Mia's POV
My hand trembled as I held the small towel that was covering my naked body. As it fell to the floor, my body was revealed to a man waiting on the bed. His lips curved into a smile, as if amazed by what he was seeing. I almost melted from shame and disgust at myself. But I had no choice but to do this, something I never wanted but was necessary.
My shoulders jolted as the man who had been lying down earlier began to stand. He approached me and wiped away the tears that escaped from my eyes. It was then that I realized I had been crying.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll be gentle," he said in a bedroom voice that made my body creep.
He started trailing the tip of his finger along my skin. With each touch, it felt as if electricity was coursing through my body. I want to avoid his touch, but I know I can't.
He brought his face closer, causing our eyes to meet. I realized then that he was a handsome man. His eyes were light brown, and the shape of his face resembled that of an Adonis. He was a Godlike person disguised as a human.
Slowly, he leaned his lips toward mine, but I immediately turned away, disappointing him.
"What are you doing?" he asked irritably.
"I'm sorry. Can you not kiss me on the lips?" I pleaded.
His forehead creased in confusion, but he seemed to respect my decision because he did not press his lips to mine. Instead, he began to trail kisses down my neck.
I had always promised myself that I would save my first kiss for the man I would love forever. I knew I could no longer be proud of my body, so at least my lips would remain for myself.
"Uh..."
I gasped when I felt his tongue on my chest. With every stroke of its tip, I gradually felt a strange warmth in my body.
‘W-What is this? Why do I feel this way?’
"Aahh... Uhmm..." I couldn't hold back a moan as I felt his finger between my thighs.
"You're wet, baby," he said in a breathy voice. I only then noticed the continuous flow of a strange fluid from my womanhood.
I tried to squeeze my legs together out of shame, but I sighed even more deeply as I felt his middle finger slip between my thighs.
"J-Just a moment. Is this really how it feels?" I stammered.
I heard the man's suppressed laughter in front of me.
"Don't play dumb, baby," he said.
I was surprised when he suddenly lifted my body, and the last thing I remembered was both of us lying on the bed with him on top of me.
"I'm not going to be gentle. I'm going to claim your body as I paid for," he said with a smirk, making me swallow hard.
Something was touching the entrance of my womanhood. Soon after, I felt it slowly enter my v*gina.
"A-Ahh!" I screamed as I felt something tearing inside me.
"S-Sh*t! You're a virgin?!" he said with surprise. Tears started to escape my eyes because of the pain I felt. "Now I know why you're expensive," he said, then smiled.
"I haven't tasted a virgin in a long time. But I'm sorry, I want it rough, baby."
"Ahh... ahh... U-Uumm..."
I tightly covered my mouth to keep the disgusting moans from escaping. One after another, I felt the pain hit me as the man started to move his hips on top of me. But after a while, I didn't know why the pain seemed to be replaced by a strange feeling.
I gradually began to like the strange warmth he was giving me, a warmth I had never felt before, a warmth that I knew was wrong, but my body was screaming for more.
‘No. This cannot be.’
His pace became faster and faster, coming in and out of my womanhood. Every thrust gives me a different kind of sensation. I feel like I'm going crazy at any moment. I hold on tightly to the bed sheet, and my hips almost sag with each thrust he takes in and out of my womanhood. Is it good? No, but I guess no words can explain what I feel right now. The sensation of heat remained, and soon I felt a strange thing building in my belly.
"U-Uuhh... J-Just a moment... I need to pee," I said, trying to stop him.
"Just release it, baby," he said, seeming to laugh.
"S-Stop! Uuuhh…"
After several more thrusts, a certain liquid slipped out from inside me.
I couldn't explain what I was feeling. I was so disgusted with myself because I was gradually feeling sensations I would eventually regret.
***
"Take it and leave," said the man with me as he sat on the bed smoking a cigarette.
My eyes landed on a paper lying on the bed. On the cheque was the amount we had agreed upon.
Emotionlessly, I took that paper and gently stood. I even closed my eyes tightly as I felt pain between my thighs, but I didn’t show it; instead, I hurriedly walked toward the bathroom and cleaned myself. But I knew that no matter how much I washed, the dirtiness and filth of what happened to me would not disappear.
It was over. My dignity was gone.
I just surrendered this to a man I had just seen, a man I didn't even know.
As the water from the shower fell, salty tears slowly ran down my cheeks. I knew I had to be strong. My mother and brother needed me. I had to get up and forget all of this.
After cleaning myself, I put on my clothes, and before leaving that room, I took one last glance at the man who was now lying on the bed, sound asleep.
I will never forget his face, the face of the man who first owned my body.
I wiped my tears once again, then started walking and left the hotel.
