by S Williams
I glance back at the white-haired man. He’s frowning at us, his arms folded.
“What was that about?” I whisper.
“He’s a fucking asshole.”
“What do you mean? What happened?” I try and keep up with her but she’s a fast walker. Her legs are much longer than mine.
“Draco knows,” she says, and then winces.
“He knows what?”
“That I gave you the food…and water.”
“What?” I gasp. “How?”
“Because Bain told him. That fucker I was just talking to.”
“He saw us?” My voice comes out panicked and rushed.
“No…but one of the maids did and they told him.” She glances over at me, and the look in her eyes isn’t a good one. It’s like she knows something is coming, she’s just not sure how bad it will be.
“Francesca…shit, I’m so sorry.”
“No. I’m sorry,” she retorts. “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to my heart. It always fucks me over in the end.”
“I’ll take the blame.”
“We’re both to blame and he knows it.” She shakes her head and then walks faster to get to the dining hall.
As soon as the door is slung open, she walks right in, even as Draco sits in his chair with his dark glare fixed on us. His elbows rest on the arms of his chair, and I realize as I follow behind Francesca and take my chair that it isn’t her he’s watching.
It’s me.
I glance at the clock. We have less than thirty seconds. At least we made it, but we shouldn’t have cut it this close.
Draco’s silence is deafening. As we sit here, waiting for the food to arrive, I feel suffocated. I’m not sure what to expect either, but with the way Francesca reacted, I know not to expect him to be lenient.
I just hope he doesn’t try and starve me for another day. I don’t care what happens to me as long as it isn’t that.
The butlers come out with the breakfast. This time everything is set up on white plates, sort of buffet style. They place everything on the middle of the table and set it all up nicely.
There are croissants, chocolate filled pastries, waffles, sunny side up eggs, bowls of fruit, and pineapple juice.
“I hope you enjoy it, Jefe,” one of the butler’s says in Spanish as he backs away.
Draco nods, but his eyes don’t pull away from me.
When the butlers are gone, I remain still. The older woman grabs some fruit and croissants, glancing at us several times.
Francesca doesn’t dare move.
“Eat. Both of you,” Draco commands.
Francesca doesn’t hesitate to grab some food. I do.
I don’t get the game he’s playing. I expected him to punish me further, but at the same time if he’s allowing me to eat, I won’t resist.
I pick up a little bit of everything and as soon as I dig in, I can’t help myself. I feel like a savage as I eat, but I try to do it diligently. I don’t normally eat this fast, but it’s been four days.
The pastries are hot and the fruit is so crispy and fresh.
It all combines into one beautiful breakfast and for a moment I forget that Francesca and I are under his radar. Several quiet minutes pass before he finally speaks.
“So you two have become good friends within the past twenty-four hours.” Draco looks over at Francesca. It’s clearly a statement, not a question.
She rapidly shakes her head. “No, Jefe. We aren’t friends.”
“That’s not what I heard.” I stop chewing slowly when he watches me. “Bain tells me someone saw you give her food in a towel, and that you burnt that towel to make sure there wasn’t any evidence later on.”
Francesca stays quiet, lowering her line of sight.
“Is that true?” Draco demands, his voice growing irritated.
I chew wholly and respond for her. “Yes, it’s true. But it’s because I asked her to do it.”
His chin tilts, those brown eyes trained on me. “And why the fuck would you do that when I made it clear you couldn’t eat?”
“I was really hungry,” I whisper.
He looks down at my nearly empty plate. “But I see you aren’t hungry now.”
“No, sir.”
“And that’s because I allowed you to eat. All you had to do was wait one more day, but instead you go behind my back and pull your sympathetic bullshit just to get a few forbidden bites.”
I swallow thickly, my face turning bright red.
“And you fell for it, Francesca, didn’t you? I guess I can’t blame you. Look at her. With those big green eyes and her good hair. That flawless skin and that plump ass she flaunts in those dresses.”
Francesca doesn’t say a word but I can tell she’s uncomfortable with where this is going.
“She makes it easy to sympathize for her. I did the same damn thing when I took her out of those cells—when I took you out of those cells.” He drops his fist on the table. “You knew better!” he barks at her and she flinches. “You fucking knew better.” He shoves out of his chair and then walks behind her, planting his large hands on the armrests of her chair. His mouth is less than an inch away from her ear. “And because you knew better, I will make you beg for my forgiveness.” His eyes flash over to mine. “I will make both of you beg.”
He snatches his body away and Francesca flinches.
“Eat up and fucking enjoy it,” he calls. “It’s 8:12. Both of you better be in the galería in exactly two hours. Don’t show and I will make the punishment worse.” He’s out of the dining room before we can even blink.
My gaze drops to my plate, and then rolls over to Francesca. She has her fork in hand, running it over the yolk of her eggs.
“You shouldn’t have said that,” she mutters.
“Why? I’d rather take the blame. You were being generous. You don’t deserve to be punished for being kind.”
“Draco isn’t keen to kindness,” his mom states. I look up at her and she releases a heavy sigh. “Eat as much as you can now. He may not let you eat again for a while after this.”
