[Bianca]
***
"Close those fucking legs!" He raged out, half startling me as I swiftly closed my legs. This man was so...weird.
One minute he was unreadable and the next he'd lost his temper.
I slowly turned my gaze towards him, my mouth parted in surprise as I watched him rummage through his luggage. The sight alone gave me goosebumps—
He pulled out a pair of black plastic gloves, then a strange collar with a chain attached to it. "Come here," he twisted his neck, rising with his hands stretched upwards.
I hesitantly obeyed, walking up to him as he rose to place the collar on my neck—it came with a gag that prevented me from making any noises.
He reached down into another compartment and I thought my life was over.
'It's a knife! It's got to be!' If so, why was I still standing here?
Maybe because I'd let this fucking psycho wrap the collar chain around his left hand like I was some kind of wild dog.
To my surprise, he returned with a syringe.
Panicking, I tensed, ready to fight back. Before I could react, he stabbed the needle deep into my shoulder, injecting its contents into my bloodstream.
I tried to scream, to flee, but the chain yanked me back, keeping me locked in place. Tears streamed out of my eyelids as I bit down on the gag, knowing it was over—my life was over.
'My life is over.'
'My life...'
'My...haha,' I smiled, feeling the world around me spin. My body felt warm and light, a euphoric sensation rushing through me.
'Mother...fucker,' I chuckled against the gag, wobbling towards him with a clenched fist which flew straight for his face.
It missed, of course, sending me stumbling over the air.
He instantly grabbed my waist, holding me in place as he took off his mask, seeing that whatever he'd shot up my arm was working. Yet, I couldn't make out his face—only that devilish grin.
"I want to violate your body," he whispered, licking my earlobe before biting it lightly. He yanked my chains, pressing his erection against my stomach. "Beg me not to," he scoffed.
I whimpered until he forced the gag off. My mind fought to stay clear, but the drug muddled my thoughts, making it impossible to think straight. Instead of a scream, a soft "Please..." escaped my lips.
His eyes darkened with satisfaction as he guided me downward, the chain still firmly in his grip. My hands fumbled with his belt where his bulge teased imprints. My movements were clumsy, the effects of whatever he'd injected still coursing through me, making my fingers fumble with the leather. His eyes never left mine, watching me closely, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he allowed me to struggle.
By the time the zipper came loose, his thick, long cock raised its head, poking my cheek.
"Fuck..." I moaned, unable to look away. All I wanted to do was shove the length of it down my throat, but here I was, waiting to be told to do so.
He grabbed my hair, tilting my head back so that I looked him in the eye. He moved his finger over his cock, watching it swell and harden as he stroked it against my face. "Go ahead," his tip brushed against my lips.
My sloppy tongue trailed down his shaft, feeling his cock stiffened even more. My tongue circled the tip while one hand stroked down his thick member, earning a low groan.
"Eyes up, tongue out" he growled out, rocking his hips forward to meet my strokes. I could feel his erection poking down my throat and the fact that I had no gag reflex seemed to put him off.
"Ohh...that's fucking hot..." he whispered, grinding his hips against my warm, moist mouth while one hand held my skull in place.
With every stroke of his cock, my tongue swirled around it, causing it to tighten further. I was taking the whole thing down my throat like a pro and this man was more endowed than your average Joe.
He suddenly pulled away, unwilling to cum in my mouth before he could get down to business—after all, he spent a lot of money on this.
He yanked my chain, forcing me to get down on all fours as he positioned himself behind me, resting his erection between my butt cheeks as he spanked me hard. He took his gloves off, tugging my panties to the side as he grabbed both ass cheeks, squeezing them against his cock as he thrust between them.
He was teasing me, trying to drive me insane by doing this. And hell, it was working. All I wanted was for this man to put it in, my insides burning with lust.
He slipped two fingers between my wet folds, pleased to find me soaked and ready.
In a moment, he shoved his fingers inside, thrusting in, out and around in an attempt to stretch my walls.
