“Oh God,” I whispered as he continued licking and rubbing me.
It was one of the most euphoric things I had ever felt and I didn’t want it to end any time soon. Alejo rubbed me faster before he slid two fingers into my wetness. He was much more skilled than I could ever imagine. His tongue was magic and his fingers felt like Heaven.
Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and stepped away from me.
“Stay like that,” he said.
I looked up at the mirror and watched his reflection. He was just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and looking down at his handiwork. I felt my wetness begin to drip down my leg and I saw Alejo smile. I didn’t know what he had planned next but I just stayed where I was, bent over and looking at him in the mirror, taking him in.
“I’m going to uncuff you now,” he began, “but I want you to stay just like that.
I nodded as he proceeded to unlock the handcuffs and toss them to the side. I felt his hands as he ran them down my thighs and I felt him as he grabbed his desire and slowly started to rub it against my wetness. I sighed happily as he continued to tease me, then I gasped in surprise at the feeling of the lubricant sliding down my ass into my opening again.
“Wait,” I said as he started to push into my ass.
“No,” he breathed as he forced himself into me causing me to cry out in pain.
I understood why he was standing there now. He was giving me a chance to tighten back up before he forced me open again.
It hurt and he knew it would.
Alejo grabbed me tightly by the hair and arched my back so that I would be facing the mirror.
“Watch me,” he said breathlessly as he continued to thrust into me.
I grunted in pain and pleasure as Alejo looked me in the eyes while he moved. I wanted to tell him to stop, especially when I felt myself tear but there was no stopping him. I could see it in his eyes.
“Please...” I finally managed to say.
A wicked grin slid across his face as he pulled out of me.
“On your knees then,” he said as he forced me down and shoved his throbbing dick into my mouth.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he rammed it in and out of my mouth causing me to gag.
Alejo was turning out to be a sadistic lover and I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to survive the rest of this evening’s soiree.
I pushed my hands against his taut stomach to try to get him to stop and he swiftly struck me across the face.
“I didn’t say you could touch me.”
My eyes watered as he continued to gag me on him. A few more vicious thrusts and it was over. He let me go and I fell over to the floor in heap of pain and ecstasy. He didn’t let me rest for long. I winced as he grabbed me by a head full of hair and forced me to my feet, before shoving me roughly onto the bed.
I scrambled as far back away from him as I could, but he came at me like a crazed animal. It was intoxicating the way he wanted me so desperately. He climbed on top of me and held me down as he slammed himself inside of me and began to move with painful purpose.
“Eres mi chica traviesa,” he whispered as he continued his vicious thrusts.
I moaned loudly and dug my fingernails into his back. I didn’t want this to end but I wouldn’t be able to bear it any longer if it continued.
Almost as if to answer my prayers, the doorbell suddenly rang. Alejo stopped moving almost immediately and looked at the clock on the nightstand, then he looked down at me.
“Get up,” he said while catching his breath.
“I can’t,” I responded.
He reached down and lifted me over his shoulder and walked over to one of the large closets that sat against the wall. He pulled one of the doors open and set me on my feet.
I looked up at him hazily as he worked busily behind me before hoisting me up and placing me, arms and legs spread, on some kind of rack that was attached to the door. Alejo secured my wrists with leather straps before he reached down and secured my ankles. I could feel the blood and juices flowing down my leg and my insides felt battered and bruised. And now here I was being mounted like a trophy on display.
He gently kissed my feet before he stood. I closed my eyes tightly for a moment, trying to steady my breathing. I felt his hands gently grip the sides of my face.
“Please don’t hate me for this,” he whispered as he placed his forehead against mine.
The doorbell rang again and Alejo disappeared, naked and covered in sweat out of the room.
I looked up at the ceiling, feeling my arms starting to ache. I glanced at one of my wrists and tried to wriggle myself out of it but it was no use. He had tied these way too tightly.
I sighed.
Suddenly I heard muffled voices making their way to the bedroom door. I looked over and felt my heart drop when I saw the brunette who had looked at me so snottily when she was having dinner with Alejandro.
She walked over to where I was on display and smirked. Alejo angrily told her to get away from me.
Before she did she looked me up and down and then removed her dress. She walked over to where he was standing waiting for her, and kissed him passionately.
I turned my face away.
I didn’t want to see this. I didn’t want to be in the room if this was going to happen. I pulled on the straps again wanting desperately to disappear.
“Olivia,” Alejo said sharply. “I need you to watch.”
I felt the bitter tears sting my eyes. I refused to look. I refused to even open my eyes. I could hear what was happening and I knew she was on her knees. I heard the condom wrapper as he tore it open and I also knew when he placed her on the bed and entered her from the sound of her moaning and the rhythmic creaking of the bed.
“Olivia,” Alejo said again.
With my eyes closed tightly I shook my head to let him know that I refused.
“Hey!” she said angrily as I heard her body hit the floor.
I felt his hands on my face again and he was breathing heavily.
“Tell me why.”
“Alejandro regresa,” the brunette said angrily.
“Olivia, look at me,” he pleaded. I opened my eyes slightly as the tears spilled. “Tell me why. Why was it so hard for you to watch?”
