Celia
I woke up in a strange bedroom and on a strange bed for the first time in my life. I wasn’t fully awake, but I could feel the silky sheet, as opposed to the ridiculously cotton sheets in my room back home.
The guest room was huge and luxurious, but it was sparse too, and I got the feeling it wasn’t used very often.
All I could smell was him. His scent hung in the air. It was infused into my skin, my towel, my sheets.
Scenes from the previous night came back in pieces the more I wake up. ‘I had my bath and was about getting into my night wear when I heard a soft knock on the door. Alexander had come in to talk to me. He kissed me. Then he fell on his knees in front of me and… He pried my legs apart and buried his face in between my thighs, lapping up my juice.
My fingers were tangled into his slick hair and his hands gripped my ass as he held me closer to his face licking me up with a punishing pace.
More and more of my juices leaked out of me when he twisted his tongue and fucked me with it, fucking his tongue deep, stretching me to the point of pain, but it felt so, so good.
I groaned into my pillow, feeling so embarrassed. I’d never be able to face him again. I felt stupid, but not one bit of regret.
I should have stopped him, but I couldn’t resist him. He was Cold, cruel, gorgeous… ugly sort of gorgeous. A dangerous perfection. Below his perfectly trimmed dark stubble accentuated a chiseled jaw, lining up to the cheekbones of a greek god.
I should keep hating him for buying me, and for forcing me to strip in front of all those men in the club, but Instead, I was thinking about him and all the things he did to me the previous night.
He had agreed to let me go. Maybe he wasn’t that bad after all. I’d move out , get a job, work and buy back my freedom, but where would I go from there? I didn’t have any money on me and my father’s house was out of the option. As a matter of fact, I didn’t want to ever see him again. He was dead to me the moment he let the guard take me without putting up a fight.
I yawned as I rolled out of bed, excited to be leaving this hell hole. Anywhere else would be better than living with the enemy.
A distant agonizing scream, halted me on my track to the bathroom.
“What was that?” I wondered, but the scream kept getting louder and more disturbing.
I should mind my damn business, but my curiosity took the better of me. Sliding in my dress, I hurried out of the hallway, following the voice.
A lot was going through my mind. Was someone being killed? Who was I kidding? I should turn back, but my legs were moving faster than my thoughts.
Whatever I’d expected from the man every one called the monster, it hadn’t been the man who’s face was buried between my legs and his tongue lapping at my cunt like it was his favorite meal.
He couldn’t possibly be monstrous enough to take a life. People probable over exaggerated him. I shook myself and continued down the hall.
The screeching, wailing, and almost fading voice led me to a filthy underground that smelled of urine and old blood.
I was horrified by what I saw.
There were lined up of what looked like jail rooms on both sides, holding both men and women in chains. They were bruised up and being fed Like dogs. I didn’t get a clearer look because inside the cells were dark.
You could feel their excruciating pains from the low sobs and groans that filled the air.
Who are these people? Just how long have they been locked away? Are there families aware of their situations?
Whatever their offence might be, no human deserved to be in such inhumane state.
Fear pulsed through me. I wanted to run back, gather my things and escape this devil, but I was prepared to see it to the end.
I shook my head a little to clear my thoughts and to snap out of the daze I was in.
Counting my steps as I walked a little farther into the dark hallway, I heard his voice.
“You will be losing a hand next if you don’t give me a name.” Alexander roared out.
“I don’t think he’ll say anything. We should just kill him.” A female voice I didn't recognize said. “Why are we even wasting time with this one. He is useless.” She was a blood thirsty bitch. You could tell that from her voice.
“Boss. Octavia is right. I don’t think he knows anything. And he has so much information already to be let out alive. He is going to spill." Another voice said. His voice I recognized clearly. Dante. The same guard that brought me here.
Bracing my back against the wall, I slowly moved with my back until I could peep through the door.
The man strapped on a chair was covered in his own blood. He was whimpering and drooling out blood from his mouth. He looked exhausted from the beating and torture. My heart broke for him.
