He paused, watching me, so I said, “Yes, Master.” Although his idea of “taking care of me” was far from my idea.
“Bueno. Now. My rules for you are this: Never tell a patron no. Allow him to do whatever he wishes. If they are breaking a rule my people will swiftly intervene. Try to enjoy yourself, and if you don’t, pretend you do.” His fingers brushed over my nipples in the gauzy material, making them pucker and my breath quicken. My nerves were on high alert. “Eventually you will learn to enjoy the ease of your life here, Angel. My patrons will see you as a goddess. They will worship you with their touches and you will grow to find pleasure as they do.”
Bullshit.
I gritted my teeth and stared straight up at the ceiling. Marco pulled something out of his pocket. A blindfold.
“This will help relax you for your first time with a patron, yes?”
I nodded. I definitely liked the idea of not having to look at this man. I lifted my head and Marco slipped the velvety covering over my eyes. Then he kissed my forehead, which was oddly comforting. As soon as I thought that, a revolting sensation slid through me. I didn’t want to feel anything positive toward Marco. He was fucking with my head, and I needed to be strong.
A plastic click sounded, like something opening, and a moment later Marco was urging my legs apart, pushing aside my panties. What was he doing? I felt a cool slickness at the entrance and he swirled lube around, pushing some inside me. He then fixed my underwear and straightened my negligee.
I heard both Luis and Marco leave. Then I waited.
That bastard made me wait forever. I was high strung, pissed off, and scared to death when the door opened and slow footsteps approached the bed. He was silent. I could hear my breath coming too fast. In and out. My knees pressed together. My muscles tensed.
A belt buckle clinked as it was being undone and I whimpered, remembering that sound only hours ago. Was he allowed to whip me?
Don’t cry, Angela, I begged myself.
Something touched the side of my calf and ran up my leg. He thwapped it against my thigh and I realized it was the end of his belt. I stayed still, practically panting, as he gently whipped the piece of leather across my legs. Then he pulled my thigh to spread my legs. I whimpered again and he chuckled, giving me the chills. He pushed the lacy material of my thong aside and gave my clit a smack with the belt. I let out a small holler of surprise. It hadn’t hurt, necessarily. But it made me throb down there. He did it again and I clenched my thigh muscles, gasping.
No, no no. I would not be turned on by him. Hell-fucking-no.
With no fanfare or warning he shoved two fingers inside me, curling them upward and rocking his hand back and forth. Hard. I bit my lip and pulled on my chains. Nobody had ever fingered me so roughly. I gritted my teeth and tried not to think about abrasions. As he manhandled me, a wet, sloshing sound began and he moaned. The sound was coming from me. I could feel a fullness building deep inside me. I realized with horror he was working my g-spot, which wouldn’t make me come, but it would definitely make me sopping wet.
“Ah, sí, putita,” he moaned. Little whore.
He pulled his fingers out and I heard clothing being yanked off. Moments later he was against my arm by my head. He whapped my mouth with his fucking cock and chuckled.
Yuck! I wanted to scream at him to get it away from my face.
“Suck me,” he commanded.
He yanked me by the hair to face him and prodded open my mouth. My wrists burned in their cuffs above me as he pulled me closer. He shoved himself in, all the way to the back of my throat. Thankfully his penis wasn’t long enough to gag me. I kept my lips tight around him, letting him control the speed, hoping he’d come fast and get it over with. But he didn’t. After a while of grunting into my face he flipped me, twisting my wrists, and climbed onto the bed behind me. He grabbed my hips and pulled them up, shoving my head face down.
Over. I just wanted this to be over.
His hands roamed across my whelp marks and his breathing went raspy. He open-palm smacked my ass cheek and my head flew back from the stinging pain, holler wrenching from my throat.