Twisted Confessions

I smiled at the customer as she paid. "Have a great day." I glanced down at my mother, too high to care about where she was and too high to care that her teenage daughter was doing the work she was supposed to be doing.  "Thanks doll." The customer took her coffee from me.  "You're welcome." I watched as she left the cafè.  There were a few patrons seated at the tables. The door bell chimed as the next customer walked inside.  "Good evening. How may I help you?" I smiled at the man.  He didn't return my greeting. "One black coffee." "Will you be drinking it here?" "Yes." He answered blankly. "Coming right up." I smiled at him again. The owner told me to be really nice to the customers because the cafè itself was named 'Nice'. It was

We got in his black Audi after he made an excuse that he had to leave to get cleaned up and he was taking me, seeing as I was also covered in shaving cream. No one thought it was weird that he was leaving his wife. I didn't want to drag Brandon into my mess, so I told him I needed to get washed up.  Inside the car, he spoke in rapid Russian through his bluetooth and that was when true fear settled in. What would he do?  He finally rolled into a gravel driveway and stopped at a huge house. He didn't give me time to admire the architecture as he quickly climbed out of the car and dragged me out with him, entering through huge wooden double doors.  "Look, I'm sorry. We can settle this like two sane people." I hated this pleading tone, but I had to put my safety first.  My words fell on deaf ears as he continued dragging me up the stairs. I couldn't even assess my surroundings, seeing

"Get out." He stood in front of me, blocking his open car door.  I crossed my arms and stared straight ahead.  "Why are you such a brat? Look here." I wanted to ignore him, but I looked at him anyway.  I knew by now when his eyes turned like that, it wasn't good news for me, but I'll be damned if I let him control me.  He put both his hands on the roof of the car and leaned in.  "You already owe me a confession. You can either stay here or come inside your home. Let me just tell you, if you choose to stay here, you won't have your voice by the time you come inside." I unconsciously touched my throat.  He chuckled and brushed my ear with his nose. "I won't....choke you dorogoy. I'll eat your cunt out till you can scream no more." I shuddered and immediately removed my seatbelt and got out. 

My steps faltered as I stepped into the room, but Geoff was right behind me, pushing me gently into the room and locking the door.  He made his way to sit on his throne and I followed. I didn't need him gripping my throat again.  He sat and I kneeled. "You learn fast." He chuckled.  I straightened my spine and tipped my chin.  "You forgot your robe and crown daddy." I snickered.  "I don't need them. Now do it." "Bless me daddy for I have sinned." "Confess." It took everything in me not to roll my eyes at him.  "I assaulted you and could've killed you if I just had a nice grip." I couldn't mask the smugness in my voice.  "I could kill you right now and no one would even ask." That was the sad and bitter truth and it made me straighten up. 

That night, after dinner, Dexter Raymond called me.  "Are you ready? You don't have to do this." "I know I don't Ray, but I want to." I slipped on a hoodie and a pair of loose pants, both were black.  I silently opened the front door, but of course, Geoff heard it from his study.  "Ramara." That was all he said. I could risk it by running out the door, but I didn't want to be subject to his wrath later.  I trudged to his study and opened the door.  "Where are you going?" He asked me.  I put my hands in my hoodie pockets. "I'm hanging out with Brandon." "If I didn't know the boy was gay, I would would have tied you up." My face flamed in heat. "Can I go now?" "Kiss me and I'll let you." My mission was really important, so