LILY I press my lips in a thin line and shake my head, storming back into the room. I hear the front door slide open and shortly after close. Heavy footsteps approach me where I'm arranging my clothes to leave. "Lily. It's not what you think." I turn around and throw the fastest thing I can grab at him, the pillow. "Then, what is it? Tell me." I yell loudly. "You fucked another woman again, the same night we were intimate." "Lily." He makes a move to me. "Don't call my name." I'm so mad, I don't even want to listen to him. "Why did you fuck her?" "Lily, listen to me." He shouts at me. I quiet for a while, then scream again. "Maybe you know what? I think you deserve everything you suffered back in Italy because you don't care about anybody but yourself. You're just a dark sadist who loves hurting people because you are immune to pain. You're so used to pain that nothing can hurt you again. You deserve the rape, starvation, and..." I stop. I'm gone too far. I intend to hurt him,
LUCA "It's a spiky dildo. You sick bitch." "I don't care." "First, you have to pleasure me." I untie her. She falls weakly to the ground. Her wrist and ankles are red from the tight binding. I lower and kiss the red spots. "Crawl to me." I remove my jeans, and my cock pops out. I sit on the only comfortable seat in the room. She crawls like a peasant to me. And skillfully starts sucking my cock. She's a professional whore. I should feel bad for letting another woman suck my cock, but I don't have morals. She sucks like a greedy animal. And slowly the tension around my cock eases. Harsh spasm coursed through me and into her mouth. I slowly redraw from her mouth. My body pulsed harshly as I cum on her face and tits. I hate myself because all through the BJ, I kept seeing Lily's face and thinking of how she could have done it better. I rise from the bed and throw the spiky dildo on the cheap whore. "Go fuck yourself." LILY "Luca." I call him the second time, raising my voice hig
LILY'S POV "How will you punish me?" I dare ask. A smile curves on his lips, but there's no humor in it. He squeezes my left-ass chick. I Yelp and move suddenly. "Why don't you break one rule, and then we'll find out how I'm going to punish you?" He pinches my ass and draws me closer, kissing me hungrier. I match his energy in returning the kiss. I want to touch him, but I can't. Rule 1: do not touch. He carefully drops me on the bed like I'm a fragile package he doesn't want to break. His lips continue their torment on me, setting my whole body on fire. I moan and kiss him. His lips undress me, pushing down my crop top and bra, letting my tits spill out. He slaps the corner sides of my tits playfully before sucking on the already hard nipples. I breathe in and out; little moans escape my throat. I part my lips and breathe out, my chest heaving as I throw my head to the side. My toes curl and my legs move on their own accord, twisting every which way on the bed. My fingers g
LILY. "How have you been?" Tiffany smiles from across the table where she's seated. I let out a long sigh. "Good, I guess." I don't know how I'm supposed to be feeling or what I'm supposed to be. One moment, I'm so sure and certain of Luca's feelings for me, and the next, I'm so confused at who he is. Am I so stupid for creating fantasies of him in my head? Am I so stupid for thinking I can change him and he can love me? Love? That's an alien word, one I'm very sure Luca doesn't know its meaning. Last night, he showed me a glimpse of himself I had never seen before. I won't say I didn't know it existed because I knew it existed; he had warned me of it too many times. I wonder who created that monster in him, the things that occasioned him to be that tough, because I'm very certain there's more to what he told me the night of my birthday. There's more. There has to be? "So you're really doing this?" Tiffany looks around the small restaurant, an extension of the supply store where
LILY My today is too dull. I have been aimlessly creating campaigns, editing content, and formulating sales speeches just to increase our company's social media reach. I yawn and run my palm across my face; I'm exhausted. My eyes scan the little cozy office where I work alone. I stop typing and take a deep breath, resting my head backwards into the chair. Cold air blows my hair from the open window behind me. I remain in the position for a while, enjoying the feel of a cold breeze on my back. I stretch my arms over my head and yawn widely. I sluggishly stand from my seat, dragging my feet across the ground in the direction of the small coffee maker. I turn it on and prepare a dark, bitter, and very hot coffee. Returning to my seat, I sip it slowly. I place the mug on the desk and pick up my phone. I swipe over to notifications and messages, but there's nothing new, especially not from who I'm anticipating, Luca. I sigh in frustration before throwing the phone back on the desk. I miss
LILY He lowers his head once again and continues his torment, making me scream and moan as he sucks and utters dirty words into my ears. "You're so fucking sweet, Lily. I want to fuck you in ten different positions; you think you can handle that?" He teases me by flicking my nipples. "Ahh..Luca." I tilt my body further upwards, literally pushing my tits back into his mouth and begging for it to be sucked. My inner thigh is throbbing. My entire body is hot and shivering with anticipation. I tighten my grip on the bedsheets as he inserts his fingers into my wet folds and his tongue savages my tits. I think I may die of excitement. I twist my hands in the heat of passion. I wrap my legs around his waist, the remnants of my clothes hanging around my thighs. His erection is resting directly on my center; as his fingers thrust in and out of me, his tongue sucks on my tits, and his erection moves up and down my center with practiced pace. His clothed form bouncing up and down my naked body
