Bruises and Heartbreak.

It had been a week since Alexis last saw Mike. She still has a hard time believing she let him spank her so hard. Her butt was getting better, but she still had some bruises and had a hard time sitting. Her asshole was still a little sensitive from being so aggressively fingered. She was trying to decide if she even wanted to see him again. She was examining her healing ass when Lizzie walked in.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.” Lizzie immediately apologized.

“What the fuck, get out!” Alexis yelled using her hands to show her the way out and she did. But before leaving Lizzie said, “Vitamin K helps with the bruises.”

The bruises on Alexis ass made Lizzie drift back to her days at the strip club, how she was maltreated and abused by many men, including Mike.

Lizzie looked all over the house for Mr. Hills. She found him in his entertainment room, where he was immersed in a game of billiards. “Lizzie," Mr. Hill greeted, not looking up from his shot. "What brings you here?" When he took his shot, he wasn’t pleased but when he stood upright to see Lizzie he marveled, “You look hot.” She was dressed in a Jean that accentuated her curves and a tight corset that exposed her cleavage’s.

“Mr. Hill I’m concerned for your daughter.” She said.

“Why?” He asked, a furrow forming on his eye brows.

“Are you aware of her friends?” 

Mr. Hill, confident and dismissive, replied, "I trust my daughter. She's mature enough to make her own choices."

"But people regardless of age, can go astray," Lizzie countered, her past experiences weighing heavily on her words.

Mr. Hill, in a moment of callousness, jeered, "Look at you, Lizzie. Living proof that people can go astray."

Anger flashed in Lizzie's eyes, and she decided to walk out on him abandoning the reason she came to talk to Mr. Hill. 

“Don’t you ever fucking walk out on me.” Mr. Hill commanded. He wasn’t accustomed to being defied. He called her back and with a hint of authority, said, "Get on your fucking knees."

Lizzie hesitated but complied, uncertain of what was to follow. “Take off your clothes.” He demanded and she obliged. “Lay on the pool table.” He aggressively cleared out all the balls on the table for Lizzie to present herself, bare body on the pool table.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard till your pussy begs me to stop.” Mr. Hills hastily took off his clothes and positioned Lizzie doggy style. His dick was throbbing hard while Lizzie’s nipples were rock hard. As he penetrated her she let out a soft moan. He fucked her hard, the sound his mom pubis made whilst hitting her ass was music to his ears. He held in closely and tightly while he fucked her. She moaned hard from pleasure and pain. 

He grinded her slowly and then increased his pace again, this time he squeezed her breast and she cried out in pain. “You’re mine,” he kept on saying as he fucked her. He didn’t stop at you’re mine, he called her his slave, his pleasure, his treasure and the one that made her gasps was when he called her his puppet. So Carla was right? She thought to herself. 

When he was done, he released his seeds inside her and brought her down on her knees. “Suck it.” He ordered her.

He didn’t wait for her to recollect herself from his outrageous fucking, he just pushed her head directly, so her mouth groped his dick. He pushed her head backwards and forwards rapidly groaning from pure satisfaction and pleasure, “If I lose you I’ve lost it all.” He said whilst groaning.

“Spit on it,” he ordered her again and she did just that. He continued to push her head faster not giving her time to breath. He gagged her multiple times till her eyes turned red and tears welled up her eyes. 

He finally came inside her mouth and asked her to show him his cum, she did and then he said, “Swallow it.” She looked him dead in the eye and swallowed it. 

“You’re even more pretty when being fucked like a mad dog.” To Mr. Hill, that was a compliment, but to Lizzie, Mr. Hill was no different from the men at Papayas strip club, except that he doesn’t hit her—-yet.

“Tonight, you’re sleeping naked. Your body is perfect it shouldn’t be covered up.” Mr. Hill said whilst picking up his clothes from the floor. 

After the rough sex at Mr. Hill’s entertainment room, he went out looking for his daughter in her bedroom, it seems she was preparing to leave the house. “Where are you going to baby?” He asked his daughter.

“A friends, she’s throwing her 19th birthday party I can’t miss it.” Alexis replied whilst trying to put on her earrings.

“Dressed like that?” Mr. Hill asked. Alexis dress was overly exposed and inappropriate.

“Yes, I’ve always dressed like this, why are you concerned?” 

“It’s okay princess, you look stunning.” Mr. Hill didn’t want to upset his only child so he had to act like he was pleased with her dress.

“Thank you dad,” Alexis said. Before leaving she pecked her dad on the cheek and told him that’s she was taking the Maserati. “I’m Mr. Hill Hamilton’s daughter, I have to arrive in style.”

Mike prepared himself quickly. He showered and slipped into his comfortable house wear waiting patiently for Alexis to arrive. He had arranged all of his clothings and hosiery littered all over the bed He poured himself a stiff vodka and tonic, took a strong sip, and proceeded to pack a bowl of pungently aromatic marijuana he had purchased earlier in the day into a glass pipe, a welcome present for Alexis. 

He took another hard swig of his cocktail. He was beginning to worry, where was Alexis, she was supposed to be at his house minutes ago. He was beginning to think this was all to good to be true, and that Alexia was just fucking with him and not fucking him, he heard a car pull up outside. A car door slammed; Alexia had arrived, quite fashionably late in her Maserati.