“You tolerate his behavior?” I spit at her.
Her brows dip, and I can tell she’s angry now. “He is my son. I will defend whatever he does.”
“If it were you giving me that food, would he punish you for it?” I muse, narrowing my eyes.
“He wouldn’t dare. My son has provided for me in ways no one else has. I know he may not be in a good, clean business but no one here is involved in clean business. He takes care of me and that’s all I can ask for. What he does during his free time is not my business.”
She bites into her pastry, glaring at me. Her eyes look just like Draco’s, and the longer she stares, I become nervous. I don’t want to get on her bad side. If Draco is to listen to anyone at all, it will be his very own mother.
I look at Francesca. She angrily pushes out of her chair, storming towards the door. She’s gone before I know it.
I pick up my juice and drink some of it. I won’t pass up the opportunity to eat. I will eat as much as I can, but I have to admit that I’m afraid of what’s to come.
What does he have in mind?
What will he do?
What if he slices our throats one by one? What if he rapes us while making us watch?
Suddenly, my appetite is lost. I finish my juice and then push out of my chair, walking out of the dining hall and towards the stairs without looking back. I can feel Mrs. Molina watching.
As I walk up, I see the white haired man. Or Bain, as they call him.
He passes by me with a smirk on his lips, like he wanted this to happen.
Fucking asshole.
It’s like he wants Draco to let me off his leash, just so he can do whatever he wants with me. He knows that once Draco is fed up with me, I’ll be on my own. I won’t be protected…and Bain will take full advantage of that.
Those two hours Draco granted us roll by way too quickly.
With each minute that ti
cks by on the alarm clock, I can feel my pulse accelerating. My heart is slamming in my chest when the final minute appears.
I haven’t changed clothes.
I’m wearing the same thing.
I was too nervous to even bother.
I walk down the marble staircase and it’s much quieter in the house now. I don’t see any maids or butlers around. I don’t even see any of his men. Did he want it this way?
The hallways are clear, the long corridor that leads the way to the art room vacant.
I take the next set of stairs gradually.
I can hear classical music playing from a distance.
He’s in there.
I can sense him.
My feet drag towards the door. It’s cracked open and I’m sure that’s on purpose. When I open it and peek in, Draco is standing in front of a canvas that is covered in red, black, and yellow colors.
Francesca is already here, sitting on a stool in the corner.
Her eyes shift up to mine and she presses her lips. The look in her eyes is upsetting to bear witness to. She’s just as nervous as I am, I know it.
“Shut the door.” Draco’s voice echoes across the large room.
I shut the door and he turns halfway, walking to the stereo system in the wall and turning the music down a notch. He looks over his shoulder at me, his hard eyes watching intently.
“Upstairs,” he commands. “Both of you.”
I look up, remembering the bed that’s up there.
Oh my God. I was right. He is going to rape us.
Tears line my eyes as Francesca stands from her stool and walks towards the staircase. I remain absolutely still, watching as she makes her way up without so much as a glance back.
Draco comes in my direction, his footsteps heavy, and when he’s right in front of my face, he grips the back of my arm and shoves me forward.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I notice the first two buttons of his shirt are undone. His tan slacks sit low on his hips, his sleeves rolled up.
I drag my weight up the stairs and he follows closely behind me. I can smell his cologne. I can feel him on me. He’s so close that the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
When I reach the top, Francesca is standing by the wall. Her face is bleak. She’s ready to get this over with—whatever this is. She’s obviously grown accustomed to his punishments by now.
“Take off your clothes.”
My gaze flies up to meet his when his voice cuts through.
His expression remains even, one of his eyebrows cocked.
Francesca starts to undress, peeling off the straps of her purple tank top. Next, she unbuttons her jeans and then bends over to slide them down. She does it so casually that it makes me nauseous.
“Hurry up,” he snaps at me.
Jolting, I reach up and pull the straps of my dress down. He walks behind me, examining my every move, his fingers meticulously rubbing his sharp jawline. When he makes his way back around, he’s narrowed his gaze.
“It won’t happen again,” I plead, trembling. “I swear.”
My body feels so cold and empty right now.
“Oh, I know it won’t,” he assures me, and his tone is so confident that it proves only one thing. He’s going through with whatever he has planned and he’s not backing down.
When my dress is around my ankles, I stand still.
He shakes his head. “Bras.” He motions towards Francesca as he looks at me.
She unlatches her bra, and her full breasts bounce as she drops it. Her nipples are a light shade of brown, already pebbled and thick.
Draco doesn’t bother looking over at her. She’s completely naked now, and I’m surprised he doesn’t give her at least a sideways glance.
My hands shake as I reach behind me.
“Do you need help?” Draco questions irritably.
I shake my head. I don’t need help. I just don’t want to do this.
He walks around me, bringing his hands up and pulling on the strap of my bra. He unhooks it and it snaps against my back, causing a light sting.
“There. Now take it off. Your panties too.”
I’m on the verge of tears when he walks around to face me again. I won’t cry, though. He’s had enough of my tears. When my bra and panties are gone, I start to cover my chest, but he grabs my wrist, nostrils flaring at the edges.