LILY I open my eyes and stare. Dazed. My aroused brain can't comprehend what he is saying. "Get off me. Move over." I was this close to reaching my orgasm, and he cut me short. This is my punishment for touching him. I slowly lift myself from him. My legs hit the ground, weak and shaky. I fall on the bed, and my eyes follow his gaze to the wet spot on his pants. The mess I created. He gives me a disapproving nod. "If you want to touch me, you have to make me cum." I look him over. "That's not only me. Your cock is leaking." He stands up, and his cock is still as erect as ever. I bet that hurts. I'm still horny; he didn't let me reach my orgasm. "Let me help you finish up; that's going to hurt." I point to his cock and bit my lips suggestively, lifting my legs slightly high so that he can see my perfect shade of pink. Who is this girl that's shamelessly lying naked in a man's hotel suite and trying to seduce him? "Don't worry. I will finish it up." What does he mean by that? "
LUCA The past—Age 16. I walked around the room in nothing but my briefs as I searched my box for my only pair of faded black pants and a shirt. The room is tiny, with three mattresses positioned on the floor. We're lucky we get to stay only three here because some slaves sleep up to ten in a room. That's exactly what we are—slaves. Anytime we seemed to forget and demanded better remuneration for our exploitation, the manager wasted no time in reminding us who we are: slaves, male whores, and above all, boys whose families don't want. My roommates are out of the brotel and working their asses off in the club. I moved my long legs around the room, swearing in my native tongue as I searched furiously for the black pants. Sometimes my roommates took my stuff, but whenever they did, it always ended in a bloody brawl. "Why are they so stupid? Why do they give taking my stuff?" The first two years while I was here, I refused to believe that my dad actually abandoned me; he had deceived m
LILY"Your grades are so poor and your attendance is slacking behind; if you keep this up, Lily, you won't graduate...blah blah blah." Mrs. Patricia's lips move up and down in a funny way.That is all the counselor has been saying since she called me into her office this morning. I raise my hands up to say something, but she signals me to remain quiet. I bit my lips in, while my fingers drum unconsciously on my thighs, and my eyes dart across the small office."Lily!" Mrs. Patricia snaps her fingers in my face."Oh." I jolt back to reality.What was she saying now?"Now, what are you waiting for?""What? Oh, is it time for me to go?" I carry my bag and start standing."Oh, it's not time for you to go everywhere. Sign the papers before you."Taking my seat, I look down on the desk, flipping the pages of the documents. "What are these?"The counselor adjusts her glasses. "An undertaking of good behavior. You will not miss your classes or any test henceforth."Is this school thing by for
LILY"Go, I'm coming behind you.""No, we were going together.""Oh. No." I shake my head and try to push Luca to move out of my room."Your mom already knows that I slept over." Luca sticks his hands into his pocket and gives me the bored look."What? How does she know?" He shrugs. "I bumped into her last night when I went to drink water.""Ohhh, so she thinks we're..." I am unable to complete my statement."She thinks that we're?..." He prompts me to say more."Oh, forget it.""Say it." He moves away from the door and closer to me."That we're seeing each other." I blurt out.He strokes my jaw slowly. "Is that why you're so tensed?" He pulls me closer and rests his hands on my ass. "If it makes you any better, I told her that I slept in the guest room. And that I came around because, with Smith's arrest and everything that is going on, you two deserve to feel safe and not vulnerable."I gulp. "Thank you." I try to pull away. "Now, you can go."He tilts his head to the side, studyin
LILY"It's all my fault I'm so stupid.""Nothing is your fault, Lily." Tiffany wraps her arms around me. "Should I get you water?" She stands up and starts heading for the kitchen. "You're stressing too much." "No, I don't want water." I snap. "This is all my fault; if I had not posted that picture on social media, none of this would have happened."Tiffany folds her wrist on her waist and stares at me. "You don't know that for sure.""Of course I do; that is what the officers said at the station; that document that I posted was given to my father in confidence to be kept private. Guilt was eating me alive in that station; that is the reason I had to run out of there and back to my home. Will my father be sentenced to prison?"Tiffany doesn't answer. I know her silence means yes. I rub my puffy eyes. "He can't be punished; it's all my fault."Tiffany sits in front of me. "You know no one knows you posted that photo online besides the two of us.""I used one of my fake profiles; they
