by Smith, T. L
“Don’t you dare,” he says, looking from my pussy to my eyes.
I smile and begin to pinch my nipples. I turn on my rabbit so it’s vibrating and then begin to slide it slowly over my wet opening, bringing it up to circle my throbbing clit. I look down at him and see him struggling, so I begin to tease him even more. I place a finger in my mouth and bring it out nice and slow, then I place it on my clit. I begin to push my rabbit up and in, letting it enter my waiting pussy. I’m so lost with the feeling of it all, that I don’t hear what is happening around me. But the next thing I know, my rabbit has been flung across the room and a lust filled madman is picking me up.
“I warned you, Princess,” he says. He throws me onto the bed and spreads my legs roughly. He doesn’t give me any time to accept what’s about to happen and the next thing I know he enters me so hard and fast, that I scream from the pain as much as the pleasure.
“You feel that?” he asks, between hard thrusts.
I just nod my head. I can’t form words.
“This is all you’re allowed to have inside my pussy, Princess. All you are allowed to have!”
Then his mouth claims mine, and we release together.
We lay there drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. My eyes are closing and just before I fall asleep, I hear him say, “My soul.”
I know what he means when he says it. He’s saying his love for me stronger than love. And I believe him, with every fiber of my being.
We park at the front of the hotel while waiting for the all clear. Rock is tapping his leg, waiting impatiently. Hunter knows someone that works inside the hotel that will tell him when it’s all clear.
“Do not leave our side,” Stefanos warns.
Just as he finishes talking my cell rings and Hunter tells us we’re good to go. I look to the boys and smile at them.
“Are you ready?” I ask, grabbing my gun and knife, and sliding them into the back of my pants. Rock grunts, while Stefanos leans in and kisses me softly, like he’s savoring the moment. The instant his lips leave mine, I feel the loss and want him back, even though I know we don’t have time. He whispers in my ear that he loves me. I smile back, kiss his cheek and then climb out. I want to say the words, but I don’t because I feel if I say them, it might be like we are saying goodbye. When that’s clearly not something I want, nor is it an option.
We make it to the lobby without being detected as I look around for any signs of his men. We don’t see any, so we take the stairs up to the third floor. As soon as we reach it I can see two men positioned at the front of Alberto’s door. I look across at Stefanos and Rock, and they start to make their way out there. I stay where I am, waiting till I hear a gun shot to make my appearance. He could have more men hidden anywhere.
Once I hear the first bang, I come out, gun in hand and see two bodies lying on the floor. My boys are good… damn good! I smile at them and motion to Alberto’s door, hoping he was too occupied to hear the commotion taking place outside. We swipe our way in, but I can’t see him. I hear strangled cries coming from the bedroom, so we make our way in there.
When I open the door, what I see makes me feel sick. He has a young woman tied to the bed laying flat on her stomach. He has forcefully entered her ass and she’s clearly in real pain. I can see red marks on her body from him being too damn rough with her.
“Alberto likes to play, hmm,” I say loudly, drawing his attention to me.
He jumps up and looks around. He’s obviously taken by surprise by my presence. Just then Stefanos and Rock walk in with their guns drawn, but not raised because there’s no threat. I note they’ve also brought in the two guys that were at the front door. Alberto also notices and takes a deep breath and shakes his head. I take out my knife and sidestep to the opposite side of the bed and cut her straps loose.
“You leave, now,” I say, motioning toward the girl.
She looks up at Alberto, making sure he can’t stop her. I shake my head and point toward the door. She doesn’t say a word. She runs over and picks up her dress, but runs out naked. I look back at Alberto standing there naked with his dick still hard. I look at it and begin to think of the possibilities. I could inflict the same torture I showed his son and chop it off, but I think he needs to meet the end of my gun first.
I sit there contemplating the list of possibilities, but in that time Rock has obviously had enough waiting. He walks over to Alberto and clocks him straight in the face. Alberto grabs his nose and begins to wail. I watch as he then grabs him by the arm and pulls roughly, causing Alberto to wail even louder. He then brings him to the open shower and ties his hands above his head so that he is suspended in the air.
Rock punches him one more time, grunts and walks out the front door, leaving him with Stefanos and myself.
“You up for some fun, Alberto?” I ask, drawing my knife.
He looks down at it and his eyes go wide with shock.
“Princess, you don’t have time to play,” Stefanos informs me.
Back up will be coming soon for Alberto, or even worse, the cops will show. Stefanos tells me to make it quick and walks out to stand guard at the front door. I turn back to Alberto and contemplate the possibilities of inflicting massive amounts of torment and pain as fast as possible.
“Did you know a man can survive multiple gunshot wounds over his body as long as you miss his major arteries?” I ask, while I tuck my knife back in and bring my gun out.
“You wouldn’t.”
I laugh at him, he’s a dumb fuck.
“I certainly would.”
Then, I shoot him in the shoulder. His screams echo in the bathroom and I know I can’t keep this up without someone hearing and reacting.
“You’ll pay for this, you bitch,” he says, between screams.
