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And with that, Zaret's fingers glide more and more effortlessly over my clit. More and more regularly. I exhale heavily, trying to remind myself why we're standing here. That he wants to hurt Claire. hurts me But the problem is that I've isolated my body from my mind for all these years. I switched off with every customer - accepted it and let my body take the lead. It saved me from breaking. To see more in me than a prostitute. And so my specially created protective cover falls on my feet.

My body seizes power. And no matter how hard I fight, it doesn't seem to do anything. The tingling keeps getting stronger, pushing away all the reasons why I shouldn't let go right now. God, it's so hard for me to resist Zaret. He is so infinitely gentle. And rough. A mix I would like. If it were another man So I grab onto his side, panting softly as I convulse more and more. Fight something that doesn't even need a fight. I am aware of that. Still, I can't and don't want to just give up.

Zaret hums softly and his lips are still hovering over my skin. He touches my cheek tenderly, scrapes it with his teeth and blows kisses on my neck below my ear. I wish Pete would say something. Or Claire. Someone to pull me out of the whirlpool of Zare. But nobody says anything. And so you can only hear my heavy breathing, the soft panting when he plays with my little pearl again. Slightly tugging at my clit. And the breathers I had in the beginning are no longer there. There doesn't seem to go a second that Zaret doesn't stimulate me.

"Come on," he breathes against my skin, the warmth in his voice driving me insane. "Just let it out and it's over." Now Zarte is looking at me again and I hate his confidence. He doesn't even seem to consider the fact that I don't have to moan at all. Well, probably the struggle inside me is more than evident in my face. Still, his high-handed manner annoys me. And I'd really like to give him my opinion. But I can not. There might be a moan instead of a rebuke. This just seems to be lurking in my throat for me to relax my throat a bit. And so I just look at him and lose myself in the brown eyes. It suddenly seems brighter. Looks almost inviting. Like the clay at the inn. Kind of soft. I am aware that this is a web of my head. That he too somehow wants to force me to give up.

And as the warmth of the shade of brown takes over me more and more, I grab his neck and pull him down to me. Anything is better than feeling something positive at the sight of Zaret. He immediately gives in to my pressure and presses himself a little closer to me, so that we take another small step back. But I don't pay attention to that. Zaret gives me support so that I don't even stumble. And so he is free to place his lips on mine. They nestle tightly against each other and his tongue is already making its way to mine. And as they circle each other, I can't hold back the groan. It presses hard over my throat and I immediately press my mouth harder on tender things. He should intercept the pleasurable sound. And that works. Even as our tongues dance together the moan sounds. Loses herself in the kiss and is barely audible in the hallway. Claire and Pete will hardly have noticed. Zaret is different.

Immediately his lips twist into a grin and I can literally feel his satisfaction. The tight grip on my waist loosens a bit and he now rubs his thumb over my dress. Uses a little more pressure so I definitely feel the stroking. Then he slowly pulls away from me and looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "And now again for everyone to hear."

I blow out the air with difficulty and I feel so infinitely warm. God how can I be so hot? With every second another fire seems to kindle inside me. And yet there is still the ice. It paralyzes me and just won't go away. Rather, Zaret seems to be making it even bigger. He awakens fire and ice in me. cold and heat. That's too many opposites. Far too many impressions that I just can't process.

"Zaret please," I whisper, leaning against his shoulder. For the first time, it seems inviting to me. Kind of strong. "Please stop." It's barely audible. Mixes with my heavy breath. But I know he heard me. Where exactly I get the knowledge from, I can't say. Maybe intuition?

"Give me a reason." He kisses my forehead and I realize it's just for show. Zaret still wants to let everyone know we're a couple. But I don't care right now. I can with Claire I'll sort that out later, right now I just don't want to lose.

"I..." I can't think of a reason. Nothing that applies to Zaret. And I tremble again as he strokes my clit. I press my lips together, catching the lustful sound. And suddenly I come it seems seductive to me just to give him his will. Why am I so resisting it? Then it would at least be over. But there's something in me that doesn't want to give up. And I don't want to and can't deny that. I feel like that This fighting spirit too rarely. I could never resist it and betray myself further. "I would so like to win just once."

Yes, the unfiltered truth. But my mind is too foggy to do anything else. I can only focus on Zaret. For his smell. Not the one created by the mine, but the one underneath. That light note that only Zaret reflects.

He stops briefly and actually pulls back a bit. And now I look at him. I never would have thought that he would leave me because of a wish. And that's exactly why I see something like compassion for Zaret for the first time. That he knows very well how I feel. And even if his hand is still on my most intimate zone, it's obvious that he understands me.

He grimaces apologetically and shakes his head. "I really wish you a win, Kalota." He's serious. There's no sign of amusement in him and that's exactly what robs me of the ground under my feet. I really would have expected everything, but certainly not this.

Very slowly Zaret leans forward, touches his lips to mine and for a moment I can catch my breath. How this lies down comfortably on me. And suddenly I have the feeling that this warmth is melting some of the ice around my heart. I'm getting warm. Not much. And it's hardly worth mentioning. But I can tell. He seems to dispel some of this inner powerlessness. However, I cannot judge whether that comes from what was said or really from his proximity.

But then Zaret starts talking, pulling my focus away from this question. "But what kind of victory would that be if I gave it to you?" He doesn't move for a moment and the words reverberate in my head. They form in a huge wave and take me with it. He's right. It would be a lie And yet I would prefer a lie myself.

And while I'm still forming the next words in my head, Zaret slides his finger through my labia. Quickly. I can't even realize what he's up to before he penetrates me with two fingers. Bends it and hits my g-spot with full force. And that is enough. That touch is incredible. Scares me. Arouses even more excitement. Makes me tremble and without even having a chance, another moan escapes me. It echoes loudly through the hallway. Ebbs slowly and now shows everyone how much power Zaret has over me. That it's not just painful sounds that he can elicit from me.

That makes me close my eyes in resignation. And as Delicate slowly pulls away and my body screams that it wants more, a tear runs down my cheek. One that has some of my fighting spirit in it. Steals a little more of myself again. And eventually one last tear will fall. This will carry the last remnant of my insides. Then I become a ghost. Just like my mother was. I lost again. It would have been so easy to defy Zaret at least here. But I can't even do that. Why am I so weak? Again the thought arises that I shouldn't really be alive anymore. It seems to me like a bug in the system. Like I'm a mistake

Zaret leans his forehead against mine and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Now it's over." There's no audible satisfaction. He sounds more resigned. As if victory doesn't satisfy him either. "You have ten minutes to talk to Claire. After that you'll come home." Zaret takes another deep breath, lets his fingertips wander over my cheek and catches my tear. Then he pulls away with a jerk and while the footsteps echo loudly in the hallway, I keep my eyes closed. I don't want to see anyone right now. Don't want to see the disgust in Pete and Claire. I despise myself the most.