66 - Weak

"Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them."

― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

. . .

OLIVIA WOODS

I cried out, feeling him move in and out furiously. My thighs shook, wetness coming out of me which he fucked back into me. He was pounding with no remorse, making me taken all of him as he pulled at my leash, blocking my airflow.

"Filthy little slut," he spat, pounding so furiously I felt like I'd die from pleasure. I whimpering, the sound blocked by the collar. His hand rained down spanks on my already bruised ass. "Are you a filthy little slut, baby?" He asked mockingly, his one hand gripped my thigh, pulling me closer to him while never stopping his movements. His cock now felt deeper, seeming to hit a spot inside of me which made me twitch. I would have fallen if he wasn't pulling at the leash.

"Answer me, Little love. Are you a little slut for me?"

I sniffed, gripping the pillow to have something to hold on to. His cock felt too big inside of me. I was so close to cumming already.

"Yes, daddy." I sobbed as he spanked me, five quick spanks which left a vicious sting behind.

"Say the whole fucking thing," he ordered.

"I-I'm your little s-slut, daddy." He grabbed my waist and pulled me up till my back was pressed to his hard chest. He wrapped an arm around my first, pounding up into me and his one hand came over my mouth, silencing my whimpers and moans into groans.

"Yes you are, baby," he whispered in my ear, licking the earlobe. "Squeeze my arm twice if you what me to stop."

I was about to cum. I tried to ask for permission but his hand prevented me from doing so. His movement got deeper, against hitting the same spot inside of me. My thighs trembled, wetness coming out of me, dripping onto them. I made urgent noises but he didn't remove his hand.

"Something to ask?" He mocked softly, chuckling when tears came out of my eyes. I wanted to cum too bad. I couldn't hold it. "You don't want to know what I'll do to your pussy is you cum without permission, little whore. Don't make daddy mad at you."

I sniffled, struggling in his arms. I was so close, right on the edge.

"You want me to be nice and let you cum, baby?" He asked. I nodded, whimpering into his hand, my hands gripping his arm.

"Cum." I did. I screamed into his hand, buckling against him as I came. My body gave out. I went limp against him and yet his cock moved in and out of me, perhaps faster than before. He didn't remove his hand as he continued fucking me, chuckling into my ear as I tried to get away from his cock. He'd break me.

"Oh, baby." He let go of me and threw me on the bad on my back. He got on top of me and was inside of me before I could even react. He attached his lips to mine and started pounding. "I've waited too fucking long to get inside this little pussy, whore," he murmured against my shaking lips. "I'm not leaving anytime soon."

By the time he was done, I had cum so many times I could not count. My body was shaking, whimpering leaving my mouth. I felt so sensitive. He came inside the condom, a small groan leaving his lips.

I closed my eyes, exhausted. I felt myself being picked up.

"I..." A small sigh. "Sleep, little love. I'll clean you."

. . .

ASHTON CREED

I walked inside the manaion with Zavier by my side.

Giovanni grinned at me. Near his knees was a woman, not the one he had the previous time we saw him. Not many women could last with him.

"Edrick's women," Giovanni said. Edrick managed many brothels. "All of them are kinky whores." He gripped the leash attached to the woman's neck, pulling at it.

I rolled my eyes, sitting down on an idle chair, sighing. I closed my eyes, relaxing back into the chair.

"Boss," Edrick's voice. "I've got a raven head for you."

I felt someone sit on my lap. What the fuck. I pushed them off, hearing a small yelp.

I opened my eyes, looking down at the woman near my feet. Black-haired, brown eyes. She smiled a seductive smile.

"Get away from me." I watched as Zavier dig a knife into Edrick's hand. I sighed. Zavier never let anything go unpunished. I closed my eyes, relaxing back in the chair again. "Edrick, fuck her yourself if you want. Stop throwing them on me."

"Sorry boss," his voice was trembling.

I hummed. I had not slept for three days. It was starting to slightly get me.

"For what do I owe this displeasure? Don't tell me Olivia got you bored already."

"Watch it," Zavier said. I opened my eyes.

Giovanni rolled his eyes, pulling the woman on his lap. Why did he always have to have a woman on him? He gripped her neck, chuckling as she gasped for breath. "Wanna share?" He asked me.

I shook my head. It would take the Valentinos some time to get that we were not going to fuck anyone but Olivia and we were never going to share her with them.

"Boring," he muttered. "Why are you here?"

"To sleep." Zavier stood up and walked away to where I knew the guest rooms were.

"You are still not sleeping with her?" Giovanni sounded surprised. "You know one day she will realize that, right?"

I shrugged, standing up. "You have to tell her."

I walked away. "Not in this lifetime."

She thought of us as strong. I didn't want her to think of us, as me, as weak.

Of course, there was a possibility of her not thinking of us as weak but I'd rather not take my chances.

She was precious to me, to us, but she wasn't ready to know the things we had done and the things done to us.

She'd never be.