“My troubles will go with you, Alberto. So, I don’t have anything to worry about,” I say, then bring my gun up ready for the last shot to his head.
“You think I’m the only one that wants to kill you? Are you a stupid bitch?”
I shoot him in the leg, just for calling me a bitch. I can see he’s trying to stop his screams by biting his lip and clenching his fist, but it’s not working. His screams bring Stefanos in, and before I say anything, he brings his gun up and shoots him straight in the head.
“I told you not to play. Cops are here. We have to go,” he says, then grabs my hand and pulls me from the room. I hear the sirens and before they have a chance to reach us, we are in his car and gone.
“You need to stop playing,” Stefanos berates, which causes me to act like a five year old and cross my arms over my chest and sulk.
This week has been quiet. Well, as quiet as it can get in our household. Carmen has been disappearing at nights and I think she’s meeting up with Hunter. I notice she carries her gun in the back of her pants and I choose not to say anything to her. If she wants to be in this life, she will be though she can’t say I haven’t warned her.
Stefanos has a surprise for me today, which I’m not so happy about because that means we have to leave my room, where we’ve been having so much fun. He’s been getting quite shitty though, because someone is always knocking on my door or interrupting us during our most intimate moments.
“Princess, we need to go,” he tells me, walking over to me and looking over my shoulder.
I’m currently standing in front of my long full-length mirror, lost in thought. I nod my head and follow him out, wondering when I should break my news to him.
Just before we leave I see Hunter and Carmen on
his motorbike. She jumps off of it and she leans in to kiss him. He notices me and pulls away from her. She looks shocked at first until she turns around and sees me standing there. Then she slaps him across the face and storms inside. Stefanos laughs, but Hunter just smiles. He places his helmet back on and takes off.
“Interesting,” I say to no one inparticular and then slide into the car. Once I’m in, I consider telling Stefanos what’s been eating me alive
this last week. But I re-think it and consider not spoiling his mood.
The drive isn’t long, maybe five minutes from my father’s house. We pull up to a beautiful beach house that has stunning views of the ocean. I look around for any signs of the surprise and I can’t see a thing except what’s in front of me. I’m starting to think he’s bought a house for himself while he’s here.
Stefanos opens my door and helps me out. We walk to the beach house which is very modern and chic. He opens the front door and I look around. I automatically come to halt when I notice there are photos of Cassandra and myself. The living room is very open and overlooks the ocean. The kitchen joins in an open floor plan. He takes my hand and guides me up the stairs to the main bedroom. The bed is stunning. It’s a four-poster and it’s made of dark mahogany wood. So are the dressers and the cupboard.
“I can tie you to our bed nice and tight now,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers all over my body.
“What do you mean ours?” I ask him.
“This is our house, Princess. I brought it when I was last here, for us. But things have been so crazy I haven’t
completed it, ‘til now.”
“I have a house, Stefanos,” I tell him, because technically my father’s house is mine. It’s been in my name since last year.
“Yes, but we won’t have distractions here, and I will have you all to myself,” he says.
He picks me up and carries me to the end of the hallway where there is another bedroom. He stands and takes in a few deep breaths and closes his eyes.
“Close your eyes,” he tells me in a shaky voice.
I do as he asks and I hear the bedroom door open. Stefanos kisses me on the lips and when we break apart, I keep my eyes closed.
“Open now, Princess.”
I open my eyes and come face to face with the man who now owns my soul. I look around and notice what this room is. I’m glad I’m not standing alone as I’d be flat out on the floor right about now.
The room is beautiful, though it makes my secret that much more real. I look at the baby cot standing by itself, which is made up and full of teddy bears, blankets and pillows. I look to the changing table that is positioned right next to it. I try to take everything in, but I just can’t right now. So, I go back to look at the one thing that is real, Stefanos.
“What’s… this for?” I ask, gesturing to the room.
“You think you could hide something that important from me,” he says, deadly serious and in an angry tone.
“I know, Princess. I found your test, plus your nipples are extra sensitive and your sex drive is through the roof. I’m pretty sure my cock wants to fall off with how much you have ridden it lately… Not that I don’t love it,” he adds, that last part with a wink.
“You want this?” I ask, surprised. Honestly, it’s not something I really want.
“I want all that is you. So, yes, I want this,” he says and I’m pretty sure that if I was holding anything back, he now has it all.
“I love you, Stefanos.”
“I know, Princess. I love you too.”
Stefanos and I have spent the last two days in our new home. I couldn’t sleep one night so I went outside and sat on the beach, just off our back porch. My mind won’t shut down. I’m worried. I don’t want to bring a child into my world. My life isn’t right for a child, especially if that child is mine. Stefanos tries to reassure me that everything will work out and that we’ll figure it out together, but I have little faith.
Stefanos must have woken up because I wasn’t in bed. He found me gazing up at the stars while trying to figure things out. He has so much hope, and I have none.
Today I have a doctor’s appointment to see how far along I am. Stefanos wants to tell my family and I won’t allow it. It still hasn’t sunk into my head yet, so why make my father freak when I don’t know what my plans are.
