Tool of pleasure

MIRANDA

"Ah! " I moaned.

My hands pressed the wall and my back against Antonio.

One month, after I agreed to stay with Antonio Dante, this ruthless billionaire, succeeded in getting in between my legs.

I should have seen it since the day he suggested that deal to make me his tool of pleasure.

It's clear that he has been looking for ways to get me to stay with him, and he succeeded.

He sweet-talked me into hiding in his place away from Don Vito, just so he could have fun with me as he wanted.

But he didn't lie about shielding me from that monster. He played his part well by keeping me safe in his home.

"Argh!" I moaned, feeling his hands gripping me right on the chest, as he increased his pace, thrusting faster into me.

I felt my body moving according to his rhythm. The way he moves and sways his body is just so pleasing.

Yes, I wasn't glad to see that his main reason for keeping me in his home was for pleasure, but I can't deny the fact that he makes me feel good.

It won't be the first, the second, or third time I'll tell myself this. It's uncountable.

Antonio grabbed me by the waist, giving me one last push. I felt my legs shivering, resting my face against the wall to catch my breath.

That's when I felt Antonio's arms around me. His chest rested against mine, as he took my earlobe in his mouth, caressing it.

"You are mine alone, " He whispered to me.

"Say it, " He ordered.

"I'm yours alone, " I said, just as he wanted.

Satisfied, he kissed me on the cheek, stepping away from me.

I love the sex; I love how he rocks me whenever he's in the mood. His plan of hiding me in his home pleases me, but it doesn't satisfy me to the core.

After cleaning up, I was on my way down the stairs but stopped hearing Antonio and Don Vito's voice.

That monster is always coming around to see Antonio, and Antonio doesn't hesitate to attend to him without giving me a quick warning.

He says his place is safe to hide me, but the one he's shielding me from keeps coming over to this place.

If this continues, Don Vito will surely find me and I won't have anywhere to run to. He'll kill me in a blink of an eye.

I don't have the power to stop Antonio from seeing his godfather. They are both businessmen and partners. They move together in their illegal work, carrying out tasks like godfathers like godson.

"He's bound to find out one day. This plan of hiding me here can't last forever," I sighed, walking back up the stairs to stay out of Don Vito's sight.

*******

The life of a mafia is as ruthless as death itself.

The experience at Don Vito's mansion is enough to describe the life of every mafia.

The constant killing, the drugs... There's no room for peace in their midst. It's all about danger, death, killing, drugs, guns...

There are so many words to describe the life of a mafia.

It's just so terrible.

I still remember what Karen and I faced in Don Vito's place. How he'd make us do things we don't want to do.

"Karen," I remembered my sister, thinking of the years I spent with her.

Two days before her death, Karen had laid in my arms, looking at the night stars through the window in our room.

"Miranda," She had called my attention.

"Yes, Karen? " I answered, looking at her while stroking her hair.

"Which star is Mom and which is Dad?" She had asked, still gazing at the stars while pointing out.

I still remember my response to her that night. I pointed at two bright stars which were together, and said, "Those two stars holding hands, that's Mom and Dad. They are watching over us with a big smile."

Even though she was eighteen, Karen still loved to be treated like a small child.

She smiled and said, "They look happy together."

"Yeah, they are. They are happy where they are."

"Miranda?"

"Yes? " I answered.

"Are we ever going to leave this place?" She had asked.

That was the first time in a long while I felt hurt about our bondage.

Karen sat up to look at me. Her eyes widened with tears as she asked if we'd ever escape Don Vito's place.

I tried to be a big sister and make her smile.

"Yes, we will. That day will come very soon. And when we do, we'll go very far away to a different city where he'll never find us, " I promised Karen.

But that promise could never be fulfilled. My Karen left the world two days after that promise.

"Karen," I sobbed, feeling hurt over my sister's death.

"How long will you keep this going?!"

I felt my arm being pulled where I sat in the room. I looked and met Antonio's raging eyes on me.

He grabbed me off the seat I was sitting on, raising his voice at me harshly.

"Every time I find you sitting in a corner thinking about the past. Learn to let it go, and move on!"

He pushed me towards the bed. I lost my balance, falling on it.

"You're not the only one who has lost a family," he said to me.

I turned over and found him taking his shirt off.

"My father and sister were taken away from me. I got over the pains, that's why I'm the man you see today." He tosses his shirt aside.

"You keep acting like you're the only one in this world who has lost a family. It's best you end that nonsense and stop moping around with your tears."

He walked up towards me, getting into bed, as his hands came pinning me down.

"If you're useless with other things, then be useful in satisfying me in bed," he said, crashing his lips on mine, and dropping his body on me.

I won't be surprised if one day he gets tired of sleeping with me.

He wants me to satisfy him in bed always. What if he gets tired of it? Will he kill me once he loses that interest?

The thought of it alone frightens me.