by Raine Miller
When I felt I’d gone far enough, I stood up and kissed her, my hands still working her. “Bite me now.”
I looked in her eyes as she came again, humping on my hand as she finished.
Her quiet whisper chilled me to the bone. “No. You’ll wait till I’m ready. Leave me now.”
Punishment. She was torturing me for my rejection of the night before. “Please don’t do this. I’m sorry for last night. Please. I need it so bad. You don’t understand what it’s like.”
She looked at me cold, glacier cold. She didn’t care how I felt. She growled menacingly. “Go now.”
I used every last ounce of willpower I had walking out the bedroom door, doing as she commanded. I feared she may never give me what I needed if I didn’t obey.
I sat in my room freaking out and downed a thirty dollar bottle of Zinfandel in ten minutes. I raided the medicine cabinet and found forty mg tablets of OxyContin, a lifesaver. By the time the Oxys kicked in I was already blasted on the wine, feeling pretty damn good. If I could get my hands on some more Oxys or Suboxone, I could withstand Lia’s nasty little games until Enrique made it back tomorrow night.
She made me wait till midnight before calling me on the intercom. Her ‘two hours’ turned out to be five hours. Oh how I had wanted to call her, to beg her. I almost did it dozens of times. The only thing keeping my sanity intact was the fact I was shit-face drunk.
“I’m ready for you now, come to my room.”
I answered in my drunken slur. “Oh great, let’s party.”
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CHAPTER 18
I had long since abandoned the wine glass. I showed up at Lia’s bedroom door with the Zin in hand, my face wet and sticky from spilled wine, butt naked. I was staggering drunk, the kinda drunk where you can actually drive better than you can walk.
“Let’s party!”
I stumbled into her room. She wasn’t alone. Of all the things I imagined she might want to do, I never thought she would want a man. Turns out he wasn’t really there for her. He was supposed to play with me. I read it all there clearly in her mind.
She had run an ad in craigslist personals, “Smoking hot Latina needs monster cock.”
She posted a picture of me in a red Gucci dress with my rose-tinted shades. Bitch tried pimping me out for free! She’d done it last night right after I turned her down!
What I didn’t comprehend at the time, but would later grasp, is that Lia had learned to control her thoughts in my presence. She could hide certain things from me. I’d never seen this coming, even though she planned it since last night. I suppose I was too sloshed to think about the ramifications of her surprise.
Guy called himself Corey. Kinda femmy looking, bisexual all the way, and he did indeed have a monster cock. Believe it or not, anything over six inches is uncommonly large. Few men are that large. So yeah, when girls say oh you’re so big, they’re probably lying, or they haven’t had any real comparison.
“Damn you’re sexy, girl.” He stared me up and down. Like all men of his size between the legs he wondered if I could take all of it without complaining. I’d heard the gripe several times from different men. They have to be overly careful with their girlfriend – wife – significant other. It’s just not fair they can’t bury that thing to the hilt whenever they want. That’s why they came to me, the Energizer Bunny, service without complaint.
The problem, I never agreed to fuck anyone else, and most certainly not for free.
“A thousand dollars an hour, paid up front.” It was the first thing out of my mouth when Corey dropped his pants to show off his erection. Guess I was too sauced to be graceful about it. I didn’t want him touching me with that thing, and I didn’t want his money either. I hoped to scare him away.
“What the hell? She said this was all for fun – no charge!” He pointed at Lia.
I stared hard at Lia. I really wanted to smash my Zinfandel over her head and shove my hand in her unconscious mouth to force her to bite me. Lia smiled with a cold, wicked grin that never reached her eyes.
“If you want favors from me, you’ll do what I want. Remember, you promised to do anything I wanted.”
I cursed and downed the rest of my Zinfandel in one whack. Wine ran down my chin, neck, and breasts.
“Fine! Do you have any coke?”
I was such an addict. But I vowed Enrique would hear all about this, and Lia would pay dearly for her manipulations. For now, I had to play her game.
With my acceptance, she tossed her robe aside, nude underneath, and began buckling on a marvel of modern science. She had a contraption designed for lesbians with big bank accounts, a strap-on dildo with little vibrating nodes inside and out, and it rotated. A power tool sex toy, the fanciest I’d ever seen. Thing had to cost near a thousand dollars or more. It even had a smaller ergonomically-shaped dildo curved inward for the wearer. She’d get hers while giving it to me.
I was fascinated with the toy. Better than a smart phone, definitely had more useful applications. She demonstrated the thing by pinning me to the wall and fucking me none too gently. God damn the girl was strong. She gave it to me so hard she actually lifted me up into the air. It felt really strange to look into her cold eyes, the vibrating nubs against my clit, and a huge dildo lifting me off my feet with each thrust. Fun, but weird.