“I’m not interested in watching you fuck someone else,” I replied through grit teeth.
“Dime por qué,” he said.
The brunette angrily approached us and grabbed Alejo by his arm and tried to pull him back toward the bed, but he shoved her away dismissively.
She swore loudly and angrily as she grabbed her dress and put it on. I couldn’t quite make out what she said to him on the way out. I would imagine that the slamming of every door she went through on the way out was a way of telling him that she didn’t want to see him again any time soon.
“If this is what you had in mind for tonight, you could have told me and saved us both the trouble,” I said with fresh tears spilling over.
I wasn’t sure if I was crying because I was more hurt emotionally or physically.
“I had to know,” he replied quietly.
“Know what? If I wanted to be hung on a rack bruised internally and barely able to breathe while you fucked someone else? No thank you!” I spat angrily.
“Is it because you care about me?” he asked searching my eyes.
My heart raced slightly. I didn’t expect that question because I didn’t expect that feeling so quickly.
Yes.
“No. It’s because I don’t like to be borderline sexually assaulted, then made to witness you tenderly fuck someone else. I wouldn’t want to watch anyone do that. Now let me down Alejo. I want to go back to my room.”
Three emotions quickly passed over his face. Anger, disappointment, and then acceptance.
I waited impatiently while he undid my wrists and ankles. He helped me step down from where I was hanging and looked at me with a peculiar look on his face.
As I began to
walk past him, he gripped me by the shoulder to stop me.
“We’re not done yet,” he said quietly.
“Oh yes we are. Beyond done. I don’t want to be with you anymore. That was completely unnecessary; you could have just asked me if I felt something for you. Not subject me to all of the brutality then ...” my voice trailed off in disgust.
I looked around for my clothes and started to gather them as Alejo watched me in silence. It was strange how quickly his moods could change. But I tried not to think about it while I placed my belongings on the bed. As soon as I started to put my panties on, he came up behind me and grabbed me by the throat again. I gasped in shock as he pushed my head back against his chest and pushed gently on my chin to look up at him.
“I said we aren’t done,” he repeated softly.
“Please ... I can’t ... breathe,” I said as small bursts of lights filled the corners of my vision.
“I will let go if you swear to me that we will finish what we started here tonight,” he bargained.
I gurgled as he tightened his grip and nodded as best as I could.
Alejandro let me go and turned me to face him.
“Is this not everything I promised?” he whispered. “Is this not pleasurable for you? I’ve always had these desires but I’ve never found someone who I wanted to express them with. Not until I saw you in the airport in Chicago. Not until I saw what true beauty was. You bring this desire out of me so strongly; so desperately. I need us to finish. Even if I never see you again after this night, even if you don’t want this anymore, I have to finish this,” he said as he breathed heavily and ran his hands through my hair.
My mother and father always told me once when I was a child that if you get knocked down, get back up and keep fighting. The only person that can keep you down is you. I wholly believed that because there hadn’t been a time yet where I had been knocked down and stayed there.
I took a deep breath and looked Alejandro in the eyes.
“What else do you have in that closet?”
A slow grin spread across his face, “Almost anything you can think of.”
“Hm.”
I walked passed him with my hands wrapped around myself as I tried to get the air back fully into my lungs. If I was going to do this until he was finally satisfied, recovering would be the best thing I could do at that moment.
I slowly opened both of the closet doors and raised my eyebrows in surprise. There were whips, more handcuffs (both metal and leather), rope piles, crops, small knives; all the kinds of things that would tell you to run for your life if you didn’t know the person you were using them with.
Maybe you should run. You don’t exactly know this man and he seems to get more sexually aggressive with each encounter.
As my mind sounded the alarm, I was reminded of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland where Alice stated, “I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.”
Something was telling me that Alejandro wasn’t dangerous; just sexually stimulated more than most people and this would be his way of expressing it without hurting others.
“Hm,” I said again as I ran my hand over the grip on the bullwhip. I pulled it down from its holster and looked at him over my shoulder.
“Is this what you wish?” he asked as he came over to stand behind me.
“Yes, but not for me,” I replied looking up at him with devilish eyes.
His eyes immediately filled with understanding and desire as he nodded and stepped back. I undid the whip and looked up at him. He really was beautiful and I was going to feel bad for marking him up. Maybe. One day in the future. But not now.
“Turn around,” I said softly.
He did as he was told and I looked at his strong back and let my eyes wander down to his perfect ass. I could really do damage to him if I wanted to.
I pulled my arm back and brought the whip across his back as hard as I could. He took a deep breath as the whip cut his skin and blood slowly started to trickle from the small wound. I hesitated slightly before I struck him again. He cried out this time and his body shuddered.
“Again,” he pleaded as I stood there watching the blood start to materialize from the new wound.
“On your knees,” I said to him as he had to me so many times.
Alejandro dropped to his knees and lowered his head, waiting for the whip to crack in the air and lash him again.
Something took over me as I proceeded to whip him violently for the next minute. The only reason I stopped was because my arm was tired, not because of the horrible cuts on his back or the blood that was falling so freely from him. I had whipped him and enjoyed it thoroughly. I walked around him and lifted his face. His eyes were red and his face was tearstained but he looked absolutely euphoric.
