“Where is the punishment to take place?”
Marco opened a hand toward the room. “In here.” Then he looked at Collin and chuckled once again. “Ah, Se?or, you have a romantic artist’s heart. Would you prefer your room?”
Collin knew Marco would be watching no matter which room of the villa they were in, so if he was offering a more comfortable place than this cold torture chamber, Collin would accept. “Yes. The room would suite me better, I think.”
Marco nodded.
“I’ll have the girl delivered to you once she’s been prepared. As I said, this will be her first true anal experience. She’s quite frightened by the prospect, so you may meet some resistance.” Marco paused, holding Colin’s eyes. “Take her by force, if you must.”
A dark thrill shot straight to Colin’s crotch and he was so angry at himself for feeling it that he couldn’t speak.
Good God…could he really go through with this? Then again, he didn’t have any options for getting out of it. Anal sex would not be easy to fake.
Marco kept going. “Although I hardly doubt it will come to that. She seems more than willing to enjoy every moment she can with you.” Half of Marco’s mouth lifted.
“Is that…out of the ordinary?”
Marco chuckled. “It is, indeed. Angel is good at what she does, but she has not warmed to it the way I’d hoped. Until you showed.”
When Marco cocked a complimentary eyebrow, Colin responded with a grin, because that’s how a stupid cunt should react. But inside he was overheating. He was good at calling bluffs, and Marco seemed to be telling the truth. The thought of Angela hating every second of her life here, but putting on a show for these men…and then the idea that she had warmed to him. That she enjoyed him. He liked that thought.
“Thank you,” Colin said, sticking out his hand. Marco clasped it and they shook.
“Thank you, Se?or Douglas. This works out well. If anyone can open her eyes to the wonders of her own body, it’s you.” They released hands. “It would be helpful if you could get her to tell you why she behaved as she did.”
Colin nodded. He intended to find out.
“Oh, and one more thing…don’t let her come.”
Colin froze at that. He couldn’t imagine that the girl would be aroused considering she feared what was to come, but he nodded again.
He left Marco and headed to his room, feeling partly nervous like a virginal fucking laddie, and partly ill with dread. Under normal circumstances he’d be thrilled at the prospect of anal sex. This, however, was anything but normal. She fucking cried when Marco told her what was happening. And then he’d hit her. Only a small cuff to the cheek for effect, but it still made Colin want to come out of his skin and strangle the fuckface.
Who used anal sex as a punishment? Had he been holding her anal virginity over her head the whole time she’d been here? Sick fucking bastard.
By the time Colin got to his room he was pacing with anger at the entire situation. He rubbed a hand over his face, then over his head. What the fuck was he going to do? He was in far over his head here. He’d never planned to touch the girl, much less be her first sexual anything. And was he really going to whip her? With his own hand? Bloody hell!
The worst part—the part that made him want to die a painful death—was that he couldn’t deny the excitement he felt underneath all the anger and apprehension and guilt. He wanted to touch her again, in any form. And he couldn’t get it out of his head that she might like it, as well.
As if that excused any of it. Yes, it would fucking blow if she was appalled by him—if she hadn’t “warmed” to him. But it was still wrong, no matter how he tried to spin it. Colin feared he’d go to his grave with the sins of this week staining his soul. And the worst had yet to pass.
A knock on the door signaled the worst was about to begin.
When he opened the door Angela was naked with her head down, her arm being held by Luis. She was still in those damned sexy pigtails, and her hands were tied at the wrist in front of herself. She was trembling and pale. Luis released her and gave Colin a nod.
“Go in,” Colin told the girl. She shuffled past him and he closed the door. Angela went to the middle of the room and gingerly lowered to her knees. He had a perfect view of her from behind, and his eyes went straight to her rounded arse and the sparkling, large crystal nestled between those perfect cheeks.
What the fuck?
It took him a moment to realize she’d been plugged. And ah, God, if that didn’t go straight to his cock. He supposed that’s what they meant by “preparing” her. Probably gave her an enema too, knowing how thorough Marco was about the cleanliness of his people. Colin slowly walked around her. He propped one hip on the side of the small bed and looked down at her.
“Tell me what happened outside today.”