“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.