"Stand up," Eros commanded her. She sprang up from bed scrambling over to him like a child offered some candy. "Undress me and take me all in, all of me.""Yes, master," she said and placed her hand on the band of his boxers to pull it down."With your teeth."She nodded and moved closer, gently biting the band of his boxers, careful not to touch his flesh. It took a little effort, but she pulled down his shorts and his hardened cock sprang out at her. She watched it with sheer pleasure, her eyes filled with greed and passion at the prospect of having his shaft in her mouth soon.Eros saw her reaction and he smirked. He decided to tease her the more. She was so eager to take him all in and he could tell she couldn't wait for him to be buried deep inside her. He moved away from the bed and her eyes fell as she watched him go into the other room where the binds were. She collapsed back in bed with frustration and started touching herself again, while Eros sorted through the equipment he
Cassandra knew she was on the verge of death now and somehow; her other half blamed her for being stupid. She couldn't even raise a finger now and her eyelids felt so weak that they could barely stay open. Worms bit at her intestines and her stomach churned terribly. She was divided into two people one part of her reminded her of how foolish she was while the other dignity part of her egged her on to die with dignity. The other part reminded her that it was only sex, and in this century, everyone was having sex. She could save herself from all this. Then what? the other part would ask. To become just another sex slave? That was not the life she wanted, that was not the life she had dreamt for herself. So how was she going to fulfill that life if she died here? But she hated Eros so much that she couldn't let him get what he wanted, it would be over her dead body, that he sleeps with her and leaves her to writhe in pain. It was over her dead body that she lets him win. Then
A few days passed, and no one came into the room. It was only Cassandra and Bully in the room. Whenever Bully left the room, he always locked the door, the window was high and guards were walking around downstairs, there was no way for Cassandra to escape even if she wanted to. She has done everything to get Bully to talk with her, but the man was so staunch about being quiet. She noticed that he was always looking out of the window, so when he wasn't around, she went and looked and found that he was watching the other men playing games.For some weird reason, she felt pity for him, even though she wasn't supposed to. She felt it was because of her that he doesn't get the chance to do something that might be the only thing that makes him happy in that mansion. That day, Bully dropped the food in front of her and walked away toward the window. She stared at the gun strapped to his back. Bully was a big man, and she could never be able to whisk a gun out of his hand if she wanted to. If
Bully's laughter bounced off the walls and Cassandra was surprised that he could laugh like that. His whole body shook with the laughter and Cassandra was still perched on his body. She felt so small on his massive body. Then his laughter died down gradually and he set Cassandra down. "Next time, you don't play with things you know nothing about," he said as he walked toward the gun.Cassandra bit her lower lip, fighting back a smile. Bully picked the gun up and turned to her. The darkness in his eyes has eased a little and they now held amusement. She played on, looking like she was still scared of the whole thing. Bully swirled the gun in his hand and smiled at her. "Go back to your food." She stood there still looking at him, refusing to comply. He stared at her for a while. "Why are you so stubborn?" he asked. "Am I the stubborn one here? I almost killed myself because you refused to say a word to me." "We are not supposed to be in talking terms, Miss." "The name is Cas
Lucia sprouted from her seat as Eros' solid structure stood by the door. He was dressed in a vintage shirt and plain black pants; his hands were shoved into his pockets. He was always dressed in vintage shirts with the few first buttons left open, giving a peek at his chiseled chest. His eyes were on her, and they burned her soul. It was high time she stopped acknowledging how good-looking he was and focus on the resentment she felt for him. Then he started walking into the room, his shoes hitting the hard floor. Lucia was already shaking like a leaf in winter and Bully stood with his hand clutched behind him. Cassandra could feel the magnitude of his presence. She slowly stood up as he moved closer to her, his eyes never leaving her. She lowered her gaze, unable to keep up with the sharpness of his eyes. He reached out to her, held her chin with his fingers, and raised it so that her eyes meet his. She felt her knees melting as their eyes locked. She quickly grabbed the table for s
Eros sat down on the single couch, waiting for Cassandra to be brought in. The door flung open in no time and Bully led a sexy dressed Cassandra inside. The bright lights were turned on and he could see her clearly. The chief has done a good job dressing her up. She wore a black skin-tight, leather skirt that exposed all the curves of her round booty. Even though she was still skinny, her sexy curves were still visible, and her pretty face has been accentuated by make-up. Her eyes were darker and pronounced with the help of the eyeshadow. Her top was cropped and revealed her flat belly. She hugged herself, covering what she could as Bully led her to stand in front of Eros. There was a chair behind her and a rope on top of it. Bully bowed slightly and left as quietly as he could, shutting the door gently behind him. Cassandra was left alone with Eros. She prayed silently for the ground to open up and swallow her, it would be better than having his lustful eyes ravishing her. She pick
He let the gun clatter to the floor, picked up his shirt, and started to button up Cassandra was sobbing silently now. She watched him as his back was to hers, thinking of any possible way to hurt him again, she started to remove her finger from the rope he used to bind her, while her eyes darted from one corner of the room to the other. She would make sure she killed him first, then she would kill herself. There was nothing in the room except for the revolver now on the floor and the only bullet in it had been discharged. It has shaken her out of her mind that if Dimitra didn't come in when she did, her brain would have been spilled over the wall behind her. She finally released her hand from the rope and still kept it there, watching Eros as he dressed up. He turned to look at her and she lowered her gaze. Not because she was scared of him, but because she was scared that what she had in mind would show in her eyes. "I am not done with you," Eros said and turned to leave. Ne
Carlos was not really surprised about the discovery. He has always known that Eros was bound to find out in one way or the other and he was ready to deny whatever accusations were thrown at him or he was going to accuse Dimitra of trying to seduce him. Since she was attacked by the mysterious woman that kills all of Eros' love interests, they have not been together, but she texted him that she wanted to see him at night. He would go and he would let her know about Eros' suspicion, but he came to the estate for another reason. The slave named Lucia had been wonderful to him the last time he was there and had left him wanting more. She had been so tight and wet that he had released in a matter of minutes. He has never felt like that fucking any woman before. She had promised him more if he made himself available again. Now he was available and he was going to a spot where she asked that they meet. He got up from the stool in the kitchen and walked out, looking around to make s