6 Alexander's tenderness

In a luxurious room with metallic white nuances with yellowish white lighting, Daisy stood in front of a big mirror and slowly took off her dress. The girl took off all her clothes and then switched to wearing black lingerie.

'Always like this ... boring,' she thought lazily, combing her wavy blonde hair. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, smiling faintly with pride because her beauty made it easy to earn money, but her beauty also made her weak. Can't escape from sexual slavery, can't be free like other girls.

Again, she remembered her mother who always took care of her, never letting anyone hurt her. but now that it was gone, now it was too easy for someone to physically hurt her, leaving bruises and pain in several parts of her body.

'Ironic… this beauty made me a slave….this beauty makes madam Nicole always happy to enjoy the money that is not her right, even I don't think it means money,' she thought with a wry smile, then glanced at Alexander who came into the room seen from the mirror.

"Have you eaten yet?" asked Alexander, placing the bottle and glass on the table near the black couch.

"It doesn't matter to know if I've eaten or not," Daisy replied in a very low voice, sounding like she was lazy. She remained standing in front of the mirror, gazing at her beauty while twisting her hair.

Alexander sighed, then walked over to Daisy and stood behind her very close. He looked at the mirror, saw his reflection with the girl so intensely then smiled faintly.

"Where is your mom?" he asked.

"Happy in heaven, or maybe cry because of me," Daisy replied lazily.

Alexander fell silent because maybe Daisy didn't want to be a prostitute because it would make her mother sad. And the girl said that her mother was already in heaven which meant her mother had died. the man who has a very handsome face with a firm jaw covered with a thin beard slowly touched the girl's hips, then lowered his head towards her neck and slowly kissed her.

"Then where is your father?" he asked quietly.

"I hope he's dead," Daisy replied, her breath starting to become uncomfortable at Alexander's arousing touch.

"That means he's still alive?"

"I don't know."

"He shouldn't have let you in that brothel….you're too beautiful to be a bitch," Alexander said with his voice so low, that he kept kissing Daisy's neck. Slowly his hands swelled up, feeling her belly area which seemed to have no food in it.

Daisy sighed, trying to stay calm even though she was so annoyed that she immediately thought of her father who didn't accept her presence and left her mother just like that. She turned around to face Alexander and then wrapped her arms around his neck while her buttocks leaned against the glass. The girl looked at the man's face very intensely, enjoying his good looks then smiled faintly because to her handsomeness didn't mean anything at all.

"Just do what you want, Mister. There's no need to ask too many questions about myself because it means nothing at all," she said in a sensual tone.

"But I want to know because I know you don't like what you're doing right now, even every day you don't like it. Isn't that right?" asked Alexander.

"I like...I just need to satisfy you, satisfy every man who gives me money. And of course, I'm also very satisfied with what you will do to me or what they do to me ..," Daisy said with a faint smile. "This is a fun thing ... work is full of fun, so you don't have to worry and ask a lot of questions about my mom or dad. It's none of your business," she continued.

Alexander was silent with a faint smile on his lips, looking at Daisy's eyes which seemed to tease him but he knew that it was all just compulsion. Remembering how cold she had been in the car, he came to understand that she had never sincerely given herself up to the man who bought her. Yes of course ... It is very reasonable if a woman can not give herself completely to the man she just met, because every human union requires a process, a kind of falling in love. .but being a prostitute, you have to keep giving yourself to the customer, even though there is no love at all, maybe even just hate, so like it or not, you have to do it. Such is the cruel world of slavery!

"Mister, I am yours….do what you want," Daisy exclaimed, slowly unbuttoning Alexander's shirt.

"How many men have enjoyed your gorgeous body?" asked Alexander.

Daisy smiled wryly. "Why are you so stupid asking about it?"

"I want to know?"

"You already know..."

"No, I don't know." Alexander shook his head, staring sadly at Daisy's beautiful face. "Who has to make love to you?"

"I've never made love," said Daisy. "No prostitutes make love, for they are called serving... Satisfying and possibly tortured."

Alexander was silent again, his eyes slowly glanced at Daisy's shoulder which was slightly bruised, then the arm also had bruises.

"I want us to make love, I want to satisfy you, not you to satisfy me," he said with a low moan, then touched Daisy's ass and slowly lifted her.

Daisy immediately wrapped her legs around Alexander's hips, while her arms wrapped around his neck. She closed her eyes and started to sigh because the handsome man just kissed her neck while walking her to the bed.

"I'm going to make you feel different tonight," Alexander said.

"Then I'm lucky tonight," said Daisy in a sensual tone. "You are a stupid man who wants to make me happy after you spent a lot of your money to get me. You don't have to feel sorry for me... I'm yours tonight….You can do whatever you want."

"I will do it."

"Yeah..." Daisy smiled wryly as Alexander kissed her on the neck. "You can slap me, drag me or hit me… I'm your slave tonight….You are the victor of the other men who is looking for a chance to make me their slave."

"You are not my slave... The tenderness you will get, trust me," exclaimed Alexander, who was so mighty that he didn't mind holding Daisy at all.

Daisy smiled wryly. "Why should I trust you? It doesn't matter at all. After this, you will dump me!"

Alexander was just silent, not responding to Daisy who was probably used to serving men who like to do violence. He laid the sexy girl wearing black lingerie on the king-size bed which was covered with white sheets, then curled up on top of her and started kissing her neck so softly while his hands were groping her smooth body.

Daisy could only surrender and sigh with her eyes closed, enjoying Alexander's touch that felt so soft and comfortable. This felt different than when serving another man, she felt that the man intended to satisfy her not to ask for her satisfaction.

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