One side of the wall was covered in various types of weapons and dangerous equipment, obviously kept for this purpose, torturing his prey.
The lady I heard Dante call Octavia wore a studded black leather boots. She was in a tight black leather top and pants. Her long blonde hair pulled up in a bun and Her face twisted with annoyance.
“I have a message for your boss.” Alexander said as he reached for an axe.
My heart pounded in my chest. I was going to be a witness to a murder. If he saw me there, what was he going to do to me? He wouldn’t spare me.
The man I was seeing right now, he was different. His eyes were dark and feral. He was devoid of every emotion. He was just as people described him, a heartless monster.
He nodded to Octavia and she held out the man’s hand, forcing it on the table.
The man was struggling to free his hand, but he was too weak. “No… No… please… No! I already told you everything I know. Please. No! Aaaaaaaaah…” he let out a loud scream as the axe cut through his wrist.
Blood splattered everywhere in the room and on Alexander’s face. I clasp my hands against my mouth as a scream nearly escaped me. I felt sick. My stomach did a flip, and I swallowed hard. I was going to puke.
As i made to run, my leg crashed on an empty bear can and it made a loud squash sound.
“Did you hear that?” I heard Dante ask.
“What?” Octavia said.
“I think someone is here. I’m sure I heard a sound. I’ll go take a look.”
“No one comes down here.” Octavia added.
“Take care of whatever it is.” Alexander commanded.
Fuck! Celia, it’s now or never, I told myself as I started power running towards the exit.
“Hey. You! Stop!! I said stop!…” Dante thundered.
I dare not stop. There would be no saving me from him.
The man that just ordered the death of whomever was eavesdropping couldn’t possible be the same man who was in my bedroom last night. The man whose eyes and words were filled with so much lust and desire for me.
I continued on my track with all the energy I had.
I was going to escape. I'd go far away where he'd never find me.
AlexanderThe Oasis Nightclub, a glittering gem stood at the heart of New York City. My armored SUV pulled up into the building and I stepped out like the fucking king I am.I straightened my black suit as I took in the glorious view. I was proud of the empire I had built.I adjusted my suit, “No one is allowed into my office, except by my command.” I instructed my guards.They bowed their heads and I made my way into the building. I had one of the mole’s hands cut off to send a message to whoever stood as a threat to my rule and the rest of them are still locked underground.My family ran the Oasis nightclub and many other underground businesses for years. When my father got shot before my very eyes in what seemed to be a carefully planned assassination, at thirty years old, I became the youngest person to ever hold that position as head and I’ve had to fight like hell to prove myself a worthy leader. A powerful leader. A feared leader…I cleaned the system mercilessly, and got rid o
CeliaAlexander backed me up against the wall of his office. He fisted my hair, forcing me not only to remain in place but also to look into his eyes. He held my gaze, his green eyes flicking back and forth between mine. His eyes were nothing but pools of darkness, a man who had no soul or emotions of any kind.“No one disobeys me and that law you have violated.”“Let me go,” I clawed at his hands to break free from his hold, but it was useless. His grip was too tight on my hair and my face was starting to turn red. “You are hurting me. Please let me go.”“That’s not going to happen. You need to be punished. If you continue to misbehave, I assure you that your discipline will become that harsh.”He brushed his lips across my neck and a disgusting feeling of arousal pooled in every cell. My hardened nipples pressed against the soft material of my dress, my panties instantly damp from filthy visions of what he was going to do to me. How could I still be aroused by this beast of a man,
Slave?Why would she even say that?My Dick pulsed at the thought of keeping her cuffed to my bed, my face buried between her thighs, shoving my tongue inside her berry sweetness until she begs me to fuck her rough and dirty.She had a loud mouth and all I could think of was fucking her into submission and I will soon.I couldn’t stop thinking about Celia and the event that transpired between us in my office earlier.I was hard for her all the goddamn time, like right now, while I was in a meeting. Instead of concentrating, I was thinking about how hard my spanking her luscious ass made her come. How she whimpered and spasm on my desk every time my hand landed on her ass. I fucking loved it.The man I had come to see in the most luxurious restaurant in the city held the key to my solution.As I stirred my wine glass with deliberate precision, I made sure my piercing gaze didn’t give away my true thoughts.Hugo was no less imposing, with a commanding presence that hints at his ruthless
