MARCO
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. I had to teach her how things were done here. I ignored the stares and glares as I walked back into the house. The party was over, and it’s all because of her! She ruined it and embarrassed my name. I walked into my office, throwing the tie and suit off my body. Everything about that lady was infuriating me. She’s the only woman who’s ever dared to challenge me. Perhaps I should increase the punishment? Make her feel my wrath. Whether she likes it or not, she will learn to submit to me and my orders. I turned the computer on. I was curious to see how she was coping with her punishment. I’m sure she will be in tears by now, pleading for mercy on her knees. The cold room when heard seems like an easy punishment until you stay there for half an hour, naked. I enlarged the cameras on the screen, only to see her bare breasts bouncing freely with every movement she made. What the hell was she doing? Trying to break the fucking cameras! What the hell was wrong with this girl! Her audacity was infuriating—messing with my head in the worst way possible. I had expected to see tears, desperation, defeat… but instead, even in the freezing cold, there she was fighting back, wild and untamed. My gaze locked on the screen, fixating on the way her breasts swayed with every jerk of her body, my gaze lovked to the image before me. Her breasts dangling on the screen as she struggled to crack the camera above her. It looked soft…succulents, and my lips ached to graze it. My cock twitched painfully against my pants. How could a thirty-five-year-old woman look this attractive and young? She had put on red flashy panties and I…fuck shit! What was I doing? I exhaled deeply, shutting off the computer, before bringing out my phone. “Increase the temperature. She seems happy.” I ordered the guards in charge. The sound of my door opening made me turn and Nathan strode in, a frown on his face. “I see you have forgotten simple courtesy? What happened to knocking? What if I was busy?” He hesitated a bit before responding, “I apologize for my negligence.” “It shouldn’t repeat itself! Why are you here?” “Why…who… I’m not getting married!” He blurted out, his voice shaky. I sat on my chair, “Who said you were?” “Then who the fuck is that lady?” “Language!” He glared at me, his eyes blazing with fury, “I apologize father.” I nodded. “You don’t need to get married to her. I just need an heir. And so, it’s simple, plant your seed inside her.” He chuckled, “How’s it my fault you’re unable to get a woman pregnant? Why put your burdens on me? I said I don’t want to get married… I want nothing to do with women…so do something, go to the hospital, treat…” Smack. My strong hands collided with his face and he stumbled backwards. How I had gotten so fast to where he stood still amused me, I have kept quiet all this while, tolerated all his insults, but not anymore. “Lest you forget, I birthed you! You’re my seed! And since you have decided to fuck your fellow man, you might as well provide me an heir before you useless yourself.” He laughed…something I usually did to spite people, “I will rather die than impregnate that lady. So it’s better you send her packing already.” “That’s impossible. Since she’s here to stay. I brought her to be your bride and your wedding date will be fixed soon. If I have to chain you to have sex with her, I’ll do it with pleasure.” He glared at me with so much hatred, but I remained unfazed. I had gotten used to it over the years. Nathan has done nothing but being shame to my name and clan. It was because of him, my enemies still had the guts to challenge me. “This is not over!” He said, “Oh it is. Cassandra is here to stay, as you bride…feel free to make do with this information however you choose.” And my words were final. He walked out the room, his breathing ragged, and made sure to bang the door loudly. If not for my medical condition, why the hell will I be begging him to provide an heir for me? Even if it wasn’t about the heir. It was my duty as his father to ensure he follows the right path. I have no business with his sexuality, but at least have a child first, then explore however you like. How hard was that? I flinged the flower vase on the table…my blood was boiling, and I needed something…someone to quench it. The image of Cassandra’s succulent and full breasts filled my head and I picked up my phone quickly, punching the number before placing on my ears, “Devika speaking.” “Run…to the red room!” She was the only one who could handle the kind of desires I craved.Cassandra. I stormed out of the room, not angry…but drained. ‘This was the only way’ I had repeatedly convinced myself before taking that offer. It’s not like I had a choice. Either way, he would still make me do it. And at the moment, my mind wasn’t at peace. A lot of ‘what if’ and questions clouded my thinking. How will I be able to have sex with someone that despises women? How could I convince him? Perhaps if I could tell him my story and the whole ordeal. He could sympathize with me? If perhaps I did, will I be able to leave my child with this monster? But then again, I could make out a plan from this. Get Macro to trust me and then figure out a way to escape. I could use this ‘child’ stuff, since he’s so desperate to get closer to him and find the easiest way out. I heaved a deep breath, my head was already starting to ache, and I just needed to breathe away from all this and have a moment of peace. My eyes scanned the hallways,
