"Suck it, b*tch. Yeah, take it all in," he said as he pushed his length into her mouth, pounding into her mouth furiously. She gagged as the tip of his length kept hitting the back of her throat, but he didn't give a care in the world. All he wanted was his pleasure and satisfaction.
The woman was kneeling in front of him, blindfolded and her hands cuffed behind her back. He grabbed the back of her head to make her steady. When he was satisfied with pounding her mouth, he released her hair and removed his shaft from her mouth, excess water dropped from her mouth. He carried her to the couch in the room, her legs were bound too. He laid her down making her kneel on the couch, her face placed on the leather of the sofa. He took the whip from his bed and flogged her ass, she gasped in pleasure. He flogged her again, she let out another moan of pleasure, he kept flogging her until she said her safe word. He dropped the whip and went up to the couch, kneeling behind her, spread her legs, and drew her down to him. She kept purring, waiting for him to jam her. He tore the sachet of the condom in his hand and wore it.
He spanked her ass and she moan sensually, he spanked her again and she let out a sensual moan. He aligned his throbbing cock with her wet pussy and in a swift motion, he drove in. She screamed and tried to scramble away from him, but he held her still, plunging into her, not letting her adjust to his size. She kept gasping in pain as he ravaged her, spanking her occasionally. He pillaged her until her painful gasps slowly turned into moans as she gradually shifted to his size.
"Oh, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck," she purred.
He spanked her again as her voice echoed in the room. After a while of hard sex, he hit her G-spot.
"Yes, yes, yes. Oh, sh*t," she slurred as he brought her to her climax and slowly removed himself from her, and left her squirting.
He went down from the couch, peeled the condom from his shaft, walked naked to the waste bin, and disposed of it. He shifted his peach curtain and looked out into the beautiful view of the city, glittering with tiny shiny lights from houses and rooftops against the darkness. It was drizzling and the cloud grumbled promising heavier rainfall later at night. His phone started to ring inside and he turned remembering that his submissive was still tied up. It gladdened him that she was helpless. He walked back, ignoring her she still purred softly.
He picked up the phone and put it to his ear, stroking his shaft. "What?"
"Don, we have found the scalawag that stole from us," the voice at the other end said.
"Where is he?"
"We took him to the dungeon."
He turned to look at the woman still moaning on his couch and it infuriated him. "Hold on," he said to the man on the phone and went over to her, and removed her blindfold.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes crinkling into a smile. He ignored her and took off her bondage cuffs.
"Dimitra, it's time to leave."
"What? I want more," she whined.
"Hello," he spoke into the phone again, ignoring her.
"Should we waste him, Don?"
"I will do that myself. Give me five minutes." He turned to the woman. "What are you still doing here?"
She eyed his massive cock and flashed him a mischievous smile. He left her front and walked towards his walk-in closet.
"No way," he said, knowing what she wanted.
"Just five minutes, please."
He loved when people begged him, but tonight, it was clearly irritating him. He had been too lenient with the b*tch that she thinks she can behave anyhow with him. She should know her place and know he wasn't in for this sh*t. He wore black jean pants, zipped up, and walked up to her, grabbing her neck and making her stand on her feet.
"I hate saying the same thing twice, now pick whatever belongs to you and leave immediately, unless you want me to throw you out naked." He pushed her away and she fell on the couch, her eyes hurt, more from the fact that she didn't get what she wanted than from the way he treated her.
A few hours later, his sleek black BMW drove into the empty warehouse. He left the headlights on for a while listening to nothing in particular. There was no noise in the warehouse except for the incessant drumming of the rain on the roofs. He dialed the number that had called him. It rang once and the voice answered.
"Don?"
"Bring the fool out."
"Si jefe," [Yes boss] the voice said.
In no time, two men dragged out a wounded man in chains to the view of his headlights and forced him to kneel. The captive was wounded. He had a deep cut on the left part of his forehead where thick blood trekked down his blinded left eye. His clothes were torn and other than his tattoo, he had purple marks on his body. Marks of torture. He was whimpering in pain.
The man in the BMW watched them for a while, reached for his .44 Magnum in his dashboard, corked the gun, unstrapped his seatbelt, and went out of the car, heading straight to the men. He wore a simple black hoodie and jeans with white sneakers, he covered his hoodie as he went towards the men. The captive's eyes dilated when he saw him and he wriggle in terror.
