SALVATION

Chapter 8 - Elena

"Donnie said you requested me specifically?" I say, staring into the light blue eyes of a remarkably attractive man. His boyish face is charming and handsome, and his body looks to be solid muscle under his fitted suit.

He closes the door behind us and leads me over to the bed.

"Yes, I saw you on stage. You were amazing up there."

I give him my most dazzling smile, "I'm glad you enjoyed the show, Mr. West," I say, repeating the name Donnie told me.

"Deacon is fine." He brings the back of my hand to his lips, and places a soft kiss there, something no client has ever done to me before. My stomach flutters, but I ignore it and crawl onto his lap, straddling him and pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders.

He picks me up and lays me back on the bed gently, his lips trail my naked body, leaving me covered in goosebumps and I arch my back, pushing myself further into him. He kneels on the floor, pulling my hips to the edge of the bed and buries his face in my pussy.

Most clients just want me to suck their cock and then lie here while they fuck me, but not Deacon; he makes me cum three times before standing up and finally sliding his thick cock inside me.

His name slips off my tongue over and over again like a prayer and I find myself staring into his eyes instead of avoiding his gaze. His cock stretches me, filling me with more pleasure than I've ever felt and I scream out as another orgasm courses through me.

"Oh my god, Deacon... Deacon..."

I can feel someone trailing their fingers down my face, "beautiful little doll," says an unfamiliar voice, and I wake with a jolt, my eyes snapping open.

I stare up into the grey eyes of a dangerous looking man. My heart rate accelerates and I sit up, pushing myself back into the pillows.

"Who the fuck are you?" I yell at him

He clamps his hand over my mouth and grins down at me. "I'm your fucking salvation, and you, little doll, are mine now."

His words are menacing, and his gaze promises something sinister, but I find myself drawn to him. He's kind of beautiful; dark blonde hair hanging in his face, piercing grey eyes, sharp cheekbones, and though he's not buff, his muscles are tight and defined under his skin. I feel myself get hotter and clench my thighs together.

My dream of my first night with Deacon is still swimming in my mind and now this guy is looking down at me like he's about to feast on me. Even though I'm sore, and my nipples throb painfully, I want to see what he'll do to me.

His hand reaches for the blankets, but just before he can grab them, the door bangs open and Deacon stalks in; his light hair glistening and dripping with water, and his eyes narrowing at the man next to me, "Lucas, what the fuck are you doing?"

The man, Lucas, snatches his hand away, "just wanted to play with the little doll," he says innocently.

Deacon sighs heavily, "Get the others will you? I want to talk to her."

Lucas shakes his head, "No, I'm staying." He sits in a chair in the corner of the room and stares at me. I give him what I hope is a friendly smile, before looking up at Deacon. When I stare into his eyes, memories from last night come rushing back and a wave of shame washes over me.

"What happened?" I trail my fingers over the cut on my lip, the swelling seems to be nearly gone, I remember it feeling huge and stinging painfully last night.

"What do you remember?" Deacon asks, sitting on the edge of the bed next to me.

"I was working, and-"