LILY"What is the meaning of this?" My mom yells at me, mirroring my shocked expression."Eh... I was just...""Is this what you do when I'm out?" My dad barks angrily.I look down on my body to discover that the sheet is properly covering my body and my hands are still in my pajamas top, so it doesn't look suspicious. I almost thought they had walked in on me doing something stupid. So what are they talking about now?"You took my car that was neat and clean to school without my permission, and you brought it back looking like an accident victim."Oh, that's what he's talking about. I breathe a sigh of relief and look around. "Dad you make my car impossible to drive without my permission; you also froze my account.""You needed a little punishment and a reminder that you can't always get what you want. If you try to pull another crazy stunt, I will ground you." My dad paces around; he's shoulder looks so heavy as if he is carrying the problems of the whole world on it. "A lot of thin
LILY I don't know why I sneaked into the house through the backdoor; it's not like my dad didn't hear me drive in and couldn't see his meeting to scold me for my bad behavior, but somehow I feel good for doing it. Instead of taking the turn to my room, something snaps in me, and I take the turn to my dad's study. I'm dying of curiosity to know what's going on. I rest my ears against the door, trying to listen. But all I hear are incoherent muffled noises that make no sense. I can tell they are having an argument or some kind of confusion; everybody is talking at the same time. Maybe something has gone horribly wrong at the firm. I recognize my dad's voice, Luca's voice. Even my mom is in there? What's going on? I lean further into the door, and I don't know when the door is opened, but next thing I know, I'm falling forward into the room, but instead of falling into the room, I land on a heavy rock; its large form blocks my view of the room and shields me from being seen by those
LILY"Mom, what happened to my car?" I yell while entering the house and walking towards the dining room. "Why is my car suspended in the air with no wheels?"My mom turns around from the sink to face me. "Honey, your dad says that's your punishment; no car for you." There's no emotion on her face; she turns around to continue cleaning the plates with a towel."Punishment, what did I do, telling him I wanted to become a dancer?" I'm so pissed right now. Last night I caught Luca making out Mira. I kissed her to spite him. Both of them have been calling me nonstop since then, but I have refused to answer, and now my dad is punishing me for wanting to follow my passion. "Mom, you're not saying anything; you're in on this too, right?"She sighs deeply before untying the apron across her waist and hanging it on a pole. She leans her back against the sink. "Sweetheart, we just want the best for you; no parent wants their child to become a street dancer; there's no dignity in that."I chuckl
LILY My today is too dull. I have been aimlessly creating campaigns, editing content, and formulating sales speeches just to increase our company's social media reach. I yawn and run my palm across my face; I'm exhausted. My eyes scan the little cozy office where I work alone. I stop typing and take a deep breath, resting my head backwards into the chair. Cold air blows my hair from the open window behind me. I remain in the position for a while, enjoying the feel of a cold breeze on my back. I stretch my arms over my head and yawn widely. I sluggishly stand from my seat, dragging my feet across the ground in the direction of the small coffee maker. I turn it on and prepare a dark, bitter, and very hot coffee. Returning to my seat, I sip it slowly. I place the mug on the desk and pick up my phone. I swipe over to notifications and messages, but there's nothing new, especially not from who I'm anticipating, Luca. I sigh in frustration before throwing the phone back on the desk. I mis
Luca Lily is never this late. I glance at my wristwatch impatiently. "It's 4:00pm already." I mutter under my breath. Sitting on the bed, I stamp my feet on the floor to prevent me from pacing. I slide to the texting app on my phone and view the last message I sent to her. There's no reply, but she never replies. She just shows up. I click on her number and dial it again; it doesn't ring. The network provider says it's not reachable. Fuck!! Maybe she's at Tiffany's. I dial Tiffany's number. She answers on the first ring. "Hey Tiffany, is Lily with you?" There's a long pause on the other line. I think I may have lost her. I stand to my feet and start pacing. "Tiffany, are you still with me?" "Yes. Yes. Lily is not with me." Another long pause. "She's not with you?" I rake my fingers through my hair. "No, she's not." I stop pacing and lean against the wall, drumming my fingers on the wall. "Do you know if she's still at her workplace?" "It's already two hours past her closing tim
LILY I'm sitting on the grass in the park watching children play games with their parents cheering them on. Some children are dancing and running around and taking pictures, and every moment looks like a dance move. The parents rallying around their kids are a mocking reminder to me that I lack love and support. "Hey, can I join you?" I look up to find a young girl standing in front of me. She's wearing a very short skirt and cropped top; she looks older than me, maybe 21 or so. She smiles and shifts her brown hair from her face. I ignore her and look away. To my surprise, she takes the spot beside me, brushing her bare thighs against mine and sending signals to my body. I shift away. We sit down quiet together for a while, neither of us speaking. I'm looking at the kids playing faraway, but I'm not seeing them. From my peripheral, I can see this girl still staring at me. I absently check my phone to find out if anyone at home has called to check on me. My phone is buzzing; I powe