I leaned down and kissed his lips gently as he breathed heavily. When I pulled away from him, he wrapped his arms around my legs and buried his face into my stomach.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Can we do this without you hurting me now?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied as he got to his feet and lifted me gently onto the bed.
Alejo looked down at me and smiled softly. Something told me that I had caged the animal, but I would only know for sure as the night went on.
“Open your legs, Liv,” he said.
I did as I was told. He was standing at the edge of the bed with his hands crossed over his chest looking at me.
“Rub yourself for me.”
Considering this was one of the least humiliating things he had asked of me, I decided to open my legs wider so he could see everything I did to myself. I held my lips open with one hand while I rubbed myself for him. His desire was becoming obvious again as his erection started to throb. I looked at him with lust hazed eyes as I slid a finger inside of myself.
“Oh God,” I whispered as I could feel myself coming close to orgasm.
“Stop,” he said.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. I knew he didn’t want me to make myself cum. I knew that no matter how much he enjoyed watching, he wanted to feel every movement of my vagina convulse with the orgasm. He wanted to have his dick soaked in my juices.
I wanted it too.
As he crawled up the bed toward me, he grabbed my fingers and sucked them dry. Alejo looked into my eyes as he penetrated me. For some reason I gasped in surprise. I hadn’t expected it obviously, but it seemed different this time as he gently began to move in and out of me.
I moaned and closed my eyes as he held me tightly against him and moved slowly and gently. I had never had this with Mitchell. It was always quick thrusts; completely passionate but never as gentle and meaningful as it was at this moment.
Oh GOD. I’m going to cum already. Fuck this feels amazing!
“Livie...” he breathed as he tightened his grip.
I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was going to cum too. The shaking of his arms was making it even more amazing, because I could tell he was trying to fight it.
It eventually got to the point where our sexual desires exploded like a volcano at the same time. Alejo hadn’t made any move to pull out of me like he had before and I hadn’t made any move to prompt him too.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he laid his head on my chest.
“Don’t be. That was yum,” I replied as I ran my hands through his hair, trying to catch my breath.
“I should have asked if that was okay,” he said looking up at me.
“I said it was yum, didn’t I?” I asked with a smile.
“Can we do this again before you leave?” he asked rubbing my side.
“Maybe. If I can ever walk again after tonight.”
I laid there thinking about how many days I had left in Ibiza. Almost a full week and then we would be off to Madrid and Barcelona.
I wasn’t sure yet if I would miss Alejandro.
Suddenly I had a thought run through my head.
“So who was that chick anyw
ay?” I asked quietly.
“Old girlfriend.”
“And that was supposed to make me jealous?”
He chuckled as he slid his body off of mine and sat up. I looked up at him as he brought his knees up and crossed his hands over them.
“I had to know how you would feel to see me with another woman. When you left the restaurant angrily, I wasn’t sure still so I invited her back here to see how you would react then. Your anger, your tears, your refusal to look... It told me what I wanted to know honestly. Jealousy, although an honestly undesirable trait for one person to exhibit, is the key factor in truth. Why would one be angry or hurt about something if they had not wanted that thing for themselves? Anyway, that’s why I did all of those things tonight Liv. I told you I would hurt you emotionally and because I was able too, I know that somewhere deep inside that blocked off heart you came here with, something wants me. And that’s all I need to know. Whether it’s real emotion or just a fleeting thing, only time will tell, but for now it’s what I need to feel alive again.”
“What does that mean?” I asked curiously.
He sat there quietly for a moment, before he spoke again.
“What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you in your life so far? Can you think of anything?”
I lay there with my hands across my stomach running through my life events trying to figure out what exactly I could point out as the worst event that had happened to me so far.
“You’re lucky,” he said with a slightly bitter chuckle. “You can’t think of anything.”
I put a hand on his arm as I sat up, but he refused to look at me.
“Would you like to hear a story Olivia?” he asked. Without letting me respond he continued, “When I was a small child of about four years old I had a male family member take advantage of my innocence. Not only did he do this to me, he would pass me off to his friends so that they could do the same or they would come over and watch. It lasted until I was about ten years old and I finally broke down and told my mother and father what had been happening. My mother cried hysterically and begged my forgiveness for not knowing. My father became angry; very angry and he went after that family member. He had arranged a hunting trip with him and only my father returned. No one ever found any trace of that person nor did anyone have reason to suspect that my father had harmed him in anyway. My entire family came together for us. My brothers swore they would never let me out of their sights again. I don’t ever really think about it much, but when I saw you ... When I sat next to you when you slept ... I wanted to do to you everything that was done to me. Not in a malicious, scar you for life kind of way, in an “I’ve finally found the person who can fix me” kind of way. This is why I followed you around Ibiza. This is why I wouldn’t let you out of my sight, why I made you watch me with her. Why I made it painful. I felt that you would be able to handle it as I did and wanted so desperately for you to understand that this was my idea of love for a long time,” he said, smiling sadly as he looked at me.
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