Chapter 1

                             Rodri’s Pov

The burning wasn't close to any pain in the past, my left thigh ripped open and bled, and the crazy weird doer only smiled, urging me to say that sinful word that could crash my world in an instant.

“You've enjoyed it Rodri, you've screamed my name,that day as you came”

He reminded me of that terror, his brown gorgeous eyes that have tricked me that particular day, roams my body, finally settled on my injured leg, and his hands, like a cursed python,moved sluggishly on my lap, the pain crazily sickening and strangely soothing at the intensity of his rubs.

“I don't want to hurt you, don't make me”

He groaned, sneaking his large palm into my shorts and In no time, grabbed at my dick, his touches were so gentle as he caressed the tip,a taunting smile appeared on his face as he let go.

“I will take you right here, In Front of the camera”

He whispered, smiling, as if his threat weren't purposely to inconvenience me, how can I get involved with such a psychopath, who seems to me like the perfect man to align my messy life.

“I might have to do this then”

He said, beaming, his hands skillfully unbuttoned my shirt and I screamed in absolute terror, I grabbed the piece of paper with a pen and scribbled my signature on it.

“I want you master”

I yelled, amidst tears, my utterance was recorded like a shameful confession and he'd threatened to use it against me if I ever tried to run.

“Good boy”

He praised, hurling me into his arm like a toddler in a hunk arm, I stole glances at his perfect jaw, the one my hands now crave to touch, he took me to his room, that magnificent room that's given me sweet dreams after our first time together.

Yes I loved it, the feel of his large palm softly stroking me, and I haven't regretted it until he found me again, wanting to keep me as his, forever.

“Was I mean”?

He asked, his look full of concern as he blew air on my cut, the one he'd inflicted on me with his long sharp nails.

I nodded, unable to resist the feeling that now lurked in my head, his eyes fixed on my hard dick, and he watched in awe, what he did to me.

“You're mine now Rodri, and I have got time to devour you “

He said matter of factly, he pulled his shirt off and disappeared into the bathroom, I squeezed my eyes close,the memories of how he'd take me over the bathroom wall clouded my thinking.

My patience grew wider, I have greatly feared getting acquainted with the wealthy people,but here I am being calm and anticipating to be used by the down to earth man, who had given me a chance to save my sick mother, and then something that's shameful and yet feels so right.

I have just stood up from the bed when he came out of the bath, his eyes shone with unspoken words, and I don't care, his body drips, and the white towel wrapped neatly around his torso does absolutely nothing to hide his perfect 13 inches long dick.

“Don't just stand there”

He uttered and his husky tone jerked me out of my wild thinking, he moved closer and stopped, his eyes intense on mine as he tossed the towel away, and helplessly his hard length screamed to be cherished.

“Come here Rodri”

He said,his voice hoarse, his body gives him away totally, he's so lost under my prying eyes, I do affect him too, just as he affects me too.

The pain on my thigh reminded me of his ruthlessness, and in-between my crazy wants, the weird need to scream his name as he pounds into me lies, there's another need to taunt him.

“I need to go”

I said all seriously, his eyes hardened and a bit of pain flashed through it. No matter how big of a man he's, I know I can hurt him too, and that thought completely soothes me.

“You know what I can do to you Rodri, you can't tell me no”

He said and bit down on his upper lip, the image sent a rush of pure want to my spine and my dick stood rigid, that felt so intense, just the way he'd skilfully invaded the passionate realm of my lips, one thing for sure, he's so good at it.

“I still hurt from last time, and also…”

I stopped and he moved closer, he might have noticed that I flinched at his closeness,so he stopped, urging me to continue with my words.

“You kind of kidnapped me, I am not in the right state to, to…”

How I hate this part of me, I am 22 and once, I made out with Kelly, the prettiest girl in my class, she'd craved me after that day and I'm sure I have been a man enough to get her attention, since Kelly never settles for shit.

But here I am with a man a few years older. If I wasn't mistaken, he's 30, his profile said so. Stammering and shy.

“It's okay, there's always another day”

He said slowly, and I nodded, how much I would have loved the feel of his fresh large hand stroking my balls as he jerked up inside of me, his handsome face which would later go down between my legs.

My dick jumped at the thought, the excitement couldn't be hidden, since he's a better judge of character, he seems to know what goes on in my head and all over my body.

I remember how I did not want to make a sound the first day but I lost myself and screamed for salvation only he could give that moment.

The feel of his mouth wrapped against my dick still fresh in my brain and he grinned, as if knowing what I'm thinking, his devilish smirk of pure celebration, it annoys me greatly, he'd got a good control of the situations, he'd always been the rational one.

“Stop fighting it, let me fuck you please” .