"That's my problem…"
"Please… I need to know she will be alright." She begged, her hands clenched in tight fists.
He watched in silence for a few moments, with scrutinizing eyes. "I can see your mother is very important for you." He said, in a speculative tone.
She looked at him, fire shining in her eyes. "You are not going to use my mother against me, you bastard. Don’t you have a damn heart inside that chest?" she ranted.
He let out a dry laugh. "I thought you had that clear by now."
"Leave my mother alone." She pounded the table, with both hands.
"Why should I, when I can use her as leverage to handle you, my dear?" he put in words her worst nightmare, something she hadn’t foreseen, when she had asked the question.
"Damn you, you can't do this." She got up from her chair.
"Sit down, now." His order was so cold, so imposing, she instinctively sat down again. "I can do whatever I want, whenever I want and the way I want." He stated. "Get used to it and you'll suffer less."
"You're a cold son of a bitch." She spurted, furious.
"I can be your worst nightmare, baby."
"You already are."
"You have no idea." The darkness in his tone, scared her more than anything.
She hid her face in her hands, fighting to hold back her tears, determined not to let him see her weakness.
After a few deep breaths, she finally lowered her hands, but she didn’t eat anything else. She just sat there looking blankly into the sea behind him.
He finished his meal, as if nothing had happened, and she wished she could conjure lightning to strike him dead right there, in front of her.
Jordan forced himself to eat the last bite of food, still ignoring her. This woman affected him way too much. He should get rid of her as soon as possible. He could hand her to Wilson, he had shown some interest, but she would be too close to him… or maybe Sergeant Hernandez, he too had looked at her with more interest than the one you gave to a stranger… but that too would still be too close, for him to keep his mental health. Well, he could always sell her to one of those Russian mobsters, in Miami. They were always looking for fresh meat. Yes, that would be the best solution.
But somehow the idea of her luscious body in another man's hands, made his guts cramp viciously.
Damn. He needed her with him, more accurately, underneath him, sheathing his cock perfectly, just like she did a few hours ago.
The memory acted over his body like a jolt of electricity, and his cock rose to his full glory.
He dragged his chair back, startling her, taking her out of her reverie.
He got up and pushed her up, grabbing her by her arm. "Come." He dragged her behind him, running and stumbling to keep up with his pace.
"Hey, slow down…" she protested, after stumbling for the second time.
In the living room, he stopped behind the couch, and pushed her forward, over the back of it, making her body fall towards the seat, forcing her to catch herself with her arms, leaving her round ass high and exposed to him, making it hard for her to get out of that position by herself.
Without any prior notice, he pulled her t-shirt up, and kicked her legs open, reaching down between her thighs and working his way up to her clit, rubbing her slit up and down, poking her entrance, making sure she was wet and ready for him.
She tried to swing herself up, squirming, and he smacked her ass hard, printing his hand on her, putting her back down.
"Stay still." He barked.
She sobbed, trying to put herself in a more comfortable position, raising her head a little, to help her breathing. His touch, once more, was driving her insane. How much pleasure could her body endure? And why was she feeling pleasure? This couldn’t be right.
Back to his explorations, he shoved a finger inside her, testing her wetness, and then he shoved the second one, stretching her, pressing her G-spot, relishing in the sight of her juices dripping out of her hole, coating all on their way. Unable to resist, he buried his face between her thighs, the tip of his tongue licking the unique delicacy, before going a bit further and pressing her aching clit. He tapped it with his tongue a few times, enjoying her small cries of pleasure, before he grabbed it between his teeth and gently bit it.
"Oh god…" her muffled cry made him smile, and he played a little more with her, licking, tapping and then biting, pleased with the shudders that ripped through her body. He worked on her for a few moments until his cock was so hard he thought it would drill a hole in his pants in its eagerness to free itself.
He pushed his shorts down, freeing his hard cock, and immediately he replaced his fingers with it, pounding hard, deep inside her, his balls hitting her buttocks hard with every one of his thrusts.
His hands grabbed her ass tight, as he continued his fast pounding of her eager cunt. He could hear her muffled moans and he knew he had her once more under his power.
He slipped a hand underneath her, capturing her clit once more, rubbing it and pressing it hard, ripping a small cry from her lips, as her body shuddered wildly under his, her pleasure unchaining his, and soon his growls matched her moans and whimpers, as he came hard, deep inside her, flooding her very core with his seed.
Breathlessly, he pulled her up, keeping his cock still buried inside her, his arms wrapping around her waist, pushing her closer to him, hiding his nose in her curly mane, inhaling her scent.
Slowly, their breaths returned to normal, and he let his cock slid out of her, tucking it inside his shorts, before he turned her round and kissed her passionately, his lips taking possession of hers, marking them as his. "You're mine." He whispered over her lips.
Ashley tried to deny it, but he held her head tight. "Mine."
She sobbed and closed her eyes, refusing to accept it.
He took her hand and guided her back to his room, into the bathroom. But this time he prepared the huge bathtub for her, with scented bubbles.
