Chapter 5

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GABRIELLE pov's.

While I was being gripped tightly, I could sense the man's offish eyes gazing directly at me even though I couldn't see his face since my eyes were blindfolded.

His strong overpowering cologne shove my nose, eliciting my stomach to make a crunch; pungent peppermint laced with sweet honey.

“…I and my son wanna have you, you will be our nooky PLAYTHING and nothing else!" Mr. Reagan asserted, and a sharp gasp broke out from my lips.

This is absurd!

Mr. Reagan's statements were shell shock to me and my mouth was wide open in an 'O' shape, I was stunned to the core and I was running out of air from my lung.

This is an abomination!!

At this moment, I was still deadened in my stance as the surges of nonplus were submerging my whole body coarsely.

Suddenly, the man clenching my hand promptly let go of my arm and he untied the blindfold which had concealed my eyes.

Unhurriedly, I flutter my eyes open which has the difficult to readjust to the scenery of the room which appeared to have an indigo blue light.

Even if the blue light was dim, I could still see the room crammed with all sorts of sexual weapons and torturing whips, tables crammed with bonds, and then, the standing poles —this is completely a BDSM ROOM.

Rightly in front of me, my eyes were now stuck on the terrific man in front of me. If not for anything else; I would have screamed out loud when I saw how sharp and distant his eyes were on me.

I quickly obscured my protruding breasts with my left hand, while I made use of my other right hand to hide my pussy.

Hell! I was exposed nakedly to their lustful eyes!

Without further ado, Hidalgo pulled my hand harshly again —making me believe that he derives some certain kind of euphoria when he roughly manhandle me.

Dragging me to the torture chair which Mr. Regan, his father had ordered him. Hidalgo pushed me aggressively into the torture chair, and I let out a yelp.

“Mr. Reagan, please let me go! I solely reject this marriage, I don't want it!" I was badly pleading now, while Hidalgo busily cuffing my hands on the armrests and my legs too were not left out of the torment.

Hidalgo's fierce expression was directly snarling at me. However, my beseeching eyes were swayed to Mr. Reagan who kept on smirking mischievously back at me.

Mr. Reagan could be mistaken to be in his thirties but I knew he was in his forties, judging from his grand birthday party last year which was displayed worldwide.

He's got small green eyes, long stubble beards, and herculean shoulders. No doubt, he's well-knit but not as ruggedly gorgeous as his son.

His eyes wandered from my expose breasts down to my well-shaved pussy, I saw him lick his bottom lips hungrily and his adam apple work as he gulped down drily.

In my mind, I knew his cock was badly hard right now. But hell, never would I let this man who's closely old enough to be my father to glaze a finger on my skin.

A table was situated in the middle of me and Mr. Reagan, separating the both of us as he happens to be perching at the other end of the table.

Somehow, my eyes glance down at the table and I saw a document. My eyes squinted, and I peek up at Mr. Reagan whose grin widened the more all over his face.

Thus, Hidalgo pulled away from me, walking closer to the table and he pushed the document to me.

Inwardly, I knew I was caught in the hop and I asked "What's this?" And Mr. Reagan placed his both hands jointly on the table.

"This is a contract, read through and sign wherever it is necessary!" Hidalgo icily replied instead to me, his dangerous eyes settling on me.

No doubt, at the engagement party, he never looked at me with disdaining eyes so intense and severe as the one I see of him now.

But right now, the coarse contempt I saw in his grey beautiful eyes which I had come to adore were glaring maliciously and viciously at me.

"It wasn't intentional when I jolted into your lovey-dovey party last night," I was now saying, hoping he'd understand me but his eyes were apathetic. "You were about to engage that lady because you love her, yeah? Then why are you doing this? Why do you want to marry me when you barely even know me?" I uttered to him.

"That contract isn't a marriage contract if that's what you are thinking, baby girl!" Mr. Reagan spewed with a laugh and I glimpse at him, his eyes ogling at my bare pink pussy.

I nervously frowned. "T-then what is it?" I squirm.

"A sex contract, you get to please me and my son. Don't worry, you will be highly compensated and you will get married to Hidalgo to hide the real bargain behind the contract!" He explained, and everything dawned on me instantly.

