The Road is Long

[Frags]

After Irving had finished eating and set up the small place for the night, which was no more than a fire and a place for them to sleep, he rested his back against the trunk of the tree. The night was coming soon but they’d be protected as they were just off the road and were relatively close between two outposts between cities. Anything thieves wanted they could steal in spades in those places.

At last he looked up to her and spoke, “You might not want to sleep in your clothes. You’ll probably sweat through them in the night and you’ve been walking in them all day. If you can find it in the bag, you can put something else on if you want. As for your dinner,” he trailed off as he pulled his pants down a little, freeing his cock.

“You have a service to perform and enough to swallow. Make sure you swallow all you need to. I don’t need you passing out on the road tomorrow,” he set his eyes on her. Tonight he was sure he’d sleep better than any night he’d spent alone while sleeping roadside.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn blushed, and acknowledged what Irving had said. She had two other dresses, but they werent really suitable for sleeping in, equally, she didn't want to strip off, and sleep naked, particularly in this vulnuralbe position. It was awful quiet out here, and the dark was impenitrable.

She glanced into the bag, and the only thing that might be suitable for her to sleep in, was Irving's shirt. "Master, may I sleep in your old shirt?" she asked, and then she bent her head, and went to work sucking all she could from his cock.l

She was actually pretty hungry, and she wondered if she could sustain herself on a diet of cum for breakfast and dinner, with one meal midday, still, it was infinately better, to the turn to one meal, and two loads of cum, than what she had managed to provide for herself, and she was greatful for it.

 

[Frags]

It took some working and time but he was able to give her what she sought as he came in her mouth. His head leaned back, resting against the tree for a few minutes as he closed his eyes, feeling her mouth working against him. This arrangement was worth the lack of a real drink and if worse came to worse, he could always put her to work.

After those minutes passed he reopened his eyes, noting that darkness was beginning to fall. Only then did he decide to answer her question, “Given that you’ve done well enough today, you can put on the shirt. Just be quick about it. You’ll need your rest because there’s more walking tomorrow.”

After that he pulled up his pants just a little as he moved toward the makeshift bed and lied down. Leaving enough space for her to lay beside him he stared at the dying fire, waiting for sleep to steal him away.

 

[sallythescorpian]

“Given that you’ve done well enough today, you can put on the shirt. Just be quick about it. You’ll need your rest because there’s more walking tomorrow."

That was pretty big praise from Irving, and bronwyn basked in it, soaking up every warm word! She smiled at him, and went quickly to remove her dress and put on his old shirt. It fell almost to her knees and provided her with a little modest cover, although it was thin and her womanly charms could easily be detected through probably not in the dark.

She lay on the ground next to him, and curled in, wrapping her arms around him and laying her head on his shoulder, then she dozed off, passing into a deep sleep.

 

[Frags]

Irving was far too exhausted to watch her strip down in the growing darkness, at most he’d see little and he wasn’t interested in anything that could keep him up tonight. Instead he closed his eyes, feeling her warm body come to his, warming him through the night.

It passed without incident as the sun began to rise, welcoming morning. Sitting up he moved Bronwyn’s arm to the side as he looked around, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Stretching, he stood and looked around. It wasn’t going to be a long day but it was going to be long enough. Kicking at the dirt he covered the last of the burning embers where the fire was the night before. Reaching down he grabbed the bag as he looked toward Bronwyn. She’d probably want to travel in something more than just his shirt. For a second he thought about making her wear that instead of the dress but he let the thought remain just a teasing thought.

Dropping the bag next to where she laid he bent down, trying to shove her awake. “Girl. Its time we got moving.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

She slept surprisingly well curled up next to him, sharing thier body heat. She felt like all was well with the world, and she believed that he would take care of her, keeping her safe, at least for as long as she pleased him.

Morning dawned, and damp from the dew on the ground, they awoke, and Irving scuffed out the glowing embers from their fire, and announced they were to get going immediately.

She had not prepared any breakfast for him, nor had she had her ... ahem .... 'breakfast' either. She gathered their things, and began to panic. Was her master tired of her alread?, had her blow jobs grown boring so soon? she wondered, as she trudged along dejectedly beside him.

 

[Frags]

The morning passed after a few hours as they arrived in the small town. It was a little larger than the last place they were at but it still wasn’t much. There were a few additional shops, a few more places to stay and a few more girls who were paid to fuck. After the long walk he headed toward the inn, getting a room for at least one night.

