HURACIOWith each thunderclap, my heart tightened. I paced up and down the living room, willing the rain to stop. From the corner of my eye, Salvatore watched with blatant disdain. We were out having fun at what was supposed to be my after-party when one of my bodyguards called me, saying Katalina seemed to be on her way out of the house. I told them to follow her. Though I was upset that she dared to leave the house when I clearly ordered her to go to bed, I was curious about her destination. The moment the rain started, I regretted it. Katalina is scared of thunderstorms. It's not like a fear caused by trauma. It's just like when people are scared of heights. It's inborn and harmless. But why did my heart feel heavy? I couldn't stop myself from worrying for her. This has never happened before. “You are making me dizzy." Salvatore snorted. “Don't look at me and you will feel better." I retorted. Just then, the room lit up and I was caught in a car headlight. "They are here.”
KATALINA “Kelvin, no!" I woke up covered in sweat despite the fully functioning AC unit in the room. While still trying to figure out where I was, I heard a soft thudding and traced it to the door. Someone was knocking. “Tomorrow, you will serve your punishment. Remember you promised to obey." Huracio's deep, and grungy voice whispered into my ears. Startled, I abruptly turned around but saw nobody. I was alone in the room. Remembering my situation, my back suddenly got covered in more chilly sweats. What is he going to do to me? Asking him to punish me instead of Kelvin was easy in the middle of a panic attack. Now that I had my wits around me, I was filled with dread. I didn't know if I should trust him to honor his words, but as long as he spares Kelvin, I am willing to bear it. But having just woken up from a nightmare, where he was squeezing life out of Kelvin while dangling him in the air, I wasn't sure he could be trusted. What if he punishes me and still hurts Kelvin?
KATALINA I was reading a fashion magazine before the secretary brought in the tea. Confused and feeling weird in my mouth, I sat down and continued. A while later, the office started feeling warm. I looked up and saw that the AC units were still working. I didn't even need to look up, if I listened carefully, I'd hear their humming vibes. Thinking that it was because I refused to remove the trench coat, I decided to bear with it as I didn't want to be half-naked in front of him. Another 4 minutes, and it started feeling like I was wrapped in an oven. Sweat gathered on my forehead, and I started feeling dizzy. It would be stupid to end up with a heat stroke while in a fully air-conditioned room. I let the trench coat slide down my back, halfway. The cooling breeze of the AC nearly made me moan. I turned to look at him. He was in a three-piece suit with his white shirt buttoned to his jugular. But it didn't look like he was feeling hot.I picked up the remote for the unit close to
KATALINA My pee was scalding. But the more it came out, the more itchy I felt. I didn't want to touch it, but it felt so good. I couldn't stop the moans and gasps that came out of my mouth. “Felt good, right?" He chuckled once I was down peeing. Looking down with shame, I stood up and gingerly stepped out of the wet patch on the floor. “Touch it." “What?" My head snapped up. He wanted me to touch my pee? Why? “You feel itchy, don't you? Touch it." My eyes widened in realization. There was no way I was doing that in front of him. I needed to beat whatever drug he fed me. “I will make you clean the floor with your mouth if you don't touch it, right now." He growled. He suddenly grabbed my hair and hit the back of my knees with his leg. My knees folded forward, and I fell on my knees. It was so fast that my face was inches away from the pee before I realized what was happening. “I will do it! I will do it!" I gasped as fear overwhelmed me. “Good girl." He let my hair go and st
HURACIO “HURACIO!” She snapped with wild eyes. "I…, Please!” Her shoulders slouched, and she stuttered, shaking her head dejectedly. I clenched my hand into a tight fist and punched Kelvin in the gut. He bent over and growled."Kelvin!” She screamed. Why are you hurting him? You promised not to hurt him!" She cried and wanted to rush over. “Touch him, and I will break his legs." I threatened angrily. “He can only watch. No touching." Kelvin looked at me with hateful eyes and snorted “Bastard." Ignoring him, I turned to her. "Either you start, or you watch me beat him to death.” She shivered and I could see the fear in her eyes. She really liked this guy. Feeling uncomfortable, I averted my gaze and lifted my hand, about to punch Kelvin again. "No, stop! I will do it. I will do whatever you want. Stop hitting him, please.” She cried. I don't know what I found upsetting the most. That she was begging me for another man, or that she hated me? At that moment, I felt like crap, but
Katalina. My head hurts. The pain was radiating from the nape to my frontal lobe. It was like someone was gently hitting that spot with a hammer. The pain was spreading out, while a sharp part of it intermittently shot to my temple, before spreading to my forehead. Grimacing, I tried to open my eyes, but they were heavy. Taking a deep breath, I endured and opened up just a slit of my right eye. It was dark and smelled familiar…like cigars…Horacio…Kelvin… “Fuck!”Abruptly sitting up, I held my head and grunted. Kelvin! Fear gripped my chest, my breathing became uneven, and my head felt like it was breathing in sync with my heart. Ignoring the pain, I scrambled out of bed and rushed to the door. The moment I opened it, I was bombarded with sharp, white lights.Stung, closed my eyes and stepped back into the room, then stepped out again. I stopped in a daze and turned around. Wasn't I supposed to be in Huracio's office? But I was in the passage at his house. How did I get here?
