Chapter 3. Meeting Demitri Devil

DAISY

I find myself walking around and looking. It is a nice room, expensive, but empty. There isn’t even a bed? So, what, does Mr Devil have a thing for chair sex? I laugh at the thought, then hear the door open, I turn and watch as he walks in and locks the door behind him. He quietly walks to the side and pours two drinks.

Two? Is that why he paid so much? I’m used to it now, but usually, the rules are you have to state if there is more than one man. I look around, but there are no other doors, and he just locked that one. So who is the second guy?

I am to busy trying to work it out that I don’t see him walking toward me until he is standing before me, his hand holding out a glass. I peer at it then up to him.

The second drink is for me. I take it slowly and watch as he sits on the small sofa. I was nervous the first time I was sold for sex, this is different, I am more nervous than before. I sit next to him and take a sip. Not even considering what Dean would say, I should only drink water.

I rarely drink anything other than water. I place the glass down and move forward to kiss him, his hand going up and stopping me.

Shit, I am in trouble now.

“Sorry, I’m new to this place, I don’t know the rules.” Maybe I shouldn’t lead here?

“Miss Raven, right?” He looks at me and I nod.

“I’m Demitri, what is your name?” He smiles at me.

“Dais-Erm-Cherry.” I never get asked my name, and when I was sold Dean told me my name was Cherry if I was ever working, it suited me better for what I was to do.

“Cherry. It is nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand I shake it. I’m confused, he paid to have me in this room and is talking to me?

“Can I ask you something, Cherry?” I nod, feeling nervous.

“Are you really happy with selling your body?”

“It is money.” I smile at him.

“I know, but surely you are not happy to have different men use you for pennies when you’re worth far more?”

I stare at him.

“You have choices, you realise that right? Sure, this is an easy way to make quick cash, but you can find other ways. Ways that don’t involve you giving yourself to strange guys.”

“I do not have a choice, this is my only option.”

He tilts his head to the side. “Everyone has a choice, Cherry.”

“Well, I don’t as I am still under contract until I am thirty-six.”

I watch as he looks at me confused, does he not know the rules?

“Your family sent you here to make money for them?” He looks at me shocked, but mostly sickened.

“No, my parents sold me to Mrs. Jones, and she sold me on. The man who bought me last sells me out to make back that money. I have covered the original debt, now anything I am paid is extra for him.”

He looks at me, not speaking, just staring.

“You’re new here, right?”

I nod to him.

“Which means you are not aware of the rules like the only women allowed here are the ones who choose to be, not the ones under contract.”

My eyes widen. “Sorry.” Shit, I am in for it. “I shouldn’t have spoken, I’m not meant to speak. Please don’t say anything, please.” Fuck!

“Cherry, what is your real name? The name you went to say but stopped saying?”

I shake my head, I can’t tell him. I can’t speak, I shouldn’t have spoken at all.

“I promise I won’t mention it. I won’t mention that you spoke.” He smiles at me.

“Daisy, my name is Daisy Raven.”

“Well, Daisy, it’s nice to meet you, not Cherry.”

“Thank you. I don’t want to sound forward, but shouldn’t we be having sex?” He is wasting his time talking to me.

I watch as he laughs and refills our glasses before sitting back down.

“Daisy, I don’t fuck the women.”

I stare at him.

“W-What?”

“I pay them money, we talk, I find out how they got into this situation and try to help them.”

“No.” Is he fucking crazy? “I can’t, you can’t, you don’t understand!” I’m dead, or at least starved for a fucking week.

“You’re scared because all we will do is talk?” He laughs slightly. “No one will know.”

“He will!”

“Tell me, Daisy, how will he know, you’re in my private room, without any cameras, that no one is allowed to enter.”

I feel my cheeks flush, and he looks at me waiting. Do I really need to fucking say it? I’ve never had someone refuse to fuck me.

“Explain to me Daisy how he will know then maybe I can help?” He looks at me waiting.

“I have to prove it.”

He looks at me confused.

“I don’t understand, how?”