"Ple...please don...don't kill me."
He walked up to the man and pointed the gun at his forehead, his brows drawn into a frown as he placed his finger on the trigger. "Any last words?"
"I can...can explain please..."
"I gave you business and you dare steal from me?"
"No, that's not it boss. My wife was sick..."
The man was cut short by a resounding gunshot that resonated throughout the whole of the dark warehouse. He fell back, his eyes wide open and looking surprised. The bullets carved a deep hole in his forehead. The man in the hoodie turned on his heels.
"Discard his body and get me his daughters if there are any."
"Yes, boss," the other two men chorused. He walked back to his car.
Eros Castillo. A living terror, The devil's son or Lucifer reincarnated were some of the names he was called. The most common was Lucifer reincarnated. Eros Castillo had no feelings for any living thing, he was feared throughout the town and beyond. He was known for two things. He doesn't smile and he has the devil's smirk. To people, it was better he frowned at you than a smirk. He was a very formidable young Mafia lord who has defeated his rivals without effort. He was more feared than respected and runs half of the town's political sector, so he was invincible. But one remarkable thing about him was his face and his body.
Just like the real Lucifer, he was dangerously handsome and drop-dead sexy, with an innocent face that could get a first-timer arguing he could hurt anything. He only listen to one person in the whole wide world and that was his grandmother who was partially blind. She is his only surviving family, the only human he considers worthy. He was a sadist and hated the word 'family' so much. Not so many people know why not even the ones he considers his friends. No one dared ask him questions.
He got back into the car, honked, and drove out of the warehouse in reverse, while the two men stood looking at him. As soon as his car was out of the warehouse, they set to work. Eros drove over the speed limit because the poliza knew his cars and no one dares pull him over unless they want to be paying with their lives. He took out a cigar, lighted it, turned on the trap music, and nodded to its rhythm while he smoked and drove. His phone rang, and he slowed down.
"Spill," he said, once he had clicked on the answer button in his car.
"Mr. Orion just got back."
"Prepare yourself and your men, we are going to pay him a little visit tomorrow," he said and smirked devilishly, stepping on his throttle again.
Mr. Orion thinks he could run with his money. Pathetic people, they don't know that he would fish them out wherever they run to. When they come to ask for money, they cry and say all the problems in the world, but when it's time to pay back, they start misbehaving. It was all in his favor, whether or not they paid. If they paid, they pay him back with huge interest, if not he drags them or their wives or children to become his slaves. He smirked again as his car shot forward.
Cassandra stopped fighting when she realized that no matter how hard she wriggled her body, she was not going to be able to escape her captors. She had gone completely blank when that huge man hit her and when she had woken up, she had seen herself in the middle of two hideous-looking men with big bald heads and tattoos even on their heads. She was scared but being stubborn, she won't let them see her fears. Even though she couldn't escape even if she wanted to, they still tied her all up. There were four men in the car with her, two in the front seats, and the other two were in the backseat with her, she didn't think she had seen the man that hit her into oblivion.She didn't even know where she was being taken to, but she knew she was going to escape these people very soon, although she didn't know how that was going to happen. Then she remembered the gunshots she had heard back at their farmhouse and tears strolled down her cheeks. They killed her father.