On our way there, Stefanos hasn’t stopped smiling and I wonder if he’s taken drugs ‘cause that can be the only reason I can think of as to why he won’t stop smiling.
“Are you on drugs?” I ask, because he needs to tell me if he is.
He pulls a face and shakes his head no.
“Well, why the hell are you smiling like a mad man?”
“Because, Princess, I have you, and soon we will have a piece of us.”
Simple, but still idiotically crazy.
I don’t reply because I may say something I will regret, which will only have him trying to convince me everything will work out. As we pull up at the doctor’s office, I’m a bag of nerves. Stefanos comes around and opens the door for me and I reluctantly follow him inside.
Once we are all checked in, I’m barely seated when my name is called. I don’t hear it, but Stefanos does and snaps me out of my thoughts. He grabs hold of my hand and pulls me up to follow him. Our doctor is in his late forty’s and he seems nice enough. Until he tells me about the vaginal examination, which is required to confirm how far along I am. I decide running sounds like a great idea, but Stefanos agrees and keeps his hand firmly planted on my thigh so I can’t run.
Once my legs are bent and a condom is placed on the probe, I start to close my legs so he can’t stick that thing anywhere near me. He tells me to relax and asks me to open a bit further. I contemplate running again, but I can’t do that, I have no pants on.
We wait for what seems like ages, until we start to hear a sound coming from the machine that is now connected to my vagina.
“You’re roughly eight weeks,” he says and then removes the probe from inside me.
I look to Stefanos and his smile has reached his eyes, but I consider smacking it off him.
“Did you hear that, Princess,” he says, referring to the baby’s heartbeat. I did and it was beautiful, though that won’t change my opinion.
“You don’t want this, do you?” he asks, after the doctor leaves so I can get changed.
I shake my head no.
“You know we can work it out. We can make anything work.”
I look him in the eyes, but I don’t say a word. He sees my answer in my eyes and leaves it alone for the time being.
Once we arrive home, Stefanos gets a call to meet up with one of our distributors. He comes inside first and sits next to me on the couch. He picks me up and places me on his lap.
“You will be my wife one day very soon. I will make this work, Princess. You will see.”
“It will only work if you stay at home, Stefanos. I don’t want a child now. I have too much to look after as it is. My world isn’t right for a child.”
He looks hurt my confession, but I don’t see myself as a stay at home mom. If he wants this as badly as I
think he does, he will do as I say.
“I have to go, Princess, just remember you are mine and we can do anything together. We are stronger together than what we are separated,” he says, then kisses me and places me back on the couch and stands to leave. He pauses at the door like he wants to say something else, but chooses not to. He just turns and leaves.
I don’t know how I got knocked up because I’m on the pill and I take it consistently. The doctor said people still fall pregnant even when they’re on the pill. I was hoping I was one of the lucky ones that didn’t.
It’s the quietest this house has been since I’ve lived here, and it doesn’t help that my mind won’t shut off. Stefanos is still out handling business and I’m lying in bed waiting for him to return. I decide to check the spare room to see if he’s made any adjustments to it yet. As I open the door, I’m hit with the very fresh smell of new… everything is new. I go to the drawers and start to open them to see what he has stored in them. They’re stacked full of neutral colored clothing. Just as I go to shut the drawer something catches my eye. I pull the drawer open wider and find a small jewelry box tucked away in the back. I open it and I’m shocked by what sparkles back at me. It’s a beautiful black diamond. They’re as rare as they are beautiful.
Just as my mind
starts thinking of the possibilities of why he’s hidden this beautiful ring, I hear a loud bang coming from inside the house. I know it’s not Stefanos, because he’s quiet when he enters the house. So that means it’s someone else.
I run to my room to retrieve my gun and just as I
leave the spare room, I run straight into a hard body. Without thinking I swing my arm around and punch whoever it is in the face and he stumbles backwards in the dark. I make a mad dash around him and just as I do a hand comes around from the back and something covers my mouth. That’s the last thing I remember before I pass out.
I wake in a nice hotel room, lying in the same clothes I was in at my house. My head is sore and my mouth is dry. I go to stand and see movement to my left. I look at that spot and see a very good-looking man sitting down smoking a cigar. He’s dressed to impress and has nice, dark denim jeans on with a white collared shirt rolled up to the elbows. I can see tattoos going up each arm and wonder what they’re about. His hair is curly and long, possibly to his shoulders, although it’s tied back. He sees me looking and smirks. I wonder who the hell he is as I look around for a weapon.
“You won’t find anything,” he states in a strong voice.
I look back to him and see he hasn’t moved. He doesn’t even have a weapon on him.
“You’ve been misbehaving, Krinos, and now it’s time you learnt a lesson,” he tells me, as he stands up. He starts walking toward me. I take in his massive body; he’s just about as big as Rock, only taller. He steps in front of me and I can smell him. He smells divine for someone who kidnaps girls from their own home.
Fucking prick.
“Who are you?” I ask, looking straight into his eyes, which I can only just see in the moonlight shining through the open window. His eyes have a tinge of violet and mixture of pale green in them. They are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
