by Naomi West
I didn’t have a single second to process his words before he had me bent over the nearby couch. One hand was tangled up in my hair, forcing my head into the cushions. As a result, my ass was thrust up into the air. He kicked my legs apart.
“Don’t move,” he said with a hiss against my ear before his teeth grazed my lobe. They felt sharp like he could turn me into confetti with them.
That thought alone had me standing as still as a statue. And that was when his other hand started to wander. It started at my chest. He groped my breast and kneaded it underneath his fingers until it became raw and sensitive. He couldn’t just leave it alone. Oh no. The sicko went for my nipple next. The coldness of the room had gotten it as hard as a rock. He tweaked it so violently that I let out a silent scream. He tweaked it again, and this time, my vocal cords cried out.
“Seems to me that someone is enjoying herself.”
Rage boiled through my veins. I wanted to deny what he said, but then his hand slipped between my legs. His middle finger slid along my clit.
“Nice and wet too.”
My face went red from his comment. That couldn’t possibly be true. There was no way in fucking hell that I was enjoying myself. And if it were true, then my body was a goddamn traitor.
“And these curves… they are nice and delicious—exactly what I like. Donny picked out a really good one this time around. Mmm, you’re the fucking cherry on top to all the other girls he has brought me this month. Oh, yes.” He groped my ass and separated my cheeks before giving them yet another smack.
I jerked into the couch. My head became smothered against the cushions. Maybe this was how I would die—suffocated by some pervert who couldn’t keep his hands off my body.
“I wonder if your cherry is still intact. It’s been a while since I’ve had myself a virgin.” He paused to think it over. “No. You seem like the kind of girl that sleeps around. I can see it in your eyes—that lustful nature.”
I shook my head.
“No? Could have fooled me because, as far as I’m concerned, you look just like a whore.”
I am not a whore! But the thought never slipped out of my mouth because before I could even think about it, he slipped his middle finger inside my hole. It pumped in and out for a moment before he adjusted himself so that his cock was pressed against my ass. Thankfully, he still had his pants on, but I knew exactly where this was going, and I couldn’t let that happen.
“Don’t worry, baby, I like everything that I see. Maybe you could do with losing a couple of pounds to really tighten up that waistline, but other than that, I think you’ll be Daddy’s favorite for a while.”
Daddy?
The guy was definitely sick in the head. I couldn’t let him have his way with me; I would rather die.
I found a reserve of energy deep inside my body and tapped into it to push myself off the couch. I must have taken him by surprise because he shuffled backward and narrowed his eyes like he was seeing me for the first time.
“Stop,” was all that I managed to say, but at least I’d said it with confidence.
Even so, my body trembled. I was freaking out on the inside. It was no easy thing to try and confront—yet another—would-be rapist. And it did not help that I was utterly exhausted. I felt like if I ever fell asleep, I would stay asleep for the next fifteen years.
“Don’t you dare touch me. I am not your property. I am a human being—not some piece of livestock that you can put a price on.”
I surprised even myself with my words. They gave me the inner strength needed to stand my ground even though almost every bit of logic was telling me to run, run, run!
Maybe I had never seen the need to be a fighter, but tonight was reason enough. I wasn’t about to let this man take my dignity. And if that were what he planned to do, then he would really have to pay for it because I wasn’t going down easy.
No fucking way.
Lorenzo had a malicious look in his eye.
You’re dead. You’re so fucking dead, I told myself as the seconds ticked by and that malicious look of his only intensified. He’s going to pull out a gun and shoot your brains all over this fucking office. Or, he’s going to make a knife materialize out of thin air and use it to cut off your fingers and toes one by one before cutting your heart right out of your chest.
Okay, maybe I was letting my thoughts get a little dramatic, but that look he was giving me… It was the gateway to a mean-spirited soul—a soul that begged not to be messed with, and I had messed with it.
Time continued to crawl by at a snail’s pace.
Well, isn’t he going to… react?
But Lorenzo just looked like a strange sort of statue. His gray eyes were as dark and dangerous as a hurricane, and yet he did… nothing. It was not normal; it was only the calm before the storm.
“I’m afraid that you don’t seem to understand the situation,” he said, a little too calmly.
I ran my tongue across my lips in the hopes of wetting them, but my tongue was nothing more than sandpaper. The air was as thick as denim. I blinked, breaking eye contact.
“You see, I own you, which makes you mine. Therefore, it is absolutely and undeniably my right to give you a proper once-over to make sure I’ve gotten good value for money.”
“This is fucking nuts!” I blurted out. “You can’t just go around buying people. It’s against the law!”
His marble-like expression was distorted by a laugh. It was the kind of laugh you might hear on Halloween from a ghoul or something. It really did not suit his character in the slightest, and it gave me the heebie-jeebies.
“Do you think I give a rat’s ass about the law? Around here, I make the law. So, if I say that you’re my property, then you’re just wasting your breath trying to tell me otherwise.” He took a step forward and towered above me, his face once again a mask of calmness. “So, you better learn quick, girl, because I don’t like myself a slave who talks back. But I suppose there are ways to remedy that. I could break it out of you and turn you into a good little puppet, or I can use an item from my extensive gag collection. Either way, you’re going to pay for this.”