A soft moan escaped my mouth, urging him onward—to do with me as he pleased.
Instead, he took his fingers out attempting to shove his erection inside my soaking pussy but missing the hole twice.
I reached out between my legs to grab it, knowing what this overbearing punk wanted and what I needed.
'I need to put it in,' was all I could think as my fingers curled around his shaft, rubbing it against my clit as I arched downward to get the aim right.
The moment my ass rose, he shoved his cock deep inside me, pumping hard as I gasped loudly.
His cock was huge and impossibly wide, so much so that I could feel it sliding in and out of me as my walls contracted around it.
"Nghh~" was all I could say, my eyes half rolled back in pleasure.
He yanked my chain, forcing my body up and my head against his shoulder. He grabbed my breasts, forcing my shirt open so the buttons popped. He squeezed those two supple lumps, kneading and moulding them while riding my ass like a damned rodeo.
My back arched further the moment he pinched my nipples, tugging and tweaking them until they hardened. He held those tits as he owned them—squeezing them as if they owed him buckets full of milk.
His thrusts grew increasingly fast, hitting me with such force that our bodies clapping might have echoed through the whole building.
I whimpered when he forced my body down to the ground without pulling out, my nipples pressing against the cold, hard ground.
"What..." Before I could ask, I felt his teeth sink into my shoulder, his balls spanking my clit mercilessly as he pumped harder.
I winced in pain when he bit harder, leaving teeth marks spread across my back.
"You fucking slut...ughhh," he groaned, his body tightening as he came undone inside me. That could have been the end of it, but when I glanced back, his cock was still erect, stained with traces of both our fluids.
He was panting when he pulled back, and an unsatisfied frown spread across his face like this was just a warm-up.
This man said he was going to violate me...and I had a feeling that he hadn't even begun.
[Dante] My eyes narrowed at the woman below me who was trembling violently. Her skin was flushed pink, especially those succulent pair of ass cheeks I'd been relentlessly slamming into moments ago. The agreement was clear: I could do whatever I wanted with her, and she was willing to endure even the most twisted of pleasures. I recognized desperation when I saw it and had no intention of showing her any mercy. "You still want my money, don't you?" I demanded, my voice hoarse from the exertion of earlier. She nodded, tongue out and panting heavily like a bitch in heat. I liked the hunger in her eyes—hell, I planned on getting my money's worth. Her blind submission was all thanks to the drugs I'd injected her with. The formula hadn't been perfected yet but it didn't need to be. Testing the prototype was half the thrill, especially for someone like Bianca. She was everything I'd hoped for—young, beautiful, desperate enough to sign anything I put in front of her. But tonight w
[Dante]I straightened my tie through the mirrored walls of the elevator, catching my reflection just long enough to make sure everything was in place. Sharp suit, impeccable posture, not a hair out of line...mostly. But there was always something missing—something I couldn't quite pinpoint, no matter how many times I adjusted the details. I checked my watch. Late again. My tongue clicked against the roof of my mouth, an automatic response to the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. The floor numbers blinked slowly as the elevator ascended, and the air reeked of air fresheners. This building, with its polished floors and glass walls, felt more like a cage than the empire I was supposed to be running. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open with a soft whoosh. A woman stepped in—one of my employees, Korean, small and fidgety. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she bowed twice in quick succession, her movements stiff and nervous. The usual reaction. I didn't bother acknow
[Bianca] "Bianca? Bianca? Earth to Bianca!" Cassie's voice jolted me from my thoughts, pulling me back to the busy clinking of silverware and chatter that filled the high-end restaurant. I blinked and looked up to see her standing a few feet away, hands on her hips, one eyebrow arched. She looked like she was fighting the urge to roll her eyes, but the sigh she let out said it all. I blinked, realizing I'd completely zoned out while holding a tray full of empty wine glasses. Wonderful—on my first day back from the hospital, too. "Sorry, Cassie," I mumbled, straightening up and shaking off the fog in my head. "Just...zoned out," I muttered, managing an apologetic smile. "Yeah, I noticed," she replied, her expression softening a bit as she scanned my face. "Look, I know you're eager to get back on your feet, but maybe this is too soon. I mean... after everything you've been through," she said, dropping her voice as if my recent life crisis