Trusting that Bronwyn was behind him he started up the stairs and toward the room. Unlocking the door with a key he tossed his bag down on the floor near the end of the bed. Then he turned toward Bronwyn, “We’ll eat in a little while. Now would be a good time for you to strip down and wash with the basin over there. After that I want you on the bed.”

Irving turned toward the other bowl filled with water as he began to remove his clothes. She’d have to wash them later in the night and let them dry. They may even have to spend two days here just to give her enough time to wash all their used clothes. Splashing the water against his face he felt the drips of water remove the sweat and dirt from his face. He did the best he could but it was a far cry from a real bath or a clean lake. But it served its purpose. After he was through he turned around to check on Bronwyn’s progress as he shut the door, locking it.

 

[sallythescorpian]

She was pleased to see the inn, and looked forward to the opportunity to wash up properly, however, she blushed at having to strip and wash in from of Irving - that made no sense, as he had had her body every which way, and had seen her naked before, but somehow it seemed to shame her more then, than she would have expected.

Naked, she washed her face and neck, upper body, under her arms, her breasts, back, belly, crotch, and legs, before she quickly dried off, and went and lay on the bed, as she had been instructed.

She wondered if she had dropped off in his esteem, on foot of her actions in the last town, not that he had esteemed her highly before that! She lay on the bed, a little awkwardly, her thighs pressed together, unsure what to do next, so she simply awaited his instruction.

 

[Frags]

Irving turned to the girl and realized something. After all this time she still hadn’t had a name to call her own. After she finished ‘bathing’ herself, he turned to her and asked, “Girl. Would you like a name? I don’t care what your name was before meeting me but you’ll have a new one. If you want a name, I’ll give one to you. If not, then you’ll continue to be this nameless girl I take bed every night.”

A slight grin crossed his face as he rested his eyes on the girl. Slowly he approached the bed as he leaned forward, allowing his tongue to lick across her bare nipple. It was the first time he actively tried to please her although he didn’t take note. He only wanted to get her ready for what he was about to do. Then his lips collapsed around her left nipple, his tongue battering it while his saliva was left on her breast. Sucking gently he finally pulled away, looking down at it.

Then his attention turned toward the girl’s face. As if enough hadn’t already gone on in the small time they were together. “Rather than lie down, why don’t you get on your hands and knees. Then tell me where you want it,” he smirked, it was more of his game. More of his way of finding out her pleasure, her hidden little dark side. “Do you want to be fucked in your ass or in your pussy? I’ll give you the opportunity this time. Tell me where you like it best.”

It didn’t even matter to him in spite of his dominant feelings about everything. Irving knew it would embarrass her more to tell him than it would to actually act out the scene. At least, that’s what he thought.

 

[sallythescorpian]

“Girl. Would you like a name? I don’t care what your name was before meeting me but you’ll have a new one. If you want a name, I’ll give one to you. If not, then you’ll continue to be this nameless girl I take bed every night.”


Bronwyn wondered for a moment, if he was asking her her name, and then she realised that he wasn't. She thought for a moment, and then replied, "yes, Master, if it would please you, I would like you to pick a name for me!"

She lay there, and watched as a smile crossed his face, and wondered what he was thinking of. Had she pleased him, or was the smile in response to something different??? She didn't know, and dare not enquire.

She twitched about, uncomfortable as he looked at her, and then she barely suppressed a moan, as his tongue flicked over her nipple, and she found herself arching her back, pressing her nipple to his mouth.

“Do you want to be fucked in your ass or in your pussy? I’ll give you the opportunity this time. Tell me where you like it best.”

Bronwyn turned instantly scarlet, her face and chest throbbing with the sudden influx of blood, as shame filled her, both at being asked such a question, and worse, at having to answer it.

"I...... I ... dont know..... I dont mind..... wherever pleases you Master!" she said, as she repositioned herself on her hands and knees, knowing that she was displaying herself lewdly, her wet, hungry pussy must be obvious to him, and she wriggled uncomfortably, then realised that her wriggling her ass might have looked quite different to him. Very, very quietly, she added "my ass, maybe my ass - I dont know. Its wrong, its dirty, its very much taboo and I know I'll go straight to Hell for it, and I.... I dont know why, but I..... I like it there best!" She whispered, and she knew that if he had heard her at all, he must have strained to hear, and she was mortified at what she had said, and what he might think, but she had not been able to lie to him, to say the less embarrassing thing, although she did not understand why that was.