He helped her out of her t-shirt and made her enter the warm water, but to her surprise, he didn’t enter with her, leaving her alone to enjoy her bath.
Chapter Nine
She sank her whole body in the warm water, staying underneath the water for as long as she could, trying to cleanse her soul from all the pain and all the shadows. She emerged from the water, taking deep breaths, feeling more calmed, more controlled.
But she no longer fooled herself. She knew he would trash her calm and her control with just being there. She still couldn’t accept the way her body betrayed her, surrendering her body to him, to his kisses and to his touch.
What evil power did he have over her? She rubbed her face, seeking clarity.
She shouldn’t have mentioned her mother. She had given him the most powerful weapon he could use against her. If he threatened her mother, she would walk on fire to protect her, and now she was sure he knew that. How he would use that, she still didn’t know.
Jordan left her alone in the bathtub and used the shower in the bathroom in the room next door. He couldn’t believe how easily he lost control with her. His desire didn’t seem to diminish, he had just fucked her, and he wanted her again. She was quickly becoming an obsession and he wasn’t happy with it.
He returned to his own room, listening to her still in the bathtub. He had to figure out the best way to keep her beside him, without causing too much fuss, and the idea of using her mother as leverage started to make real sense. He could tell she would go through hell to keep her mother safe.
With a plan forming in his head, he went to the bathroom. "It's been long enough, get out of there." He announced, grabbing a clean towel.
She slowly got up and left the tub, letting him wrap her wet body with the towel.
"Dry yourself off, and join me in the room. We need to talk." He informed her in a very ominous tone, before he returned to the room.
Ashley dried her body and her hair delaying the moment to return, as much as she could. She even combed her long hair in a F
rench braid. She knew she wasn’t going to like whatever he had to tell her.
Not wanting to put on his t-shirt again, she wrapped herself in another towel and taking a deep breath, she returned to the room. He was looking out of the window, but he turned to look at her when she walked in.
"You took your time." He said in a scornful tone.
"I have very long hair, it takes time to dry it and comb it." She answered in a cold tone, crossing her arms over her chest, securing the towel.
He walked over to her, and grabbed a big fist of her hair, pulling it hard, making her head lean back. "That's easy to fix. Some slavers love to shave their slaves completely." His tone was threatening.
"Is that what I am now?" she asked, forcing herself to keep her hands still, alongside her body. "Your slave?"
"Yes, my slave, my new fuck toy." He replied, pulling her hair harder, before letting it go. She watched him in silence for a few moments. "Don’t you have anything to say?" he asked her.
"Would it change anything?" she asked, showing her hopelessness in every word.
"No, it wouldn’t."
"I don’t fight losing battles."
He laughed, amused. "Good, then we shouldn’t have many problems." He ran a hand through his hair. "I have a proposal for you."
"I thought slaves didn’t get to chose." She said, sarcastic.
"You don’t, but this proposal is more for your benefit than mine."
"Now, isn’t that hard to believe?"
"Don’t be a smart ass." He warned her.
"Let's hear it, then."
"I will let you talk to your mother and calm her fears about your whereabouts, if you agree to behave, to obey me completely and stay beside me for as long as I want." He stated.
"And if I don’t?
"You'll be chained to my bed, force to do all I want, and your mother will receive a dead body with your name on it." He answered coldly.
"What would stop me from saying yes and then escaping?" she asked, trying to cover all bases.
"If you say yes, your mother will gain an invisible bodyguard that will become her executioner the moment you escape from me." He explained, with an emotionless tone. The guy was little more than a walking stone statue. "And then, I'll find you, and believe me there is no hole in hell where you can hide from me. And when I do find you, you'll regret the day you were born. I don’t forgive treason, so you better keep that in mind." His words felt like daggers going through her body, and she held herself tight.
"Can I think about this?" she asked, unsure of the best way to handle the situation. She was lost, and she knew it. He would never let her walk out of this. She had to consider what would be better for her mother.
"Considering how much you seemed to care about your mother, I thought there was nothing to think about." He said in a cold tone.
"Precisely because I love my mother, and she is the most important person in my life, I have to consider how much good I'll do to her, putting her right in your claws." She answered, firmly.
"As long as you behave, she will only receive benefits from me."
"That's a very wide option. What do you include in my 'good behavior'? Will you kill her if you tell me to wear a black dress and I use a red one?" she exaggerated.
"She will stay alive as long as you stay with me." He declared.
"If I don’t accept your proposal, she'll mourn me, and go on with her life, safe and away from you and your kind." She stated.
"Where does she live? I'll find out any way, I just want to make a point." He asked.
"In Caricuao." She reluctantly answered.
"She's surrounded by 'my kind'. And you never know when a lost bullet might hit you, or a stoned kid will decide he wants to kill someone…" he stated, sarcastically.
"Accepting your proposal won't change that." She pointed it out.
"I can get her a good job, as a house caretaker, with a small house for her to live in, away from any danger." He offered.
"That would get her under your total control."