[Bianca] The moment our eyes locked, my entire body tensed. I knew instantly who he was—the same twisted, masked figure from last night. The man responsible for the bruises I'd hidden beneath my uniform, and now he was here, smirking at me like this was all some dark joke."You..." My voice came out in a low hiss, and his gaze narrowed with recognition. Keith, seated across, shifted uneasily, trying to stand, but Dante held up a hand, silencing him with an iron glance. They weren't equals in this relationship—that much was clear.All I wanted to do was wipe that smug look right off his face. I swung my fist, aiming right for his perfect, punchable jaw. Before I even got close, he caught my fist in midair and pulled me straight up to his lap without letting go. His face was close now, so close that I could feel his breath, low and steady against my cheek."Bianca," he murmured in an undertone that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to keep last night to yourself, aren't you? If
[Dante]I settled into the back seat, scrolling through emails on my phone, though my focus was far from the screen. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Keith's glances through the rearview mirror. He didn't look away when our eyes met. Bold, as usual. Finally, I lifted my head."Do, you need something?" I asked casually, my eyes still on the screen. His reaction was immediate—a small hitch of breath, followed by the slightest shift in his grip on the wheel. Keith wasn't the type to shrink under pressure, but he knew better than to test me. Especially with my unpredictable temper. "Just... I've never seen you chat so much with a waitress before. Then you reported her? Seemed out of character."I let the silence settle. My fingers tapped against my phone screen. Keith shifted uncomfortably, glancing at me in the mirror again. He knew how much I disliked being stared at. Keith was one of the few people who could get away with this kind of casual tone around me. He'd known
[Bianca]I groaned, rolling onto my back as I arched slightly. "god...he's a walking thirst trap," I muttered, already annoyed at myself for how true that was. Dante wasn't just attractive; he was downright lethal—the kind of man who could ruin a perfectly good night's sleep just by existing in my thoughts. The kind that was tailor-made to destroy any sense of dignity I had left. My fingers trailed over my shirt, grazing the sensitive skin beneath. No bra, of course. I could barely tolerate that bondage at home. My hand drifted downward, almost against my will, brushing the waistband of my panties, damp enough to confirm that I'd lost this internal battle the moment I opened his photo. Why did he have to look like that? Like some dark angel, shirtless, with a knowing smirk on his face as if he could see right through the screen as if he knew exactly what I was doing at this very moment.I lifted my phone once again, biting down on my lips as my thumb traced his image, recalling every
[Bianca]"Bianca Campbell."An officer's voice echoed through the cell block, startling me. I looked up from where I sat on the hard bench, my back aching from the endless hours of staring at the ground. The officer, a broad-shouldered guy with a slight frown and a ring of keys at his waist, nodded at me. "You're free to go. Someone posted bail."I stood up, brushing my hands against my jeans as his keys rattled within the lock. He pulled the cell door open. "Come on out."I walked out of the cell with my head down, my heart pounding, trying to think of an explanation to make what I did sound right.As soon as we rounded the corner into the waiting area, there he was, in dark shades and a purple hoodie: Grayson. The only person I'd thought to call. I broke into a run and threw myself into his arms, burying my face in his chest.His strong hands enveloped me. I'd promised myself I wouldn't cry—I really had. But the moment he began to rub gentle circles on my back, my resolve melted. I