 

[Frags]

Ignoring her desire for a name, he decided to hold off on that until later on. He was too centered on bedding this girl once more, especially after not having had her in any way throughout the day. As he watched her he stood with an amused smile on his face. He liked watching her squirm.

“Then get your oil. Make sure you’re ready because when I’m ready, I’m going to start no matter how much oil you put on yourself,” Irving made the honest threat. As Irving watched her he moved toward the bed, already having removed his clothes to be washed later. She was going to be run ragged in every way. She was going to be an exhausted girl.

Sitting on the bed he waited for Bronwyn to finish up what she had to do while he thought of the sounds she made the last time they tried this.

 

[sallythescorpian]

I’m going to start no matter how much oil you put on yourself

Bronwyn scrambled off the bed, and went in search of her oil. Where was it? And what the Hell had she been thinking, telling him she wanted it in her ass???!?!?! She went to their bag, and began quickly searching through it, finally finding the little bottle, with the cork stopper.

she uncorked it, and tipped a little into her palm, and awkwardly, with one leg on the bed, reached behind herself, and tried her best to lubricate her asshole in preparation for Irving's invasion.

She spilled more on the bedding and the floor, than she got on herself, and, deciding that despite the embarrassment of doing so, she best prepare herself fully, and she began to finger her ass, first one, and then two fingers, moaning as she did so, partly in shame, partly in pleasure.

 

[Frags]

Irving watched her scurry around the room first searching for the oil then actually applying it. He wondered how much more was left because it seemed she was spilling plenty. Inside he smiled a little thinking that before they left she might have to somehow secure another bottle.

After a few minutes had passed Irving spoke up, “Let’s get going, girl. Get on the bed.” From the tone of his voice it was clear that what he said wasn’t a suggestion. His patience had grown small since their waking in the morning but he was so used to using the girl for sex and he hadn’t been able to get off on her yet. Part of that was in his rush to get to the place but the reasoning didn’t matter. He was here now, feeling this rushed condition.

 

[sallythescorpian]

“Let’s get going, girl. Get on the bed.”

Irving's blunt words interupted her reverie, and she scrambled to comply, getting to the bed, and climbing on, positioning herself on her hands and knees.

She looked over her shoulder at him, and then down at her little bottle of oil, with perhaps a little over a tea spoon full left. Why oh why had she said she wanted him in her ass?? It would have made things much, much easier, if she had just said her pussy.

"Perhaps my pussy might be better!" she said, trying to change her fate, even at this eleventh hour. Perhaps Irving might take pity on her, and allow for a woman to be fickle?? While she always enjoyed when he took her ass, she was always very nervous about it, and found the initial pain difficult to cope with, but the over all sensation, the act of anal sex, on top of being so taboo, and forbidden, made her feel possessed, used, like a chattle, and that, it seemed held a certain appeal for her.

Nervously, she glanced again over her shoulder, waiting for Irving, and hoping he would take her pussy, and partly hoping he would press ahead with her ass.

 

[Frags]

The girl’s fate had been sealed the moment she spoke of her ass. Irving was instantly immovable on that point as he watched her scurry back to bed, getting in position in front of him. A little grin settled upon his face as he watched her, staring at her open condition.

Moving to his knees he positioned himself behind her, ready to take her, to use her. For now she was nothing more than something for him to get off on. The power of flesh. Inching closer his hands grabbed her waist without pause, easing her a little toward him until his cock pressed gently against her pussy. He was doing nothing but teasing her. His intentions were aimed on something else.

Then, as he had planned, he moved his hips and placed his cock against her ass. As before he moved slowly, feeling the head of his dick slip inside. Holding himself for a moment he waited before applying more pressure, before climbing in further. But he didn’t move as slow as last time. For now it was more about him than her.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Bronwyn felt him at the entrance to her pussy, and although he had not answered her, she exhaled, partly in relief, and partly in disappointment!!

She took a deep breath, and pressed back a little on him, but he moved, and pressed against her ass, sending her heart rate thundering once again!! She panted, and braced herself, measuring her breathing, as he pressed into her ass. Her earlier fingering had opened her a little, and it eased his entrance. She appreciated his taking her slowly, and it gave her time to adjust herself to the girth, his dick being far bigger than her fingers.

His entry seemed to her to take forever, and at the same time, he seemed suddenly to be inside, planted to the hilt.

