as he pulled out a condom and slid it on before once again, ramming himself inside of me.
"Gianna, fuck," he stilled and growled my name. He was just as caught up as I was.
"Shepard, don't hold back."
"You asked for it." He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed himself up on his other hand. He slammed into me over and over until I saw stars.
I could feel myself tightening, and I was about to orgasm, I didn't want to show it. The last time I had, he stopped. I would cry if he did that again.
"Do it. I want to feel it. I want to feel you cumming on my dick."
That was enough for me to explode. I held onto his neck as every muscle in my body clenched and pulsed with my release.
"Yes, Shepard." I let wave after wave of ecstasy race through me as he continued to pump toward his release.
He was so deep inside of me. I was sure that he was bruising something, but the pleasure was more than enough to keep me wanting more.
"Shit, you're so damn tight. Mine, this shit is all mine," he growled again as he slammed me down on him. He let his head fall forward, the sweat was dripping down his back, and his muscles clenched with the tension. He was going to explode, and I couldn't wait to see it.
"Let me have it, Shepard, cum deep inside me." He raised his eyes and looked at me, a vulnerability I didn't expect to see plastered all over his face. "You’re driving me so crazy, Shepard, it's so fucking good."
His eyebrows squeezed, and he groaned. "Fuck! Fuck!" His tempo stuttered, and he slammed into me hard one more time before he stilled and came deep inside me, only the latex condom separating all he was from me.
“You're going to be a fucking problem, aren't you?" He asked as he slid out of me and rolled onto his back to catch his breath.
"No, I'm going to get to work now." I sat up, making sure that I had my balance. The last thing I wanted to do was to fall flat on my face. I stood up and walked over to the bathroom, I didn't say a thing to him, and he was gone before I came back out.
I made my way through the majority of the compound, and besides the occasional catcalls, the boys pretty much left me alone. I cleaned the kitchen, the outside bathroom, and even the main room. It was busywork, but if it meant that Gerry would be free of this debt, I would do it without question.
Shepard came out after a while, and from time to time, I could see him watching me, but I wasn't there to entertain him. I was there to work. I did my very best to ignore him, and I ignored him all day until I couldn't any longer.
"Oh, my God, I’m going to cum just from sitting here. Jesus Christ, I love this shit. I won't touch you, I swear. I just want to feel you in my mouth, please, Shep? Please. Oh god, I need it."
I walked around the side of the room, with my broom and my dustpan. I only had one more area to clean, and then I’d be done for the day. I peeked around the corner, and I nearly dropped in surprise. A woman was on her knees, her head bobbing up and down on a man's lap. She sucked and slurped at his dick like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted in her life. At first, I wanted to turn and walk away, that was until I looked up and saw who the dick belonged to.
Shepard stood there, his head cocked slightly to the side, his eyes hooded with ecstasy, but instead of looking at the woman between his legs, he was looking at me. He was looking at me and giving me an evil smirk.
I was rooted to the spot. I wanted to turn away, but I was becoming so pissed it was him who was getting his dick sucked. We’d been rolling around in the bed not more than six hours ago, and here he was with another woman's head in his lap.
Finally, the anger overruled the shock, and I turned and ran out of the main area back up to his room. I had no reason to be upset, he wasn't my man, we had made no agreement that he was going to be exclusive to me, but I couldn't stop the jealousy that was blooming inside of me.
I stayed in the room long enough for me to get my emotions under control, and that was long enough for him to get his nut and move on because when I got back to the spot, he was already sitting near the arcade area, playing a game with one of his brothers.
I went back to work, trying my hardest to put what I saw out of my mind.
"Hey, newbie, come here." The woman who I remembered only by the color of her hair as the one who was between Shepard's legs called me over. I wanted to ignore her, but I couldn't.
I walked over and waited for whatever she was going to say to me.
"Do me a favor and throw these in the wash, I am to fucked up to move right now." She threw her dirty, stinking thong panties at my chest. I almost screamed as I watched the disgusting piece of fabric tumble lazily down my front and land on the floor.
I didn't even know how to react. I wanted to cry; I wanted to curse, I wanted to run away, and I definitely wanted to slam her face through the wooden table that was in front of her, but I settled on the least aggressive gesture I could think of. I bent over and picked up a can of soda that was sitting on the table.
"Gianna!" Shepard called out my name already on his way to where I was, but it was too late, I was already pouring the sugary substance on the nasty woman's head.
She sat there gasping like a fish for a few seconds before she got up, ready to fight.
“What the fuck is your problem, bitch?” The woman jumped straight in my face and poked me in the chest.
“What kind of nasty shit is that?” I pointed down to the dirty underwear at my feet. “I don’t know what you’re used to, but you can wash your own stinking underwear.” I tried to walk away, but she caught my arm and pulled me back around.
I watched as her hand swung from behind her, but I didn't move fast enough to stop it. I was about to start a fight at what was supposed to be my job.
"Victoria, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" Shepard said from behind the woman. Her wrist caught in his hand.
"This bitch dumped a can of soda on my head!" She screamed and stomped her foot like a petulant child.
"What the hell does that have to do with you putting your hands on what is mine?"
I cut my eyes over to where he was standing when in the hell did I become his? He must be talking about me being his worker, that has to be it.
"But-"
"Fuck all that noise, get this shit cleaned up." He fixed his gaze on to me. "You, get your ass in the room now."
"I still have more to do."
He let the woman go and got into my face, grabbing me hard at the nape of my neck. "Gianna, don't play with me right now. Move!"
I rushed toward the room, Shepard fast on my heels. He slammed the door behind him, anger clearly written all over his face.
"What the fuck do you think you’re doing, people have wound up dead for less than what you just did. You forget that you’re here out of the kindness of my heart, I don't have much kindness left. If someone in the club asks you to wipe their ass, get on your knees and wipe it." He turned, leaving me standing there by the door.