“You cover up, and I will make this a lot worse.” His face is strict, that firm jaw pulsing again. I drop my hands slowly and he steps back. He points towards the bed that’s set up against the wall. “Lie down on your back and keep your legs open.”
My trembling body moves ahead. I sit first and then rest my back on the white comforter, staring up at the ceiling. The back of my head lands on the wide oak headboard.
“Francesca,” he calls.
“Si, Jefe?”
“Come here.”
I hear her feet shuffle as she walks towards him.
“Look at her now…like this,” he rumbles. “Doesn’t this make you want to help her even more?”
Francesca is quiet. I look up and she’s looking away.
He grips her chin and forces her eyes on me. “Look. At. Her.”
Her bottom lip quivers as she stares down at my legs. Her eyes are absent though. She’s looking, but not absorbing like he is.
Draco releases her chin and then shoves her forward. “Since you don’t want to answer me like a good girl, get on your fucking knees and face me.” His tone is angry now.
She collapses on the bed, but pushes herself back up. She’s on all fours now, and she starts to rise, but he presses a hand on her back, forcing her to stay down.
“Actually,” he smirks, “I change my mind. Don’t get on your knees. Stay just like that.”
She remains crouched at the end of the bed and he moves to her right, looking between the two of us.
“Since you want to give my shit away without permission, you’re going to take it right back from her. Every bite she had that morning. Every taste. Every lick and suck—you’ll take it all right back from her.” His eyes flash with a wickedness that makes my insides twist uncomfortably.
Francesca looks up at me, unblinking.
“Move up and put your face between her legs.”
She does at told without hesitation. When she’s close, I start to recoil, but when I look at him, he grimaces, threatening me to remain still with that glare alone.
Stepping forward, he rests one knee on the bed and looks me up and down. He stares at my pussy the most, but then he’s looking at my C-cup breasts again.
Pressing the palm of his hand on the back of her head, he does just so until her mouth is hovering above my sex.
“And since you walked around seeking sympathy—begging with those big green eyes of yours, Gianna, well…how about you just keep begging then? You accepted what she gave you yesterday, and what I provided this morning, and you’ll continue to do just that. Right now. Accept everything we have to offer.”
His firm stomach presses on the outside of my knee as he leans in and looks down at Francesca. “Now eat her pussy and don’t stop until she cums.”
My stomach flips upside down. I look up at him incredulously, my heart pounding in my chest.
“What?!” I wheeze.
“Draco, I—” Francesca starts to speak but her sentence is short lived.
Annoyed with us both, he forces her mouth down and when her tongue glues to my clit, I gasp much sharper this time.
Francesca looks up at Draco, still pleading but not pulling away.
His nostrils flare, his hand delivering a rougher push. “Eat. Her,” he snarls. “Be glad it isn’t worse than this.”
Francesca’s eyes swoop up to mine and I squirm. They soften a touch as if she’s apologizing in advance for what’s to come. Then she catches me by total surprise.
Her soft, wet tongue presses down on my clit and she sucks on it. Heat shoots through my whole body, a
nd I cry out again, my back arching.
“Please,” I beg, looking up at Draco. But his face remains even. I’m begging, and that’s exactly what he wants, but it won’t be enough for now. He needs more. I can tell by the flames in his eyes—his lips that are smashed together. He’s hardly holding onto restraint.
Francesca swirls her tongue in slow, torturous circles, the hotness of it overwhelming my entire body. I have never done anything with a woman and I never thought I would.
This forced act should infuriate me to no end and my body should be against this, but when she grips my thighs, moans between my legs, and then pushes them up until my feet are near the headboard, I realize I am in ultimate bliss right now.
After being tortured and punished. Abused and pushed over. After being dealt such bad hands, I finally feel like I’m being rewarded instead of neglected.
Francesca’s tongue slides from my clit to the hole. She pulls one hand away from my leg and thrusts her fingers inside me, dragging her tongue back up to my swelling clit.
“Oh, God!” I scream, bucking.
“Feels good, huh?” Draco smirks down at me with heated eyes.
“Yes,” I pant, raking my fingers through my hair. Why did I just respond to him? I hate him!
Draco grabs Francesca’s hair, yanks on it, and then forces her face deeper into my pussy. She moans loudly, but her fingers don’t stop thrusting and her tongue doesn’t stop rolling.
No. In fact, she licks me faster.
It’s almost like she’s done this sort of thing before with a woman. She knows exactly where to place her fingers. How to stroke and rub with her soft, smooth tongue.
My body shakes wildly. I drop my legs and sit up halfway, looking down at her. Her big gray eyes hold mine, and then she sighs, doing what I never thought she would: indulging in my taste.
The sight of her there, between my legs, tasting me, almost owning me, is enough to tip me over the edge.
Draco still has his hands in her hair, forcing her head back and forth. And as I glance over, that’s when I notice it. The large, solid bulge in his pants. It’s extremely hard to miss.
I look up at him and he watches me with those hot brown eyes. He doesn’t speak. But what he does next surprises me.