CeliaI had never imagined a more degrading and soul-crushing existence than the one I was trapped in. I was back at the club with the lustful eyes of men piercing through my soul.The sultry music began to play, its seductive rhythm echoing in the dimly lit room. With each graceful movement, I tried to convey sensuality, but deep inside, there was a burning defiance, I was determined not to let this performance fully consume me, even as I played the part I had been coerced into.Amid the swirling music, my eyes met Alexander’s, who sat in the shadows, an enigmatic figure amid revelry. His gaze, cold and unyielding, locked onto me with an intensity that left me feeling exposed and vulnerable. It was as if he were dissecting my every move, the power he held over my life.As I danced, the audience responded with fervor. Men showered me with money, their banknotes fluttering down like a perverse rain of validation for my performance. The dollar bills, symbols of both desire and degradatio
AlexanderThe memory of that humiliation, the image of her distress, stoked the fires of my anger to an inferno. I was resolved, unwavering in my determination to make the offender pay the most grievous of prices for his insolence.I could still remember his face clearly. The one who had ripped off her clothes and had violated her most disgustingly.I could still picture how they spread her open on stage, her puffy wet pussy glistening to the full glare of everyone as they fisted into it like wild animals.The rage I felt was a calculated, cold anger – the kind that allowed me to remain composed in the face of chaos. It was the anger of a man who had seen and endured much, who had become a kingpin in a world where ruthlessness was a currency power.If I hadn’t bottled my anger, the stage would have been painted with their blood.My jaw was clenched in a vice, each muscle in my body drawn taut with anticipation. I sat on a leather couch with my legs crossed, as I waited in a dark room b
AlexanderOctavia dragged the bruised and battered form of the man out of the space, leaving a long trail of blood on the floor, the weight of my actions hung heavily in the air.I couldn’t care less if the man was dead. I got justice for my baby girl, and I was deeply satisfied. As I continued wiping his dirty blood off my hands, Dante approached me. “Boss, I think you need to see this.” He said, handing me a wallet. “I believe it belongs to the man.”I took the wallet from Dante, my eyes narrowing as I examined the ID within. My heart sank as I read the name and affiliation. “David Sidorov?” I knew he looked familiar. Those chubby cheeks and potbelly, his Russian accent, they all reminded me of one man… Albert Sidorov. The man I had just murdered is the son of a fucking Russian Mafia. My voice filled with apprehension, “This man is the son of Albert Sidorov” I said, turning to face Dante. “The same man I’m meeting tomorrow to negotiate a business with.”I realized that I’d cross
Celia I sat in the luxurious living room, the plush cushions of the grand sofa cradling my weary body. The events of the night at the club still haunted me, and I sought solace in the steaming cup of coffee I held in my trembling hands. The scent of the rich brew filled the air, a comforting contrast to the turmoil within me.As I took a sip, the bitterness of the coffee seemed to mirror the bitterness of my thoughts. The memory of what had transpired on that stage, the humiliation I had endured, was etched into my mind like a scar.Something was going on for sure. Something no one was willing to tell me, like why Alexander was keeping me close and why he’d let me get away with my tantrums. Why does he pay so much attention to me, unlike the other girls who work at the club? Alexander had abandoned me in his club, and though he tried to make amends, my words about needing to be alone might have struck a chord in him. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible because it was n