[Bianca]I felt my body trembling in both frustration and rage. How dare he? Who the hell did he think he was? I didn't care how much money he thought he had, but he was out of his mind if he expected me to simply go down without a fight."B?""B?" Grayson's voice almost startled me, pulling me back to the present. His hand landed gently on my shoulder, causing me to flinch in response. I looked down at my own hands, only now noticing that my fists were clenched so tight my knuckles had turned bone white. Slowly, I unclenched them, letting out a shaky breath as I tried to regain control. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his tone soft. "Maybe just... take it easy, okay? I can stay back for a few days, and help you find somewhere new, somewhere decent. Make sure you're settled."I took another steadying breath, watching as the movers continued packing up my things with a strange, detached focus. I barely heard Grayson as he continued speaking until he said:"Or you could consider my offer,
[Bianca]I felt my body trembling in both frustration and rage. How dare he? Who the hell did he think he was? I didn't care how much money he thought he had, but he was out of his mind if he expected me to simply go down without a fight."B?""B?" Grayson's voice almost startled me, pulling me back to the present. His hand landed gently on my shoulder, causing me to flinch in response. I looked down at my own hands, only now noticing that my fists were clenched so tight my knuckles had turned bone white. Slowly, I unclenched them, letting out a shaky breath as I tried to regain control. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his tone soft. "Maybe just... take it easy, okay? I can stay back for a few days, and help you find somewhere new, somewhere decent. Make sure you're settled."I took another steadying breath, watching as the movers continued packing up my things with a strange, detached focus. I barely heard Grayson as he continued speaking until he said:"Or you could consider my offer,
[Bianca]"Bianca Campbell."An officer's voice echoed through the cell block, startling me. I looked up from where I sat on the hard bench, my back aching from the endless hours of staring at the ground. The officer, a broad-shouldered guy with a slight frown and a ring of keys at his waist, nodded at me. "You're free to go. Someone posted bail."I stood up, brushing my hands against my jeans as his keys rattled within the lock. He pulled the cell door open. "Come on out."I walked out of the cell with my head down, my heart pounding, trying to think of an explanation to make what I did sound right.As soon as we rounded the corner into the waiting area, there he was, in dark shades and a purple hoodie: Grayson. The only person I'd thought to call. I broke into a run and threw myself into his arms, burying my face in his chest.His strong hands enveloped me. I'd promised myself I wouldn't cry—I really had. But the moment he began to rub gentle circles on my back, my resolve melted. I
[Bianca]I groaned, rolling onto my back as I arched slightly. "god...he's a walking thirst trap," I muttered, already annoyed at myself for how true that was. Dante wasn't just attractive; he was downright lethal—the kind of man who could ruin a perfectly good night's sleep just by existing in my thoughts. The kind that was tailor-made to destroy any sense of dignity I had left. My fingers trailed over my shirt, grazing the sensitive skin beneath. No bra, of course. I could barely tolerate that bondage at home. My hand drifted downward, almost against my will, brushing the waistband of my panties, damp enough to confirm that I'd lost this internal battle the moment I opened his photo. Why did he have to look like that? Like some dark angel, shirtless, with a knowing smirk on his face as if he could see right through the screen as if he knew exactly what I was doing at this very moment.I lifted my phone once again, biting down on my lips as my thumb traced his image, recalling every
[Dante]I settled into the back seat, scrolling through emails on my phone, though my focus was far from the screen. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Keith's glances through the rearview mirror. He didn't look away when our eyes met. Bold, as usual. Finally, I lifted my head."Do, you need something?" I asked casually, my eyes still on the screen. His reaction was immediate—a small hitch of breath, followed by the slightest shift in his grip on the wheel. Keith wasn't the type to shrink under pressure, but he knew better than to test me. Especially with my unpredictable temper. "Just... I've never seen you chat so much with a waitress before. Then you reported her? Seemed out of character."I let the silence settle. My fingers tapped against my phone screen. Keith shifted uncomfortably, glancing at me in the mirror again. He knew how much I disliked being stared at. Keith was one of the few people who could get away with this kind of casual tone around me. He'd known