I shuffled toward the window because that was the only place left to go. He grabbed me by the wrist before I could create much distance between us.
“Are you stupid?” he asked like it was a legitimate question. “Or are you just a sucker for pain because, at the rate you’re going, you won’t survive the punishment.”
“Please…”
“Begging isn’t going to accomplish anything. You’ve already dug your grave.”
Dread swallowed me whole. I didn’t want to die. My earlier conviction melted against the severity of his stare.
“Now, you’re going to do whatever the fuck I say, or you’re going to be in a world of pain.” He turned on his heel and approached his desk, where he opened up the top drawer. From where I stood, I could just see the array of different weapons inside, from pistols to hunting knives and even some oriental-styled stuff. A few of them looked downright torturous, and I never wanted to know their function for as long as I lived.
My knees buckled, and I fell into the couch behind me.
“Good.” He grinned as he saw my legs splayed and my pussy on full display. “That’s what I like to see. Now, why don’t you give Daddy a bit of show?” He sat down at the end of his desk and waited for me to start.
“What?”
“You heard me. Give me a show. Play with yourself. I want to hear you moan.”
“I-I c-can’t…”
“I thought you would have learned by now…” He drew a knife from his desk and spun it on his fingers. “They say that this type of metal can cut through bone.”
“Okay, okay!” I held out my hands to prove that I would comply with his wishes. “Just… uh… give me a moment…”
He crossed his arms over his chest. I had the feeling that the guy wasn’t the most patient person in the world. My fingers shook as they approached my pussy.<
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What are you doing? Are you seriously going to play with yourself just because this guy asked you to?
Well, it certainly beats being carved up like a Thanksgiving Turkey, I replied to myself.
Lorenzo retrieved an even sharper looking knife. It looked like it was capable of chopping my head off. Fearing the repercussions if I did not do as he asked, and soon, I started to play with myself.
“Is that really all you got? I am severely disappointed.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Perhaps you would do better with a bit of motivation…” He took a step forward, giant butcher knife in hand.
“No, no, no! I can do better!”
I pushed aside my pride and started to rub my clit as if my life depended on it because, well, it did. And on the flip side, I would much rather pleasure myself in front of the guy than have him rape me. It was the lesser of two evils by far.
“That’s it.” He purred as I raised my hips into the air like I was really enjoying myself. “But I can’t hear you.” He cupped his hand around his ear just to punctuate his point. “And I’m pretty sure I asked you to moan for me.”
Moaning, right.
I tried to think of the sexiest thing I had ever seen, but it was pretty damn hard to recall my favorite porn stars when a sociopath was threatening me with a knife bigger than his penis.
It was time for me to start faking it.
I pushed two of my fingers into my pussy and pumped them in and out at a rapid pace. Back home, under the covers, I would have gotten myself soaking wet, but here, I felt as dry as a bone. Still, I screwed up my face and attempted to fake a moan.
It was way too high pitched.
Lorenzo raised an eyebrow.
Shit. He was onto me.
But I couldn’t stop now, or he would really catch on. Feeling like an idiot, I gyrated my hips as my thumb ran around and around my clit. It was starting to become irritated from all the rubbing.
Suddenly, Lorenzo grabbed me by the jaw and turned my face so that I was forced to look him in the eye. “Do you take me for an idiot?”
I lost my voice.
“Well, I’m waiting for an answer.”
“I…”
“Pathetic.” He sat down beside me and patted his lap.
“Come here.”
“What?”
“Come here,” he repeated. “And don’t make me say it a third time.”
Ever so calmly, he placed the butcher knife down on a nearby coffee table. That made me feel a little better, but I was still on edge. The guy was unpredictable.
He cleared his throat and raised his arm. I flinched, thinking he was about to backhand me or something. He laughed.
“Skittish, are we?” he taunted as I slowly made my way over to him. The fear bubbling inside of me was enough to choke on. “The funny thing is that I’ve given you nothing to be afraid of—this is just the tip of the iceberg.”
If this is just the start, then where will this end? I groaned inwardly.
“Bend over my lap,” he ordered, the knife still within his reach. I knew it stood as a silent threat.
Obey or be killed.
So, I did as he asked and held my breath. The seconds ticked by. Whatever he was planning on doing, could he just do it alrea —
His palm came down on my naked ass, harder than it had before. That had been nothing but child’s play. I cried out, but he did not stop. It was one well-aimed slap after another. And I swear to God, he was aiming to break my tailbone. How could one guy be so strong? My skin burned.
I wanted to beg him to stop, but I had the sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t like that very much. So, I braced myself against the couch and tried to endure the torture.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
I kept track in my head of how many times he smacked my ass. He was on his sixth blow, but it felt like a million.
Fuck.
Slap!
I was in too much pain to scream.
Slap!