HURACIOKatalina hugged my head and wrapped her legs around my waist. She suddenly became hysterical and no matter how I tried, she wouldn't let go. “Katalina!" I yelled, trying to push her away so I could get a grip and dislodge her. It was like a Koala hugging a tree, and very awkward. She was surprisingly tenacious. Exasperated, I stopped trying to push her and just dipped my hand into her pussy. She was wearing nothing, so I had easy access. “No, no.!" The moment I touched her, she screamed louder, let go, and tried to get away. I grabbed her, dragged her to the small bed in the room, and quickly chained her to it. “What are you doing?" She screamed in panic, looking around the room. As her eyes started darting around the room, her breathing became rough. The more she saw, the wilder her eyes got. The moment she realized what was happening. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “You.. you… You are… “ she became incoherent. "Yes. And from henceforth, you are my litt
KATALINAI went through the most excruciating pain of my life. When Huracio was spanking me, I thought I was going to die. The spanking started as almost harmless, and I thought he was being ridiculous. How could that be a punishment? He was just a creep, using me to have fun. I was embittered more than before. A few spanks later, I knew I was wrong. He wasn't being ridiculous, he was being diabolical.Each time it hit, my clit got zapped like when one’s finger comes in contact with an exposed wire. While that was happening and getting me crazed out, every other part of my labia was tingling… and it felt so good… but I was embarrassed. I did everything within my power to resist it. While still handling that…*Smack, smack, smack… “Huracio, fuck you!" I yelled, squeezing my face in sudden, excruciating pain mixed with pleasure.He smacked my inner thighs and it damned stung! After three spanks to each of my inner thighs brought tears back to my eyes, he went back to smacking my pu
Katalina“Pecan it is.” Huracio smiled and led us to the car. Stone opened the passenger door for Emilia, while Huracio opened the back seat door for me. All this while, I was in a daze wondering why Emilia would pick Pecan. What game was she playing now? Before entering the car, I tired to catch her gaze, but she didn’t turn around. Once we were on the way, I couldn’t keep still. Huracio held my hand in his lap and was gently rubbing it affectionately. Almost in a sensual way. If Emilia wasn’t there, I would probably be turned on and getting my brain kissed out. “What is it?” Huracio bent his head and whispered in my ear. Feeling the warmth of his breath, I slivered and shook my head. “N-nothing.” Heat spread over my face, and I started turning red with embarrassment.He slipped his fingers into my hair and started kneading my scalp slowly. It felt soothing and I found myself slowly calming down. I subconsciously leaned into him and closed my eyes, enjoying the massage when su
KATALINA“Kitty, wake up. Wake up.” His soft, low voice lured me away from sleep as he gently rocked me awake. “Mm” I groaned, reluctantly. “Don’t you have school? You will be late.” He whispered into my ear. His breath was hot, but smelled so good and fresh. I flustered my eyes open and directly met his gaze. Softly gasping, I leaned upward and kissed him on the lips. I couldn’t help it. His gaze was filled with love and care. The way he looked at me, it made me feel safe, confident, and horny. Very horny.When I caught that look the previous day, my brain went blank and my body took over. It felt like that was about to happen again. After kissing him, I wanted more, but while my brain was on sabbatical, he was alert. As I tried to deepen the kiss, he drew back, cupping my head in his large, sensually warm hands. “Your phone has been blowing up. If you don’t get to school soon, Emilia might show up here. How will you explain yourself?” He chuckled teasingly. Groaning with resent
HURACIO She was trembling pretty badly. Her wimpy, begging voice was a warm flame caressing my ears. Each whimper stoked my nerves, and each plea, tingled my cock, leaving it twitchy and throbbing. If I wasn’t struggling with my self-control, I would have suspected that she was on something. But she wasn’t. If she was, then someone must have drugged me too, because I wasn’t faring any better. I spent the week trying to adjust my feelings, reminding myself that she isn’t someone I can love or be allowed to love. I came home believing that I was back to being myself and that she is just a dog I am training. I was determined to confront her about Helena, then break her in the most brutal way. I was going to let her know the consequences of disloyalty to her master. I was going to keep her locked up until nothing existed for her except my name. But the moment she came out of the car, I saw the fear in her eyes, and the hesitation in her steps. It was like something grabbed my neck, ch
