Chapter 9

Antonio

This is going much better than I had anticipated. I know that Marissa is a headstrong and independent young woman, but beneath her independent facade there is something more. The will to please, to submit, to be controlled and to control with her submission. 

The fact that she submits to me after merely a day is a verification to this, even if the submission is based on fear. It is not all fear. She is trying to hide behind the fear, using it as a reason to be compliant, to submit. I can see it in her eyes and feel it in her kiss. The heat and lust burning beneath the fear is strong.

She is a queen made for me to worship and in return she will hand over all of herself. Deep inside I believe she knows that is something I can give her and something she rightfully deserves. She is the perfect woman to share my kingdom with, once she finally gives in.

Then there is the attraction and lust. There is no denying that she feels the intense physical attraction between us. The hunger shines through her fear and shame. But the shame she feels is a problem. It will be the greatest obstacle I have to conquer. To have her realize that there is no shame in the attraction she feels towards me. She is to be my wife. The attraction, lust and hunger will only make our life more pleasurable.

A shiver goes along my spine at the thought of all the pleasure I can give her and she me and it’s making my arousal rise. How would she react to my demands? Would she follow my instructions with willing submission? Would she enjoy taking me in her mouth? I would love her warmth around me. I stroke my hand down my abdomen and directly to my hard cock. I imagine her touching me as she sits on her knees in front of me on the dark tiled floor. Her large, blue eyes looking up at me through her light lashes. Her pink lips parted in need of tasing me. 

I tilt my face up against the shower head, letting the water splash my face with its warmth. My thoughts return to the kiss. Her sweet moans and the sight of her in that bathing suit. I squeeze the bottom of my length before firmly caressing it to the top and swivel my palm across the head. I moan at the feeling, wishing that it was Marissa touching me. Her slim hands embracing my cock. I wonder if her long fingers can reach all the way around?

In my imagination I see the warm water cascading down her unblemished, naked skin, her perky breast moving with every breath she takes. She would look up at me, her pink tongue teasingly coming out to wet her lips. I increase the speed of my hand as I feel the orgasm rising at the back of my spine. With a loud groan I cum, spraying my seed on the tiled wall. Leaning my head against the wall I catch my breath. Fuck! I can’t wait until it is Marissa that is pleasing me instead of my own hand.

I have to be patient. But I’m not really known for being patient. I’m known for taking what I want, when I want it. But if I do that with my Marissa the chances of her surrendering all of herself to me will be next to nothing. Perhaps this will be a good experience for me. I have to be patient. I have to wait. 

I have already waited for three years. Since the day her parents took her to the restaurant in one of my casinos. Her long blond hair shining as she laughed, her blue eyes twinkling, her pale skin glowing in the dim light. She was only seventeen, I had my men look her up, but my lust for her was that for a grown woman.

After their dinner her parents gambled. Her father played black jack and lost. He lost a lot but did not stop. ‘The next time will be a win! I promise you, Marri!’ I could see the worry and pain in Marissa’s eyes as she begged her father to stop and her mother to help. But her mother didn’t have time to reprimand her husband because she played dice. That night she won and her exalted face was evidence enough to recognize the addiction.

Her parents came in a few times after that, but without their daughter. Sometimes they won, but most times they lost. I personally offered them a membership. It would give them benefits such as discounts on drinks and privileges when they won. 

Next up I offered them a small loan, only fifty thousand. Some extra cash to gamble with to make the night more pleasurable, as long as they played in my casinos. When their daughter's eighteenth birthday came along they were both stuck and their debt higher than they could ever repay. And little over a year ago they wanted more.

“Please Mr. Falaguerra. Just another loan. We will win this time and repay our debt.” Mr. Mason's pleading eyes from across the desk were filled with tears. Tears whose only presence was to play on feelings of pity. He wrings his fat fingers in his lap and shifts uncomfterble in the chair and I have to fight the smug smile that wants to come out. I love it when they beg.

“Your debt is already three million dollars. If I give you more I need some collateral.” I lean back in my chair and look down my nose at him. “What do you have that is valuable enough to have as collateral?” Mrs. Mason whimpers in the chair next to her husband.

“I-I, ehm… What I mean to say is… Eh… What do you want?” Sweat is pearling on Mr. Manson's forehead and neck. He fishes out a handkerchief from the pocket of his too small suit jacket to dry himself.

“I could take your bodies. Your wife’s and yours. Organs sell for quite a lot these days. You are pretty healthy, right?” The whimper that escapes both their mouths and the fear in their face brings a smile to my lips. “Or perhaps you would be willing to give me your daughter?”

“Please, no. Not Marissa. She is still young and she’s innocent. She shouldn’t have to die.”

“Who said anything about her dying? A beauty like her is more valuable alive.” Now they’re shaking in their chairs and my smile grows even larger. “So what do you say, Mr. Mason? Do we have a deal?”

Of course they couldn’t resist. That day solidified my sweet Marissa’s fate. Her parents may have hoped to repay me but instead their debt grew to unimaginable proportions. They may even have thought that they could give their own lives when it was time. But cowards like them always look for an escape. When it was time to pay up they tried to run away. 

I huff to myself. Fools! And had they offered their organs I would have harvested whatever was good enough to sell. Would I have left Marissa to continue her life without me? No, of course not! She was mine from the first moment I saw her. I would have taken her as well. 

With a content sigh I turn off the water. I must not leave my love to wait for me. I don’t want to give her any ideas of defying me by leaving the pool without me. Because if she does I would have to punish her. I think it is a little early in our relationship for the kind of punishment I would like to give. With eager steps I exit the changing room to wait for Marissa by the pool.

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