Mr. Reagan wants me to get married to Hidalgo, a goddamn fake marriage! Everyone will believe we are both married but behind doors; I was gonna be a sex doll to both of them. How disgusting!

I thought Mr. Reagan has a wife!

I also thought Hidalgo has a woman he loves!

Then, why me? Why suffer me?!

"I'm not gonna sign this shit!" I angrily disagreed and immediately I felt a hand grip the creek of my neck, and Hidalgo's face leans forward to mine.

I sharply gasped for wind, I would have sprung out of the chair but I was cuffed to the torture chair. My neck was choking badly, and I coughed painfully.

Our noses were practically touching, our eyes a few inches away from each other —it was eyeball-to-eyeball gaze!

The air around us was unsettled and enthusiastic.

"You are gonna sign it!" Hidalgo growls to my face and then, he lets go of my neck freely and he cupped my nipple instead and squeezed the hell out of it.

"Argh!" I roared in pain, and my nipples hardened as the aching pains flushed through my tissues. "Please, stop!" I begged, but his fingers tightened the more and my scream increased.

Somehow, it was as if my piercing moans were fascinating to his ears and he leans further to me again; biting my right earlobe teasingly and I shuddered slightly.

"...think about your mother, Gabrielle!" Mr. Reagan who has been keenly watching his son game with my body said to me.

My eyes which I never recall closing instantly snap open and I gape at him narrowly with fear, and my breath quickened intensely.

"M-my mother!" My breath hitched, I was becoming breathlessly while Hidalgo pulled slowly away from me "My mother has nothing to do with this!" I growled frustratingly.

Mr. Reagan simply chuckled, I looked up at Hidalgo just to see his reaction but I caught him eyeing his father with a dazed and perplexed expression.

Hmm, strange.

"Untie her!" Mr. Reagan ordered, his eyes beaming directly at me.

Hidalgo seems to be contemplating something in his mind I guess. Then, he swiftly shifted to me and uncuffed me.

I grunted.

Hidalgo didn't mind me wincing, and I didn't for a second make a complaint since I didn't want Mr. Reagan to change his mind about freeing me.

"Sign the contract and your mother will be on my safe boat or else; I'm afraid whatever happens to her will be your guilt to carry!" Mr. Regan tells, now dramatically brushing his forehead.

I swallowed emptiness, there's no way out I could get out of this mess, I thought in my mind —I won't be able to bear the guilt if anything should happen to my mother.

In as much I don't mingle fondly with her; she's still my MOTHER.

Promptly, I drag the document to my front, shakily picking the pen up while I stare unwillingly at the consensual words engraved boldly on the upper layer of the document.

Forthwith, my erratic fingers began to mark every speck which was necessary to sign on. A few times I'd glance up at Hidalgo, and I caught him staring darkly at my breasts —he'd look away whenever our eyes accidentally hooked together.

I inwardly scoffed.

Eventually, I was done and I pushed the document back to Mr. Reagan and he nods at me in approval.

Hidalgo placed a butt on the table, folding his manly hands on his large chest.

Meanwhile, his father was standing on his feet dominantly and he flooded towards me.

“The wedding will take place in three days!” Mr. Reagan asserted, and I saw Hidalgo pupils grow.

I twitched shakily, shivering vulnerably in the chair.

“My pretty plaything” Mr. Reagan calls sexily, he leans down to me and hungrily bestows kisses on my neck while I deeply groan in hesitant.

Through his shoulders, I saw Hidalgo's cold eyes on me, they were dark and overpowering and I felt these unexplainable feelings in me.

For a second, his eyes were on my full rosy lips, and then, he’d averted his gaze to somewhere in the room.

“...won't you call me daddy, my pretty plaything?” Mr. Reagan chuckles into my ear, but inwardly he was powerfully demanding.

“D-daddy!” I gasped for air, trembling in the torture chair as he was now aggressively touching me.

Never in my life have I ever fancied the sexual idea of sharing my cunt at the same with both father and son!

“…I and my son wanna bend you over that stuff pier table worth $ 4.6 million and fuck the decency out of you!” Mr. Reagan naughtily rasped, with a stern grin on his face.

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture.

These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving.

Darn it!

Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe!

Gosh!!!

“Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.