KATALINA I went through the stack of albums three times but couldn’t find it. Frustrated, I went back to Mum’s room and started searching again. This time, I did a slow and meticulous search, going through everything carefully. I knew I was forgetting something, but I couldn’t remember what it was. After a fourth search and still nothing, I gave up. I went to my room to see if there was anything there that I might need. My room was as dusty as the rest of the house. I had the urge to start cleaning but repressed it. This wasn’t my home anymore. Though everything here belonged to me, I have so much now that they don’t matter. I opened my closet and started looking around. Apart from my toiletries that can expire, nothing took my fancy. Even my highly appreciated perfumes and body lotions. All the products I use for my beauty routines felt like trash. Compared to what Huracio picked for me, they are actually trash. But if I leave them behind, they will go to waste, so I packed them
KATALINA Can’t believe that this file was here all along. It felt so strange, but I was too happy to dwell on it. “I found it!” I hurried over to the staircase rails and waved the file to Emilia. Her face broke into a bright smile and she waved back. “Come on. Come down. Let me see! “ I hurried downstairs and she snatched it. She flipped it open and we found a bunch of papers. The first page of the paper had the normal contract information about the people involved. None of the names was English, or familiar. I tried to search for Mum and Huracio’s names, but they weren’t there. If the contract has anything to do with Mum, shouldn’t her name be on it? Puzzled, I watched as Emilia turned to the next page. More jargons about terms and conditions. I have always hated reading contracts. Too many definitions and explanations. “Hm?” Emilia rapidly flipped the pages until she came to the main body of the contract, but what we found on it was unrecognizable. “What is this?” I mumb
KATALINAWe had two more lectures before we could call it a day, but I was in no condition to stay in school. Emilia led me to her car and drove me to her place. Having already said too much, I came clean. Amidst tears and hiccups, I told her everything that was happening between Huracio and me. I told her how my Mum wanted me to steal from him, and what she just told me. She was shocked and said nothing for a long time. We just sat there, in her living room, staring into space. “Huracio is Mafia? You mean he is Mafia and you didn’t tell me?” Emilia gasp, breaking the silence. Are you kidding me? My jaws dropped, and I blinked at her in shock, not knowing what to say. Of all that I said, that was all she grasped? She stood up, and started pacing around her living room. Her face was pale from fear. She has express total disregard for Huracio several times. She was thinking about how he could have easily gotten rid of her and she wouldn’t even know how she died. Then, I remember
KatalinaToday is a Saturday and I will usually sleep in after a vigorously draining night of wanton sex. Even though I spent the night staring at the ceiling, I woke up feeling more tired than when I had sex all night long. My chest felt heavy, and my brain felt slow. Fear of the unknown was crippling me slowly. I left Emilia’s house as early as 7 AM, hoping that when I got home, Huracio would be ready to see me. Maybe he is going to punish me, but for what? Maybe, he is going to tell me they now have my Mum and I am free to go... “You just missed him.” Rosa said. I met her standing by the front door with a white envelope in her hand. “How do you mean?”“He said I should give you this.” She handed me the envelope. Perplexed, I collected it and quickly opened it. Inside was a short note, and it said that Huracio had to travel and would be back soon. I should not play outside too often and be a good girl. “He traveled?” I glared at Rosa as if it was her fault. “He said it was
KATALINAFuck! He came back early. I wasn’t expecting him to return early. Whenever Huracio wanted to leave the house, I had to act the dutiful, loving wife role. I pack him a box of sandwiches, and a mug of coffee, and accompany him to his car, where I will then kiss him goodbye. When he returns from work, I must also meet him at the door with a broad, happy housewife smile. Kiss him, help him with his suit, and follow him upstairs, where he usually makes me join him in the bathing. When we first got married, these rituals were upsetting. Most times, I ended up with aching jaws from the fake smiles. But with time, doing these things became natural and exciting. I am truly reluctant to see him leave in the mornings, and can’t wait to see him return in the evenings. With time, he would even urge me to sleep longer in bed. Especially if he put me through a tough night. There are days when he sneaks out of the bedroom just to make sure I slept longer. These rituals are no longer ne
Huracio The last few hours were hectic. Not only did Helena slip into my office, but someone set fire to Salvatore’s club after tearing it apart. Four people died, and several files went missing. Everything happened at the same time, effectively preventing either side from calling for backup. How did she pull it off? Who is helping her? “We have underestimated your girlfriend,” Salvatore grumbled. “I think it’s time we bring your wife in.” My heart trembled. “Bring her in for what?” I casually asked, trying not to sound worried or antagonistic. “For questioning.” “She doesn’t know anything.” “She met Helena and didn’t tell you anything. How can you be sure of what she knows when we can’t even trust her?” His tone made me wince. It was filled with contempt and mockery. I have always taken pride in being a ruthless slave master, but Its been four months since I took Katalina in, but I am yet to bring a 19 years old to her knees. She even dared to hide things from me. This is disg