The Space Between Us

All of us will do everything for our family. For their own good. We are willing to do everything we can for them. But we also have different degrees of courage. How much can you do for them? How long can you go? How low can you get?

And this is how far Coreen would go for her family.

She slowly unwrapped the black box he gave to her. She looked up and stared at him through the mirror wall he put up between them. He inclined his head for her to continue and she did. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a pair of beautiful red gloves inside. The shade seemingly looks like blood making her swallow.

Again she looked at Royce, "This is mine?" she asked while pointing at the bloody gloves.

"Wear it," he ordered using his deep voice that sent thousands of pleasure deep within her and straight to her core. She bit her lip but did as he asked because what choice does she have really?

She is now paid to do everything he wants even if everything in her is against it.

She wore them and was amazed at the texture and the perfect size in her hands. She was like a singer at the Opera she had seen on television. She was just shocked when she heard a motion in front of her and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor when she saw it. Royce was slowly stripping off his jeans and she couldn't look away at the sight of his black boxer briefs with an impressive bulge.

She swallowed as she stares at his almost nude body. It's not like it's going to be the first time she'll see his dick but still, if you are in her position, seeing that huge anatomy he calls a dick will always be shocking. Coreen's eyes lifted up to his face and all he could see in his eyes was desire and lust. Does she wonder what he has under his sleeves now?

He wasted no time in removing his boxers and heat pooled inside her tummy at the sight of that hard cock pointing at her, ready to play. She can't take her eyes off it, afraid that it will bite her if she does.

"Come closer and kneel," he ordered once more.

She obeyed and kneeled in front of the 'glory hole' as he called it and waited for his next move. She watched like a hawk as he walked closer and inserted his throbbing dick through the hole 'til she came face to face with his leaking tip. Pre-cum is dripping out of the slit and she had the urge to lick it but she knows her boundaries and rules; never touch him with her bare hands and skin.

She looked up from his snake to his face, waiting for his next command. "Touch me and make me feel good."

She swallowed the saliva in her mouth and panted, heat creeping up her cheeks at his command. She has never done this before and she does not even know how to do it. This is why he gave her a pair of gloves.

"This is worth fifty thousand, woman." he is reminded her impatiently.

How could she ever forget that when every time she sees Royce, he reminds her what kind of life she now has? That she's all this for money. That she will do the rest he will command even if it's beyond her limitations. And she knows, with every increase in the numbers he pays her, the harder and dirtier the task is.

"You've seen me do it, just copy what I did yesterday."

She closed her eyes as she tries to remember what he's done exactly. She remembers how he pleasured himself, how he moved his gloved hand up and down his own dick. How he panted and groaned as he watched her pleasuring herself. It brought more pleasure inside her body and it made her shiver with want. These things are all new to her but her mind seems to have a mind of its own in doing so.

She lifted her shaking hands and wrapped it around his hard dick making him gasp a little but she heard it anyway. She watched his face as she slowly moved her hand in a slow pace, she watched as he gritted his teeth and bit his lip and she felt a surge of power she had never felt before. She was comforted by the look on his face, so she had to tighten her grip on it and move her hand faster. Harder. Tighter.

"Oh, fuck. That's it, woman. Keep doing that." he moaned out that almost made her moan herself. She can feel her already soaked panties rubbing against her as she moves her hand.

Even though she was wearing gloves she could feel the warmth of his manhood. Its size, its fat, its length, every root seemed to throb from its grip—every vein and skin.

Up and down, circle, left and right.

She looked up and saw him leaning his head on the glass wall with his eyes close and mouth hanging open. She didn't know what came over her but she squeezed it and suddenly, he was coming all over her face making her gasp causing some of his essence to shoot in her mouth.

She stood up abruptly and didn't know what to do. Royce stared at her from the mirror and smiled at her as he stared at her while panting softly.

"Scoop it all and put it inside your mouth," he commanded with no sense of humor at all so she had no choice but to comply. She scooped all of his juices on her face and put inside her mouth making her cringe with the sour and bitter taste of it.

She closed her mouth when it's finally all in and waited for him to ask her to spit it all out.

"Swallow it."

She was shocked at this. He wants her to swallow the --- the babies?!

"Go on now, woman." he urged.

With her eyes closed, she swallowed the proof of what she did today that would probably scar her to life—making a face at the taste of it.

"Good girl." he praised and left her there dumbfounded.

A tear fell from her eye as she wiped her mouth with the back of her gloved hand. She stared at her hands in confusion and aroused state. Why did she feel this way? There is no turning back now, this is her life now. Someone's plaything until he gets tired of her.

God, when did her life become a sin?