Celia“Alexander…” I murmured, making him pause. He probably thought I was going to push him away or end it as I always do, but instead, I looked up at him with everything I wanted written clearly on my face and said, “Don’t stop.”He grinned softly, “I don’t intend to.” Effortlessly lifting me, he placed me on the countertop, spreading my legs open. Grabbing the light fabric of my dress, he tore it down like a wild and hungry tiger ready to devour its prey. He stepped back to look at me, taking in his ultimate undoing. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat at the words. He buried his face into my wetness, immediately thrusting his tongue past my swollen folds. Gasping, I clawed at his hands. “Delicious,” he murmured, sliding a single finger in beside his tongue. He sucked on my clit while furiously fucking me with his finger. Adding a second and third finger, his actions became pure ecstasy.I gripped my legs, opening them as far
CeliaIt’s been two days of Alexander taking up every single one of my thoughts. I’ve been trying to avoid him, mostly because I was afraid he’d see the effect he had on me. His very presence sends waves of nervousness and arousal crashing into me, nearly drowning me each time those intense eyes locked on mine.I stood in the garden, the soft breeze rustling the leaves of the carefully pruned plants, my gaze fixed on the breathtaking view before me. The mansion was awfully quiet, unlike every other day with many activities going on.The servants seems to be on vacation as I woke up to none of them around, except for a few guards that were following me around like I was a freaking senator of a state.I’m being guarded under heavy and well-trained security and no one was saying anything to me.Octavia was hot on my tail and wasn’t giving me a breathing space and that suffocated me.I began walking around and could hear her footsteps right behind me. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pau
AlexanderCelia was on to something deeper. She was groomed for something way more than she could understand. Her true identity wasn’t known to her yet and it was better that way. She was already broken, learning that the man whom she called father her entire life was a fraud, would shatter her, and I was ready to shield her from the truth for as long as possible. I sat in my study, the faint glow of antique lamps casting an eerie shadow across the room. I was lost in thought, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of the whiskey glass on my mahogany desk. The weight of what was about to happen weighed heavy on my shoulders. I was waiting for Rufus, I already told the man over the phone that I wasn’t ready for any form of meeting with him, but I knew he, his imposing self would be here any moment. The door swung open, and Rufus entered, his presence imposing even in the imposing room. We had a complicated history, marred by business disagreements, personal vendettas, and famil
Celia“Alexander…” I murmured, making him pause. He probably thought I was going to push him away or end it as I always do, but instead, I looked up at him with everything I wanted written clearly on my face and said, “Don’t stop.”He grinned softly, “I don’t intend to.” Effortlessly lifting me, he placed me on the countertop, spreading my legs open. Grabbing the light fabric of my dress, he tore it down like a wild and hungry tiger ready to devour its prey. He stepped back to look at me, taking in his ultimate undoing. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat at the words. He buried his face into my wetness, immediately thrusting his tongue past my swollen folds. Gasping, I clawed at his hands. “Delicious,” he murmured, sliding a single finger in beside his tongue. He sucked on my clit while furiously fucking me with his finger. Adding a second and third finger, his actions became pure ecstasy.I gripped my legs, opening them as far
Celia I sat in the luxurious living room, the plush cushions of the grand sofa cradling my weary body. The events of the night at the club still haunted me, and I sought solace in the steaming cup of coffee I held in my trembling hands. The scent of the rich brew filled the air, a comforting contrast to the turmoil within me.As I took a sip, the bitterness of the coffee seemed to mirror the bitterness of my thoughts. The memory of what had transpired on that stage, the humiliation I had endured, was etched into my mind like a scar.Something was going on for sure. Something no one was willing to tell me, like why Alexander was keeping me close and why he’d let me get away with my tantrums. Why does he pay so much attention to me, unlike the other girls who work at the club? Alexander had abandoned me in his club, and though he tried to make amends, my words about needing to be alone might have struck a chord in him. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible because it was n