When would he stop or would I have to endure this for the rest of the night? Just the thought of such torture was enough to make me queasy. Certainly, his hand would get tired before then. Or perhaps he would call on his henchmen to keep it going.
Slap! Slap!
Finally, he stopped.
“Consider it a blessing that I didn’t punish you any harder,” he said as he pushed me off his body.
With little strength left, I plopped over and just laid there. I was in a lot of pain, but hey, this punishment of mine could have been a lot worse. I could have been chopped into minced meat, but thankfully I was still in one goddamn piece.
But, for how long?
Thud!
I looked up and saw Lorenzo closing up his weapon’s drawer. Good.
“So, here’s what’s going to go down. You’re going to be working for me at my sex club downstairs.”
I started to shake my head, but the stern expression on his face quickly turned me to stone.
“But if you tell me or my guys ‘no’ again, then I will bury you—literally.”
And he meant it too. He wasn’t the kind of guy you call out for bluffing.
“You’ll be living right here at the club, got it?”
I nodded.
“Good. And remember, your job is to do whatever you can to help me close my deals. Is that clear?”
Again, I nodded.
“I want to hear it.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, and you should get in the habit of calling me ‘sir’. That goes for any other guy in this club that wants to buy your services.” He looked at me expectantly. “Well, go on then. Let’s hear it.”
“Yes, sir,” I said in a small whisper.
This is utterly humiliating.
“Good girl.” He ran his finger through my hair before pulling on it just enough to tilt my head upwards and towards his. “If you keep this up, then I think we’ll get along just fine. You might even end up as one of my favorites.” He snickered before letting me go. “Some of the other girls will be in here to show you the ropes. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”
And with that, he left the room.
Now was my time to escape, and yet, I didn’t have it in me. With the pain in my ass, I feared I might never walk again.
Fuck. What have you gotten yourself into?
15
Those chocolate brown eyes still haunted me. But what made her any more special than the hundreds of girls that made it through the club on any given night? She was just another curvy girl having the shittest night of her life.
If I knew what was good for me, I would have just walked away and pretended she never existed. But I was a sucker for a good ol’ damsel in distress, and that girl seemed like she was just my type.
Oh, fuck it.
I had already made the promise. I couldn’t back away from it now. Valeri men always stuck to their word, even if their word was nothing more than a subtle nod. But fuck, this was definitely going to come back and bite me in the ass.
I thought it over for a while as I took a long drag from my cigar. It had been smuggled in from Cuba, and honestly, it was worth every ounce of risk that it took to get it here because there wasn’t a single cigar on the market that could match the richness of an authentic Cuban. And most of the men in this joint knew it too.
The room was hazy with smoke, making it difficult to see. Still, I kept tabs on my surroundings. You could never be too careful when you were a guy like me. Anyone and everyone was gunning to kill you. It helped to keep your head low and your profile even lower. No one paid any attention to a guy smoking a fat one against a wall so long as they were dressed the part. Around here, it was an ultimate dick contest. Every man was trying to outdo the other with the fanciest car or the biggest pinky rings.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked the finer things in life, but I didn’t have to prove myself to anyone. I knew what I was worth, and that was good enough for me.
Reaching
the end of my cigar, I took one last drag and exhaled a plume of smoke, adding it to the air. I snuffed the rest of it in a nearby ashtray and watched it sizzle for a moment.
“Want another?” asked a man I had never seen before.
I held up my hand to signal that I wasn’t interested. The “auction house” as they called it, had always irritated me. It wasn’t the fact that they were selling girls like livestock, but that there was always someone trying to sell me something—like the place was employed by high-end telemarketers.
“They are the best cigars you will ever have,” continued the man as he followed me towards the exit. “And I’ll cut you a deal.”
I stopped and turned to face him. “Are you thick in the head? Because I think I already made it clear that I am not interested in buying your cigars. Now, say one more word, and there will be a price to pay, yes, but it won’t be for your dingy little cigars.”
The man looked at me like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. “Sorry, sir.” He scampered off.
Good. Finally free to leave.
The valet offered to get my car, but I decided to do it myself. I needed a bit of fresh air anyway. The night was a bit cooler than usual given the season. If that girl with the chocolate eyes had been dragged through the city naked, then I couldn’t imagine that it was very comfortable.
What is happening to her now? Am I wasting time she doesn’t have? Probably.
But as much as I wanted to save her and “play the hero”, I wasn’t about to run into a suicide mission unprepared.
I found my car at the back of the lot, just where I had left it. The slick black paint gleamed in the moonlight. The baby had cost me a pretty penny, but it was worth every last cent. Maseratis didn’t come cheap, and there was a reason for that. As soon as my fingers wrapped around the handle, the entire car unlocked. I slipped behind the wheel and turned on the engine, listening to it purr. A second later, I peeled away from the parking lot and started driving to the opposite side of town.
“Heading to headquarters?” asked the car.
“Yes.”
“Should I check for police in the area?”
“Yes.”
“There are three police cruisers reported in this area. Should I guide you alternative routes?”