[Bianca] The moment our eyes locked, my entire body tensed. I knew instantly who he was—the same twisted, masked figure from last night. The man responsible for the bruises I'd hidden beneath my uniform, and now he was here, smirking at me like this was all some dark joke."You..." My voice came out in a low hiss, and his gaze narrowed with recognition. Keith, seated across, shifted uneasily, trying to stand, but Dante held up a hand, silencing him with an iron glance. They weren't equals in this relationship—that much was clear.All I wanted to do was wipe that smug look right off his face. I swung my fist, aiming right for his perfect, punchable jaw. Before I even got close, he caught my fist in midair and pulled me straight up to his lap without letting go. His face was close now, so close that I could feel his breath, low and steady against my cheek."Bianca," he murmured in an undertone that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to keep last night to yourself, aren't you? If
[Bianca] "Bianca? Bianca? Earth to Bianca!" Cassie's voice jolted me from my thoughts, pulling me back to the busy clinking of silverware and chatter that filled the high-end restaurant. I blinked and looked up to see her standing a few feet away, hands on her hips, one eyebrow arched. She looked like she was fighting the urge to roll her eyes, but the sigh she let out said it all. I blinked, realizing I'd completely zoned out while holding a tray full of empty wine glasses. Wonderful—on my first day back from the hospital, too. "Sorry, Cassie," I mumbled, straightening up and shaking off the fog in my head. "Just...zoned out," I muttered, managing an apologetic smile. "Yeah, I noticed," she replied, her expression softening a bit as she scanned my face. "Look, I know you're eager to get back on your feet, but maybe this is too soon. I mean... after everything you've been through," she said, dropping her voice as if my recent life crisis
[Dante]I straightened my tie through the mirrored walls of the elevator, catching my reflection just long enough to make sure everything was in place. Sharp suit, impeccable posture, not a hair out of line...mostly. But there was always something missing—something I couldn't quite pinpoint, no matter how many times I adjusted the details. I checked my watch. Late again. My tongue clicked against the roof of my mouth, an automatic response to the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. The floor numbers blinked slowly as the elevator ascended, and the air reeked of air fresheners. This building, with its polished floors and glass walls, felt more like a cage than the empire I was supposed to be running. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open with a soft whoosh. A woman stepped in—one of my employees, Korean, small and fidgety. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she bowed twice in quick succession, her movements stiff and nervous. The usual reaction. I didn't bother acknow
[Dante] My eyes narrowed at the woman below me who was trembling violently. Her skin was flushed pink, especially those succulent pair of ass cheeks I'd been relentlessly slamming into moments ago. The agreement was clear: I could do whatever I wanted with her, and she was willing to endure even the most twisted of pleasures. I recognized desperation when I saw it and had no intention of showing her any mercy. "You still want my money, don't you?" I demanded, my voice hoarse from the exertion of earlier. She nodded, tongue out and panting heavily like a bitch in heat. I liked the hunger in her eyes—hell, I planned on getting my money's worth. Her blind submission was all thanks to the drugs I'd injected her with. The formula hadn't been perfected yet but it didn't need to be. Testing the prototype was half the thrill, especially for someone like Bianca. She was everything I'd hoped for—young, beautiful, desperate enough to sign anything I put in front of her. But tonight w
[Bianca]***"Close those fucking legs!" He raged out, half startling me as I swiftly closed my legs. This man was so...weird.One minute he was unreadable and the next he'd lost his temper.I slowly turned my gaze towards him, my mouth parted in surprise as I watched him rummage through his luggage. The sight alone gave me goosebumps—He pulled out a pair of black plastic gloves, then a strange collar with a chain attached to it. "Come here," he twisted his neck, rising with his hands stretched upwards. I hesitantly obeyed, walking up to him as he rose to place the collar on my neck—it came with a gag that prevented me from making any noises.He reached down into another compartment and I thought my life was over. 'It's a knife! It's got to be!' If so, why was I still standing here? Maybe because I'd let this fucking psycho wrap the collar chain around his left hand like I was some kind of wild dog.To my surprise, he returned with a syringe.Panicking, I tensed, ready to fight ba