The Contracted Stripper

Iris stood by the window, her hair disheveled and eyes red from crying.

The room was a mess, a testament to her frustration and anger.”What the hell is this?” Ryan demanded, looking around the room in disbelief.

Iris turned to face him, her expression cold and unyielding. “What do you care, Ryan? It’s just a room, right? Just like I’m just a means to an end for you.”

Ryan stepped closer, his frustration palpable. “Stop saying nonsense iris and come with me”.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Nonsense”? Iris laughed bitterly. “I heard you last night, Ryan. I saw you. You think I don’t know what this is? You think I don’t feel anything?”.

Ryan chuckled, a cold, mocking sound that sent chills down Iris’s spine. “What do you mean you saw me? And so what if you heard me?” he spoke sternly, his voice dripping with contempt. Iris’s heart broke through her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

“Who was the girl last night?” Iris questioned, her voice trembling.

“Are you by any chance questioning me?” Ryan barked, cutting her off. “Are you here to tell me what to do and what not to do? Have you forgotten your place here so soon?” He stepped closer, his rage palpable, causing Iris to flinch.

“It’s my house! My dick! My life, and I will do what I deem fit, so don’t ever question me again.”

“Except there is something you are not telling me”, he slowly walked towards her, each step making her retreat until her back was pressed against the wall. He came so close that she could feel his breath against her skin.

“Oh my bad, I forgot you’re a whore who always gets penetrated. Now I know the reason for your pain.

You should have just asked me, and I would have given it to you so bad that you would always crawl back for more”. he whispered, his voice a cruel mockery.

He tilted his head to her neck, giving her a soft bite and then using his tongue to lick her ear down to her neck slowly.

“Ohhhh,” Iris muttered, her body betraying her as it became fully aroused.

Ryan took one of his hands into her nightgown, trailing his fingers from her knees all the way to her slightly shaved pubic area. He put his pinky finger into her hot, dripping pussy, which felt like water dripping from a slightly broken bottle.

It was tight, making it difficult for him to move further. He rubbed his wet fingers on her nipples, causing her moaning to increase.

Iris couldn’t feel her body; she was almost falling apart. Her body tingled in the most absurd way, feeling pain mixed with pleasure as Ryan put his finger inside her.

Ryan looked at her, her eyes shut and moaning quietly. He suddenly pulled his hand out and gave a loud laugh. “You are disgusting and a cheap whore,” he blurted. “Dress sexy, you are stripping for me tonight.”

With that he walked out of her room. Before shutting the door. he turned and said, “It’s gonna be 24 hours soon. Prepare my answer tonight.” He banged the door and left.

Iris slid down the wall, collapsing onto the floor as a torrent of emotions washed over her. She felt a mix of anger, humiliation, and confusion.

Her body still tingled from the encounter, but the shame was overwhelming. She had never felt so degraded in her life. Her tears flowed freely now, hot and uncontrollable.

“How could he?” she whispered to herself, hugging her knees to her chest. The pain in her heart was almost physical, a sharp, twisting agony that made it hard to breathe. She felt dirty, used, and utterly powerless.

Yet, there was also a flicker of something else. A defiance that sparked in her chest. She hated how he made her feel, hated how he could manipulate her body so easily.

But more than anything, she hated herself for responding to him, for feeling even a shred of pleasure in such a demeaning situation.

“I can’t keep living like this,” she thought. The contract, the emotional torture it was all becoming too much. Iris knew she had to find a way out, to regain some semblance of control over her life. But how? The walls were closing in, and every path seemed blocked by Ryan’s cruel dominance.

As she lay there, feeling both numb and raw, one thing became clear, she needed to reclaim her strength, to fight back against the circumstances that had trapped her. And she would start tonight, no matter the cost…..