She looked over her shoulder at him, and whispered quietly "master, please! Fuck me! fuck your little slave girl!!"

 

[Frags]

Irving felt himself pushed deeper and deeper into her until there was nothing left to give her. The girl was so willing with everything it seemed; she’d been born into the wrong kind of life, the wrong kind of work. But just because she was now his little submissive slave that didn’t mean that he was going to go easier on her. If she wanted to be possessed, he was going to make that happen and sex in a bedroom was only the tip of the iceberg. There were plenty more levels to which he could make her fall.

But for now he was here, in this little room with his dick deep in her ass and he thought he heard her say something as he withdrew his hips. At first he was going to ignore it but as he slammed back into her and began a hastened, fast pace, he said, “Say it louder, girl.”

He no longer cared about how she felt about things. Irving didn’t care if she applied enough of her oil and he didn’t care if she was getting off on it. All that mattered was his own pleasure, all that mattered was that she act like his little fucktoy for him to get off on. To him, that was now her worth...

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Master, please! Fuck me! fuck your little slave girl!!"

Her own words, ringing in her ears, shocked her to the core!! She was turning into a slut!! Or perhaps, she had always been one, but had been blissfully unaware of the fact until now?? She didn't know, and mentally berated herself, telling herself that she was lowering herself in Irving's opinion, all the time! But, despite her best intentions, her body was throbbing with desire, as she received the assfucking she had herself asked for.

“Say it louder, girl.”

Irving's words, ordering her to repeated her shameful declaration, drove her right to the very brink of an orgasm. Flushed with shame, and yet throbbing with desire, she repeated "Master, please fuck your little slave girl! Please fuck my ass! Make me yours! Make me your little whore!!

Oh God!! What was she saying?? and yet, she screamed the last, as she tipped over the edge, cumming hard, her body clampning down on his invading cock, as she repeated her declaration, over and over and over.

 

[Frags]

His fingernails became claws as he ripped into her flesh, into her back. The pain he caused transferred into direct pleasure for him as he saw the result of his actions while he continued pounding in and out of her tight little hole. Then he heard her repeat the words he ordered her to say and he smiled through the pleasure, through the fucking and through the grunts of desire.

When she clamped down he could tell while she continued to repeat her words. This only caused him to speed up, ramming his hips hard against hers. If she was in pain, it didn’t matter. Feeling his own orgasm building he lunged his cock deep into her ass, spilling his seed jet after jet. As he leaned against her to catch his breath he stared over her back and toward the back of her head. If she thought this was the end of the night, she’d soon discover that it had just begun.

Pulling out of her he felt the last of the oil as he glanced toward her ass, noticing the hole left behind. Then he sat on the bed as he looked over to her, “Clean me off with your mouth, girl. When you’re done, go downstairs and find a way to find more oils. Make sure its enough so it’ll last more than a few nights. Also make sure you come back with enough money for food tonight.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

The pain from his nails scoring her flesh, was something she was mostly unaware of, until she had climaxed, then, as she slowly came down, while Irving pumped her hard, she became aware of the stinging on her back and ass, but it served only to reinforce her image of herself as his sex toy, and that made her empty cunt begin to throb with excitement once more.

By the time Irving came, she was right on the brink again, and she realised that she had not asked him permission to cum earlier, but hopfully he would not have noticed himself.

“Clean me off with your mouth, girl. When you’re done, go downstairs and find a way to find more oils. Make sure its enough so it’ll last more than a few nights. Also make sure you come back with enough money for food tonight.”

She turned and knelt, and without hesitation, she licked his dick from root to tip, over and over, the musty taste no longer revolting her to the degree it once had. While she worked him with her mouth, she played with her clit, flicking the swollen bundle of nerves until she was on the very brink, the cold in the room seeming very pronounced, invading her wet and gaping asshole, and making her feel very lewd.

"Master, may I cum?" she managed, just about holding her orgasm at bay, as her swollen clit throbbed with need, and she sucked the head of his cock, then, suddenly her mind filled with an image of how she had fallen, on her knees, sucking the cock of a man whose name she did not know, while fingering herself, and the image tipped her over the brink, and she pressed her hand to her mouth, suppressing the resultant scream.

She bowed her head, thinking on his earlier pronouncement that she get oils and money, inferring that she use her body to do so. "For the oils, and the money we need, can I.... would it be okay......do you want me to use all of my....." she searched for the words to express herself, with out humiliating herself too much " use all of my body, or just... just" she blushed "just my womanhood?"