“Look, at the start, I hated it. I would barely move, I couldn’t. He started getting complaints. Men saying I was that stuck up, and tense it was barely enjoyable. That they couldn’t finish. That made him get mad, and he placed new rules on me if a man didn’t enjoy himself I wouldn’t get food. He has me bring back the condom, to prove the guy enjoyed himself.”

He stares at me and then laughs. “Wait, you’re fucking serious?”

I nod.

“What happens if the guy says he had issues? That it wasn’t your fault?”

“I still get the same results, no food.” I watch as he sits back. His eyes are on his glass.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I don’t know how you got in. This is a private place, for those women who want to do it. You had to call in, what did you say?”

“I didn’t call in, I am guessing that would be his wife who did.” Of course, they can’t have me call in. I would have fucked up, and when he tells the owner, I am in shit. Dean won’t like that I spoke. Why did I speak?

“Daisy.” I feel his hand grip my chin and force me to look at him. My eyes fix on his, they are grey. It’s weird, I have never seen someone with grey eyes, but they are amazing.

“I promise, I will not mention it. No one will find out what you have said, I swear.” He smiles at me and releases my chin.

I sit back relaxing slightly, my eyes looking across him, he is hot. A slight beard, almost like he has missed a few days of shaving, yet it is clear that is how he keeps it. My eyes look across his body, there are tattoos on his hands, and he is wearing a suit, so clearly has money.

I never normally look at the guy I am with. It is business. I go in, we have sex, he leaves then I do. Yet, Demitri makes me smile, he is hot.

“Can I ask you a question Daisy? It may be personal.”

My eyes meet his. “Nothing of my life is personal Mr Devil.” I have no privacy.

“These, meetings, events. Where you are sold to guys, what is the usual routine?”

“The usual routine is I go in the room, and he comes in. I take the lead, that is unless he requests to. we have sex and once he is done he leaves. Just how sex works.” I laugh slightly.

“That isn’t how sex works. Have all your sexual relationships been ones where you were paid?”

I nod, to me, that is how sex works. “I am sold, I’m not there to gain pleasure, to have fun. I am there to ensure he enjoys himself. I don’t have the right to enjoy myself.”

I explain it the best I can.

“Even if you’re sold for sex, you should get pleasure Daisy, have you ever got pleasure from sex?”

His questions are personal, these things I never get asked, other than by Dean and his wife. So, I guess they aren’t personal as personal things are what you have a choice in sharing, I have no choice. I learnt quickly, that Mary saying pleasure and business meant the man's pleasure. It was drilled into me, I was nothing more than a body for the man, and I shouldn't feel pleasure.

“I haven’t, it isn’t something I aim for or expect.” I can’t request it either as that will be breaking the rules. I sit and look at him as he stares at me shocked.

“By yourself?”

I shake my head. “I’m not allowed, any signs that I have and I get punished. My body was sold to Dean for him to use as he liked. I have no rights to it.”

“Bullshit.” His word shocks me. “You have rights to your body. As Dean will soon find out himself.”

I stand up and panic. “Please don’t!”

“Daisy, I promised nothing will be repeated from me. Let me explain.” His hand reaches mine and he pulls me to sit.

“In this city, very few agree with the arrangement of a child being their parents and legally able to lose their rights. Some do it here yes, but for the most, they don’t. Can I ask how much you get today after I pay?”

I laugh slightly. “I get nothing, no money is given to me.” He looks at me shocked, and maybe I should just shut the hell up talking but he is the only person to ever ask me about me!

“Those in this city who keep the rights to their children often use their children yes, but not like this. They may request that their child pay them a percentage of their earnings. The man who bought you will soon see, that this city isn’t like others.”

“How do you mean?”

“He will get away with it for some time Daisy, however, eventually, someone will stop him. Someone will question it, this city doesn’t agree with selling women to gain money, they can sell themselves, but no one else. Also, no one in this city takes the full money.”

So Dean left the city and came here. Does he know that they don’t follow the same rules, or does he just not care?