Escape From Paradise

Or maybe he was saving my anal virginity for a special reason. That thought made me shiver as I knelt by the wall after lunch one fall afternoon.

There was discussion of a festival in one of the big cities, and Marco needing to tend to some business there with one of his nightclubs. He mentioned taking Perla away with him for the night. I got excited about the prospect of a night off, only to have Marco snap his fingers and say, “Angel, aquí.”

Yes, he snapped his fingers at me like a dog all the time. I’d long since stopped being offended.

I crawled to his side. He tipped my chin up to look at him.

“Se?or Acosta will oversee the villa tonight. You and Josef will care for him well, sí?”

Me…and Josef? As in together? At the same time? My mouth went dry, and I swallowed.

“Sí, Master.”

Marco nodded toward Mr. Acosta, my signal to look at the man. He looked a few years younger and trimmer than Marco, his mustache flecked with more brown than gray. He gave me a lazy side grin, his eyes traveling down my naked body, and I smiled back politely before dropping my eyes.

“Bueno.” Marco waved his hand sideways, my dismissal, and I crawled to the doorway where I met Luis. I was allowed to stand once we were out of the men’s sight, and walk to the slave quarters.

I’d come to think of Luis as my personal escort. He took me to and from everywhere I went in the villa. And maybe it was wrong of me, but I sometimes taunted him. An “accidental” brush of my ass against his hand, or my fingers against his crotch. I never met his eye and he never said anything, but he’d sometimes growl and have to adjust himself. It was fun to fluster him when he had work to do and couldn’t take care of his arousal. I considered it payback for when he raped me that first day on the boat.

When I got back to the quarters Jin was the only one gone. Perla was packing a bag, Josef was eating an apple, and Mia was reading one of my romance novels, her spike heels on the seat cushion across from her.

“Um, Josef?” I said.

He raised his eyebrows at me, his long hair fanning across his cheeks.

“You and I are supposed to entertain Mr. Acosta tonight?”

I let the question trail off.

He took a loud, crisp bite and waggled his eyebrows.

Oh, God. My stomach wobbled. Were we having a threesome? I’d never done that. And though I’d seen Josef with Jin, Perla, other slaves, and patrons, doing their business publicly, I’d never actually done anything with Josef myself.

My next question came out almost a whisper. “What do I have to do?”

It was a common question from me, and nobody was shy about answering. But at that moment Josef seemed keen on screwing with me. He crossed his arms and chewed thoughtfully before answering.

“You see, Se?or Acosta will lay on the bed with his legs off the side, y you will straddle him, yes?”

I nodded, more frightened than I’d been in a while.

“And then I,” he said, “Will stand between his legs on the side of the bed, you see, y I will fuck your ass from behind.”

“What?!” My heart rate tripled and I was struggling for breaths.

Josef laughed at the look on my face and clutched his heart. “Es no so bad, I swear!”

“You are asshole.” Mia smacked the back of Josef’s head with the book. She looked up at me through her long fake eyelashes. “Se?or Acosta like to have someone watch him when he fuck. Okay? He want Josef to watch and touch his self.”

Relief washed through me and I threw myself at Josef, punching his arms. “You big jerk!”

He laughed and made a half-hearted attempt to push me away.

And then I thought about Josef watching me being fucked and I flushed all over. I walked down to my bed, away from the others, so I could lay and mentally prepare myself.

I’d given head in the great room, which was basically an orgy all the time, and I’m sure Josef had seen, but I was always taken to a private room for sex. It’s not a big deal, I told myself. And it really wasn’t. It was just Josef, someone I trusted. It might be weird for a minute, but I was sure it would pass. If I could handle some of the things I’d done, I could do this.

I draped my forearm across my eyes and tried to nap. I never slept well at night. Too many weird dreams and nightmares and waking up with my crotch throbbing. I needed some relief. Sometimes when I showered I’d quickly work myself up while washing, and then squeeze my thighs together and give myself a mini-orgasm. It was dangerous, and I was careful not to vocalize during those too-brief moments.

Josef woke me when it was time to get ready. He chose my outfit—a black miniskirt with no panties and a slinky, purple blouse that dipped low in the back. I did my hair and make-up, then looked over at Josef to see if he was ready. He looked sharp in black slacks and a navy dress shirt. The top three buttons were undone to show his chest. I must have stared too long because he grinned and said, “You like, eh?”

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