 

[Frags]

Staring down at her between his legs while she sucked him off, he ignored her question. There would be payments made later for her lack of attentiveness while fucking; for not asking him during the acts nor receiving permission. When she was through and she’d cum, he pulled himself away from her, setting his feet back upon the floor. There was no need to put on clothes yet. Not until she’d return with coin and oil.

After she’d finished her question he looked down at her, “You’re my whore, girl. When we’re alone in a room, I want you to talk like one. Don’t be shy. I’ve been down your throat, in your pussy and in your ass. I’ve seen you naked, I’ve heard you say the most depraved things. But when we’re together in public, that’s when you’ll act like the little princess you think you are, understand?”

Irving looked toward the door before looking back down at the girl. His words were delayed but they carried just as much meaning, “I don’t care what you use. There are no limits for you and I want you to make sure your clients know. Whatever they want, they can have in exchange for coin and your oils. And I’ve changed my mind. I want you back within two hours. Don’t take your time.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

“I don’t care what you use. There are no limits for you and I want you to make sure your clients know. Whatever they want, they can have in exchange for coin and your oils. And I’ve changed my mind. I want you back within two hours. Don’t take your time.”

Bronwyn hurried from their room, worrying as she descended the stairs, how exactly she was going to manage this. She peered into the tavern, not quite entering the room. There were many travellers seated around, all drinking ale, and some eating. She tried to judge which looked to be the wealthiest, the ones from whom she had the best chance of extracting coin.

She hated this! She did not want to behave as a whore, but on the other hand, she had to eat, and an empty belly made her revist her previous moral standards.

It was only when some of the men she had been watching had their plates cleared away, that she realised just how long she had stood there. Not wishing to incur Irving's anger, she hurried over to the first table, where a lone traveller sat alone. She approached him and he agreed to give her a shilling for a quick fuck against the wall behind the inn.

She approached three more tables after that, and her offer was declined, but then her attention was called by the inn owner, who berated her for plying her trade inside his inn, a respectable premesis. He demanded that she suck him off, if he was to allow her to continue. He had her knee behind the bar, as he served up ale, and sucked him until he came, swallowing all he gave her.

She asked him for some oil, but he declined, he did however promise a free meal to both her and Irving that evening, and said he would discuss with Irving, how she could make payment in kind, either that night, or the following morning.

Realsing that she had already overstayed her two hours, she clutched her shilling, and went to tell Irving that their dinner was on the house.

 

[Frags]

Irving was a patient man while Bronwyn disappeared downstairs. Washing himself up a little more he stole a nap on the bed while she was below working. When he woke he still hadn’t found the girl where she should’ve been after the two hours: in his room. He could tell by just how it looked outside that she was late and he wasn’t going to let her get away with it. If she really wanted him to lay down his law, whether it be in or on her ass, he was going to do it.

Once she appeared he let Bronwyn tell him about the shilling and her confrontation with the owner. It was clear he wasn’t happy but he wasn’t about to look a gift whore in the mouth. If a man was willing to talk arrangements, then that meant there were always openings to save, and as a traveling merchant, Irving had to take it where he could get it.

At last Irving rose from the bed and walked across the room, placing his hand in hers so he could steal away the shilling. Then with a violent throw, he flung it out of the window as he turned his attention to her, “I send you downstairs for money and the only thing you come back with is a worthless coin and a promise of a free meal? Promises don’t go very far. And you’re late. I can’t permit you to continue to defy me. You’re going to have to listen and obey now that you’re my property.

“You’re not eating that meal tonight. Instead you can earn your way, the same way I told you just over two hours ago.” Irving looked around the room briefly before turning his attention back to the girl, obviously having made a decision, “Your meal tonight is cum. From anyone you can get it from. And you’re not charging. Your rewards are the swallows you can take from the men. I’ll speak with the man downstairs and see about using the storage room as we had at the last place. If another man wants to fuck your pussy, your ass or wants to drill a hole in you and use that, only in that case can you charge. And I’d want you to. I’m going to head downstairs and I want you to come down behind me in nothing but your corset and a pair of panties. Hopefully by then I’ll have talked the man into the storage room idea and we’ll see how things go. I want you to learn from this. You would’ve received rewards tonight, beyond what you would’ve brought to me if you had obeyed.”