AlexanderOctavia dragged the bruised and battered form of the man out of the space, leaving a long trail of blood on the floor, the weight of my actions hung heavily in the air.I couldn’t care less if the man was dead. I got justice for my baby girl, and I was deeply satisfied. As I continued wiping his dirty blood off my hands, Dante approached me. “Boss, I think you need to see this.” He said, handing me a wallet. “I believe it belongs to the man.”I took the wallet from Dante, my eyes narrowing as I examined the ID within. My heart sank as I read the name and affiliation. “David Sidorov?” I knew he looked familiar. Those chubby cheeks and potbelly, his Russian accent, they all reminded me of one man… Albert Sidorov. The man I had just murdered is the son of a fucking Russian Mafia. My voice filled with apprehension, “This man is the son of Albert Sidorov” I said, turning to face Dante. “The same man I’m meeting tomorrow to negotiate a business with.”I realized that I’d cross
AlexanderThe memory of that humiliation, the image of her distress, stoked the fires of my anger to an inferno. I was resolved, unwavering in my determination to make the offender pay the most grievous of prices for his insolence.I could still remember his face clearly. The one who had ripped off her clothes and had violated her most disgustingly.I could still picture how they spread her open on stage, her puffy wet pussy glistening to the full glare of everyone as they fisted into it like wild animals.The rage I felt was a calculated, cold anger – the kind that allowed me to remain composed in the face of chaos. It was the anger of a man who had seen and endured much, who had become a kingpin in a world where ruthlessness was a currency power.If I hadn’t bottled my anger, the stage would have been painted with their blood.My jaw was clenched in a vice, each muscle in my body drawn taut with anticipation. I sat on a leather couch with my legs crossed, as I waited in a dark room b
CeliaI had never imagined a more degrading and soul-crushing existence than the one I was trapped in. I was back at the club with the lustful eyes of men piercing through my soul.The sultry music began to play, its seductive rhythm echoing in the dimly lit room. With each graceful movement, I tried to convey sensuality, but deep inside, there was a burning defiance, I was determined not to let this performance fully consume me, even as I played the part I had been coerced into.Amid the swirling music, my eyes met Alexander’s, who sat in the shadows, an enigmatic figure amid revelry. His gaze, cold and unyielding, locked onto me with an intensity that left me feeling exposed and vulnerable. It was as if he were dissecting my every move, the power he held over my life.As I danced, the audience responded with fervor. Men showered me with money, their banknotes fluttering down like a perverse rain of validation for my performance. The dollar bills, symbols of both desire and degradatio
Slave?Why would she even say that?My Dick pulsed at the thought of keeping her cuffed to my bed, my face buried between her thighs, shoving my tongue inside her berry sweetness until she begs me to fuck her rough and dirty.She had a loud mouth and all I could think of was fucking her into submission and I will soon.I couldn’t stop thinking about Celia and the event that transpired between us in my office earlier.I was hard for her all the goddamn time, like right now, while I was in a meeting. Instead of concentrating, I was thinking about how hard my spanking her luscious ass made her come. How she whimpered and spasm on my desk every time my hand landed on her ass. I fucking loved it.The man I had come to see in the most luxurious restaurant in the city held the key to my solution.As I stirred my wine glass with deliberate precision, I made sure my piercing gaze didn’t give away my true thoughts.Hugo was no less imposing, with a commanding presence that hints at his ruthless
CeliaAlexander backed me up against the wall of his office. He fisted my hair, forcing me not only to remain in place but also to look into his eyes. He held my gaze, his green eyes flicking back and forth between mine. His eyes were nothing but pools of darkness, a man who had no soul or emotions of any kind.“No one disobeys me and that law you have violated.”“Let me go,” I clawed at his hands to break free from his hold, but it was useless. His grip was too tight on my hair and my face was starting to turn red. “You are hurting me. Please let me go.”“That’s not going to happen. You need to be punished. If you continue to misbehave, I assure you that your discipline will become that harsh.”He brushed his lips across my neck and a disgusting feeling of arousal pooled in every cell. My hardened nipples pressed against the soft material of my dress, my panties instantly damp from filthy visions of what he was going to do to me. How could I still be aroused by this beast of a man,