MARCO Cassandra. That was her name. The first human to ever challenge me. The first to ever engage in banters with me. The first to ever call me names. And yet, I let her. I was supposed to cage her, whip her, show her why I was called ruthless, but I didn't. Instead, I enjoyed it. I found her defiance interesting and her ability to fight even when powerless, aspiring. But now…seeing her breakdown was quite a shocker. She has upheld a strong face since she got here, and I just couldn’t understand why something as minimal as piercing her jaw would make her cry. The sounds of her sobs irritated my ears and I desperately needed her to be quiet. “Never knew the witty mouth could cry…” I began, my voice cold, but she didn’t respond, instead she increased the noise, “Shut up! Clean that damn face!” I added, my voice commanding but she didn’t flinch. “Can you be quiet?” “I’m talking to you. Listen!” No response still, and I let out an expropriated sigh. Glancing
Cassandra. “Master…faster…harder, please… fill me with your cock!” “Tell me how badly you need it.” “Desperately, sir.” “Bend lower, open wider.” He growled, “Say it…who owns you?” “You… I belong to your master…only you!.” The lady cried out, and I desperately wanted to scream at her to shut her mouth. The air was mixed with the scent of sex and sweat that made my stomach churn. The sound of skin slapping echoed around the room, moans, groans, and filthy words…and I stood frozen but didn’t dare to look at them. I wanted to walk out, wanted to curse at him…but I couldn’t. Not when I feared what he could do to me. The sounds increased again, table creaking, the lady screamed out loud, and I curiously turned my head to peep. My breath hitched at the sight before me, the lady was now lying on the table, her legs wide open and her hands handcuffed, breast bouncing with every brutal thrust. And him? Marco rammed into her like a beast. His cock was buried deep i
CASSANDRA I squeezed my naked body together as I tried to find warmth. The cold had settled in my bones and I could no longer tell if I was shivering from the temperature or fury. “Fucking bastard.” I muttered, staring daggers at the camera. I had tried to break it, all to no avail. “I’ve gone through worse! This is nothing.” I continued, my voice shaky and lips trembling. The cold was unbearable. Every part of my body ached and to worsen it all, the guards had come in minutes ago to chain my legs and hands. But I was never going to show weakness. “If you think this will make me submit to you then you have to think twice because I’d rather rot here than obey your words!” I felt dirty. Exposed. And angry at myself. How did I let this happen to me? I continued with my words, but as time went on, exhaustion filled my body, I couldn’t lay on the ground because of the cold, and so I clamped my body together as I drifted off to sleep. *********** A soft moan es
MARCO Her pleas fell on deaf ears. I had to teach her how things were done here. I ignored the stares and glares as I walked back into the house. The party was over, and it’s all because of her! She ruined it and embarrassed my name. I walked into my office, throwing the tie and suit off my body. Everything about that lady was infuriating me. She’s the only woman who’s ever dared to challenge me. Perhaps I should increase the punishment? Make her feel my wrath. Whether she likes it or not, she will learn to submit to me and my orders. I turned the computer on. I was curious to see how she was coping with her punishment. I’m sure she will be in tears by now, pleading for mercy on her knees. The cold room when heard seems like an easy punishment until you stay there for half an hour, naked. I enlarged the cameras on the screen, only to see her bare breasts bouncing freely with every movement she made. What the hell was she doing? Trying to break the fucking c
CASSANDRA. I stood in front of the mirror. On my body was a red, curvy, and tight dress. It struck to my body like glue. My hair and makeup was neatly done and now, it was time. Time to make my appearance in my supposed engagement party. “Ma’am, it’s time. Do you wish to be carried, or you want to walk?” I glared at him, and didn’t bother to respond. I walked out the door, and the fresh warm breeze hit my skin. I felt free…at least I had no chains on my hands. Plenty of guards lined up in the corridor and I walked in the middle until I reached the door. It was open ajar and my eyes scanned the hall. People. Not just people, but lots of them. Their gaze landed on me and I could feel them analyzing all the parts of my body. I stepped into the room, and it even worsened since I could now hear their whispers and murmuring. “Whose daughter is she?” “Is the Don’s son really getting married?” “She looks young.” I kept on walking, my head high as I locked gaze