Irving returned to the girl, closing the distance between them as he laid a fragile kiss against her lips and his hands gently cupped her ass, “I want you to do well but I can’t permit you to slide anymore. You’re going to have to listen and you’re going to have to jump when I tell you.”

After that Irving left, leaving the girl to dress down and meet him in a few minutes. Meanwhile, Irving moved down the stairs and found the man behind the counter. Irving was upset and was willing to be very lenient with any cost the man may ask for lodging, meals and a fuck room while food was being prepared in another room for upcoming dinner.

 

[sallythescorpian]

“I send you downstairs for money and the only thing you come back with is a worthless coin and a promise of a free meal? ....... And you’re late!"

Bronwyn fought to keep the tears at bay. She had dissappointed and let him down, she had failed him. If only she had not dallied for so long in the doorway to the tavern.

“Your meal tonight is cum. From anyone you can get it from. And you’re not charging. Your rewards are the swallows you can take from the men."

The tears did flow now. The stew, which the patrons were eating downstairs, had smelled so good, it had made her mouth water, and she had been so looking forward to it.

"I.... I am so sorry Master! I have let you down!! I promise.... I'll do better!!"

" I’ll speak with the man downstairs and see about using the storage room as we had at the last place. If another man wants to fuck your pussy, your ass or wants to drill a hole in you and use that, only in that case can you charge. And I’d want you to. I’m going to head downstairs and I want you to come down behind me in nothing but your corset and a pair of panties. Hopefully by then I’ll have talked the man into the storage room idea and we’ll see how things go."

Undressing until she wore only the low cur corset, and the whore's panties, she followed him downstairs, and went into the small storage closet, just in time to hear the tavern owner announce that the whore who was around earlier was sucking off any man who desired it, in the store room, and if anyone wanted to fuck her, they could do so, for two shillings a piece.

The door opened, and the first man entered, taking her hair in his hand, and pushing her to her knees, while he freed himself, and then roughly thrust his cock into her mouth, fucking it roughly. The second he finished, another took his place, and a second man moved behind her, lifting her hips, and driving himself without preamble into her pussy, both thrusting roughly into her. The man in her mouth finsihed quickly, and the second man repositioned himself into her mouth, while another took her pussy, and both fucked her till they came. The first man refused to pay, as he had not cum in her pussy, but in her mouth, but the other man gave her the promised two shillings.

The night wore on, and she lost count of the number of men she took in her mouth, pussy and ass, but after several hours, her jaw ached terribly, and she had managed to make all the men come in her pussy and ass, using her muscles to force them to cum, so that they couldn't pull the trick of the man who finished in her mouth, and refused to pay.

Finally, there was a break, and putting her tits back inside her corset, cleaning herself up as well as she could, she stepped back into the panties, and left the closet, seeking out Irving, who she found at the bar, deep in conversation with the inn keeper.

"Here you go, Master!" she said, as she handed him the bag of coins, and looking around, and not seeing a spare seat, she knelt at his feet, caressing his cock through his pants. She wanted to please him, to get his praise.

“I want you to do well but I can’t permit you to slide anymore. You’re going to have to listen and you’re going to have to jump when I tell you.”

His earlier words rang in her ears, and she vowed to herself that she would not dissappoint him again, no matter what he wanted her to do, or how embarrassing she found it.

 

[Frags]

With Bronwyn locked away in the storage room fucking ever stranger who wanted her, Irving remained in the main room, eating heartily. The promise was kept from the owner but that didn’t negate the lesson she had to learn. Promises from anyone but Irving had to be discouraged. She would be taken advantage of without so much as the prospect of any kind of protection. And she’d get that with Irving, just as soon as she learned her core lessons.

When he saw Bronwyn coming his way after spending some time in the back room he smiled a little, asking, “Full? I hope you are because there’s nothing else to fill your stomach tonight.” Irving took the bag of coins, holding it in his hand while he looked the girl over. She still needed a name but she wasn’t getting one after tonight. Deciding that she’d have to earn one, on another night, he put it out of his mind temporarily.

Then he watched her as she knelt on the floor and began rubbing him through his pants. “Why don’t you head back into the room back there. I’m going to fuck you before we go back upstairs.”

Irving clutched the bag on the counter, pulling the bag of coins closer to his body as he began to stand from the stool. Heading toward the back room he left the door open from Bronwyn to go through, entering and shutting the door behind them only after he had. Privately he wondered just how tired she was. But the wondering stopped there because he honestly didn’t care how tired the girl was. He needed something.