Eros flipped the whore over and was about to go into her when his phone rang, he glanced at the nightstand, and although he couldn't see the name on the screen clearly, he kept looking at the phone as it vibrated on the wood. He ignored it and plunged into the woman who moaned with pleasure, but he was losing concentration because the phone wouldn't stop ringing. He grunted and pulled out of the horny woman, the interruption turned him off already and his shaft became flaccid immediately. He reached for the phone, rolled over, and laid on his back. It was Javier, his friend, and his business partner."Can you explain to me why you chose to call me by this time of the day?" he asked once he answered the call."Eros, the deal is done. I talked with the investors from Kuwait," Javier's bobbly voice sounded over the phone.The whore climbed Eros' body, looking at his shaft which was still sealed with a condom. He ignored the woman because the topic Javier was talking about was a very
Apollo was quite uncomfortable with the atmosphere at home. His parents were not sounding completely happy, even though they were all smiley. They were happy to see him, but he was certain there was something else they were uneasy about. He had just come back from the army and was excited that he was home. He had gathered enough money to claim his bride and he had spoken to his parents about it, and they had been happy about it, but he had not wanted to tell Cassandra's family, he wanted it to be a surprise. But with the negative vibes, he was getting that night, he knew something was definitely up. It must be news about Cassandra getting married to another man. He had braced himself for that news.He let it hang in the air until he was done freshening up and until his mother served the dinner. As they ate, he observed his parents and realized they were avoiding any topic concerning the Lopez's. When he couldn't pretend anymore, he dropped his spoon drawing his parent's attention
WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ This chapter contains violence, use of substance, and strong language. Read at your own discretion.The brunette mixed the substance on the table, hit it with a ruler, and sniffed it. She smiled as she sniffed in the substance and tilted her head up, looking at the ceiling. This was what she lived for, this was why she kept all those drug lords and rich men around, they give her enough money to get her coke. She wanted nothing more in life as long as she kept f*cking men to get her coke. Last night's client was one she wouldn't forget in a hurry. He was a hunk, very hot and handsome, and a master in bed too. He was the kind of client she needed every night, he didn't only give her the most mind-blowing sex, but he also tossed her a huge pay, which would last her a few days. And she loves his angry spirit.Although he had been mad at her for disrupting his phone call with his friends, she still found him sexy even when he tossed her out of bed and choked her while threa
WARNING⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞: This chapter contains sexual content which might be offensive to some readers. Please do not read if you are below 18. Do not read if you are not a fan of BDSM sex. Read at your own discretion.Cassandra watched as the two women bonded with ropes and cuffs and knelt on the floor. She didn't understand anything Lucia said to her. She leaned closer to Lucia again and whispered. "Do you mind explaining the game to me?" "Is BDSM, you know what it means right?""I have heard of it.""Okay, now you are going to watch it and know what it entails. Just watch and learn. Most of these men here are very dominant when they have sex, so this is what they do to you when you go into the bedroom with them. You become their slaves.""How does that even work...?""We have two slaves here!" a middle-aged man announced, interrupting Cassandra and Lucia. The crowd in the room cheered.Lucia quickly turned away from Cassandra as if glad she was liberated from the floods of questions
WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞 This chapter contains sexual content which might be offensive to some readers. Only for 18+ readers. Cassandra never thought she would enjoy this kind of sex whatsoever. The women were literally in pain and were crying and she wondered how anyone could consent to be punished in the name of sex. The men were using vibrators on the women, whose hands and legs were hung and spread apart now and they were screaming, but the screams sounded like it was that of pleasure. The audience was cheering, and when the men inserted their shafts into the asses of the women, they began to moan as the men banged them menacingly."Do you f*cking like it?" the men kept asking as they banged the women.The girls kept nodding and replying in muffled voices as the men hit them. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" the girls kept screaming. Cassandra stood up and whispered to Lucia that she was going to the restroom. She felt like she was suffocating in the room. Lucia pointed her toward
The time to choose a girl to spend the night finally came. Cassandra was surprised to see other girls as new as she was brought out to the center of the room. The old girls filed up at a corner, while the new girls line up at a corner. As expected, the new girls were all nervous and some of them were wiping from what they have heard. Cassandra didn't want to get nervous, but her hands kept quivering. They were required to clutch their hands behind them and keep their heads straight. Eros was the first to choose a woman of his choice and he had to start with the old girls. Cassandra knew most of those old girls were pretty and she hoped he chose from there. But Eros looked over the faces of the girls and he didn't seem to have any interest in any of them. It seemed he was searching for someone because he looked long at only brunettes, or maybe he was into brunette women. When he was done with the old girls and didn't pick any of them, Cassandra could see the disappointment i
"Perfecto! Perfecto!" Eros bellowed. Cassandra stared bewilderedly at him. What was he saying? Was he going to take her virginity just like that? Without passion? The real question was if she was going to lose her virginity like that to this dangerous man. She rather dies. She hated him even more for being so casual about her purity. Cassandra stared at him with so much hatred, but she bet that was not going to ruffle him either, he had sold his soul to the devil, and nothing could soften his heart. "Now, strip down and come here." It was a command. His voice has taken a more serious note. It was clear that she has wasted his time enough. But she couldn't bear to be deflowered by a man who didn't even have any atom of feeling for her. What was he going to do after he was done with her? Throw her out of the room, while she was in pain? Leave her in the room and walk away when he was in the room. She fought back her tears, she was not going to show vulnerability, it was o