"Damn you woman!" he shouted. "Stop looking for the fifth leg on the cat and accept it. It's your best choice." He ranted.
"I don’t want to endanger her life."
"As long as you stay with me, she will be better than she has ever been." He insisted.
"And when you decide you no longer want me with you? What will happen then?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there. But I assure you, your mother won't be affected by that."
"God… are you sure you're human?" she spurted furious. "How can you imagine for a second my… my disappearance won't affect her?" she asked, refusing to say death, even though she truly believed that would be her final destiny.
"Enough of this." He shouted, losing his patience. "Chose now, or I'll withdraw my offer."
She sobbed and covered her mouth with her hand, trying to control her emotions. She couldn’t give up, and saying no was the same as surrendering without a fight. While she was alive there would be hope, and who knows, maybe she would be able to find a way out.
"Yes… I accept your offer." She said, holding herself tight.
Jordan almost sighed when she finally accepted. He felt as if he had gone through a mortal combat and had barely escaped alive. She was a hard nut to crack, and he had to admit that was one of the things he liked more about her.
He could have kept her underground, locked away in a dungeon for his use and pleasure, but for reasons he wasn’t able to explain, not even to himself, he needed more than that. Much more.
He picked his cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Call your mother, tell her you finally gave in to my pleas and that you are with me, and staying with me for a while." He instructed her. "Put her on speaker, or I'll end the call."
"What makes you think my mother knows anything about you?" she asked, disdainfully.
He let out a dry laugh. "Because you are women, and women always talk about men."
She snapped the phone out of his hand and dialed her mother's number.
"Mami, it's me."
"Ashley, hijita, where the hell have you been?" her mother almost shouted in her ear. "Mara has been calling me since this morning, worried about you."
"I'm sorry mom, I really am. I had no intention to worry you." She tried to appease her mother.
"But… are you alright? Where are you?"
"I'm still in Margarita, mom. I… I met Jordan at the airport… and he… he convinced me to stay with him." She finally uttered, being as truthful as she could. She could see Jordan's scornful smile as he heard her.
"Jordan Martinez? But… I thought you didn’t want anything to do with this man, hijita."
"I didn’t… but… he found a way to convince me." She continued, giving her back to him, before falling into the temptation to throw something at him and wipe the little smile from his face.
"Hija, are you sure of what you're doing?" the concern in her mother's voice almost made her cry, but she swallowed the knot in her throat, before she continued.
"I know what you must be thinking, but I decided this was worth giving it a shot."
"And what about your job? Will you keep it?"
Ashley closed her eyes for a moment, remembering how hard she had struggled to get that job. "No, mom, I quit it. And I know I loved my job, but I need time to dedicate to him."
"I just want what's best for you, cariño, and you know that no matter what you can always count on me."
"Thank you, mom. I don’t know when we'll go back to Caracas, but I'll try to call you as much as I can." She informed her, trying to sound happy and cheerful, feelings that were far from what she really felt.
"Alright, sweetheart, just take care of yourself."
"I will, mom, I will." She ended the call and stared at the phone for a few seconds as the weight of what she had just accepted dawned on her.
He took the phone from her hand, and put it back in his pocket. Outside, night was falling.
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br /> "Happy?" he asked with a hoarse tone.
"Hardly."
Chapter Ten
He came up behind her, and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. "It won't be that bad." He felt compelled to say.
"Sure…"
He leaned his head towards her, inhaling the sweet perfume of her hair, before he looked for her earlobes, kissing it, making the tip of his tongue draw its edge, even nibbling it, as he felt her body shiver in his arms. "You taste so sweet…" he whispered in her ear. "And now, you're all mine."
She bit down her lips to muffle the moan coming out of her mouth, not ready to let him know just how much he affect her, to accept she really was his now, his slave, his fuck toy, just like he had told her.
Slowly, he released the towel from her body, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her succulent curves to his hands and eyes.
He took her arms up, wrapping them around his neck, making her breasts to stick out even more, with her nipples already hard.
The dim light from the sunset filled the room with shadows and mysteries, allowing Ashley to hide the pleasure his touch and his caresses gave her.
He ran his hands over her sides, up and down a couple of times, before he cupped her breasts, giving them small squeezes, kneading them.
Then, he reached up for her nipples, capturing them with his fingers, rolling them, twisting them, even pinching them.
Her breathing was now labored, her chest was heaving and rushes of pleasure ran down her whole body. In the bedroom, all you could hear were moans and growls.
At some point, he flipped her round in his arms and resting his hands in her shoulders, he made her kneel in front of him.
With a sigh, she pulled his hard thick cock out of his shorts, and took him in her mouth. He buried his hands in her head, making her still, he was too eager… too close for any more play.
He shoved his hard, thick cock in her mouth, fucking her fast, thrusting himself deep, oblivious to anything else then his pleasure.
Ashley struggled to breathe as he thrust his cock down her throat, relaxing as much as she could, allowing him to search for his pleasure, her tongue running through his hard shaft, feeling it swell and tremble just seconds before he poured his hot cum deep in her mouth, with a loud growl.
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