Corey stood there watching, stroking himself, wishing he could get in on the action.
Lia stopped just before I popped off. She didn’t want me to climax – another nasty little part of her game. But I don’t need anyone to do it for me. I finished the job myself, rubbing and moaning for a few seconds to relieve the frustration. Lia watched me, fascinated, wet and horny. It turned her on to watch. Finally, she broke out the coke. I needed it bad.
She intended to keep us high enough on coke so we could perform at her pace. She had an all-night marathon planned.
All this time in Enrique’s home he treated me like a princess, a lover. He respected me. I never felt like a whore. Lia succeeded in smashing my new-found confidence. She debased me to the level of a drug addict exchanging sex for a fix. I hated her more than ever.
We took several bumps each. Between the wine and the coke, I could withstand the withdrawals. I was as ready as I’d ever be for her marathon. It’s a well-known fact some women can literally fuck all night long with a sufficient supply of cocaine. I had put that fact to the test on several occasions. This was simply one more night I had to endure something I had done before.
What hadn’t occurred to me, yet, was if Lia planned to bang me with her bionic strap on, what about Corey’s monster cock?
I found out the hard way.
“Ride me.” Lia lay down on her back with the spinning power tool thrust up between her legs. She wanted me on top of that thing.
“Hey, I want my turn.”
Lia looked at me with those ice-cold eyes. “Backdoor.”
I balked. “No fucking way.” She grabbed onto my hips and pulled me down tight onto the power tool. I was so damn wet from that thing. Her hips were soaked, from me.
“You let him, if you want what I have.” She snapped her teeth at me in imitation of a chomping bite. God, I needed it so bad.
“Please no.” I whimpered.
She nodded her head yes, a wicked gleam of anticipation in her eyes. She wanted to see me punished.
“Okay, but put on a condom.” I murmured at him over my shoulder. I couldn’t look at him, I was so ashamed. She had reduced me to the lowest point of my life, a whore for her bite.
“I don’t have a condom. Don’t you have any?” He didn’t want a condom. Like most men, he didn’t like the way it felt.
Lia growled in my face as she fucked me harder with her power tool. “Just do it.”
I knew he was clean, or that he believed himself clean, but I still hated every second of it. Cory did what men have done since the dawn of time – he rammed his cock all the way in, taking full advantage of Lia’s power over me. I’d forgotten to
bring the lube. I learned of Corey’s sadistic side. He liked to see a woman hurt, especially if he was the source of her pain.
Thank God for cocaine.
I don’t think I’d have been able to pull it off if I wasn’t so high. The two of them fucked me raw for what seemed like hours. Lia made me wait all that time, while they sandwiched me till I literally couldn’t walk or stand. She pushed it as far she could go without driving me over the edge of insanity. Round after round of punishing sex. Finally Corey begged off. His cock hurt too much, he couldn’t go on.
He shuffled off to the bathroom to clean himself up while Lia bit me. Five a.m. in the morning. I’d gone twelve hours without a bite. In my coke – venom – exhausted condition, I made the mistake of opening my big, fat, stupid mouth. “I’m gonna make you pay for this when Enrique gets back. He’d never approve of what you’ve done to me.”
She didn’t react much at the time, slightly raised eyebrows, a small intake of breath. She pushed me off and left me lying in her bed exhausted – bleeding – demoralized. If I’d known what she intended, I’d have dragged my bleeding ass out of bed and hidden until Enrique returned. She took off to the shower, probably hiding her thoughts from me, maintaining privacy by distance. I passed out in her bed, unaware of what was to come.
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CHAPTER 19
Night three of Enrique’s absence started out relatively normal. I’d slept well through the day. I awoke to find myself naked in Lia’s bed, wrapped in sheets stained with my blood. Lia lay in bed next to me, still out cold – the sun hadn’t set, yet.
I hauled myself out of bed and limped my sorry ass back to my own room to soak in a wonderful burning hot bubble bath. Though sore and walking funny, I was in pretty good shape all things considered. I knew from experience the kind of abuse I endured should’ve made it impossible to sit down for a week. That vampire’s venom was truly miraculous shit.
I fought every raging instinct in my body urging me to go see Lia immediately at sunset. I vowed to never beg that woman for anything ever again. By eight-thirty I paced the room, a bottle of Patron tequila halfway gone. With enough liquor in my system to bolster my attitude, I worked up the nerve to go to Lia’s room and demand she bite me immediately. As I stomped down the hallway in my red silk bathrobe, tequila bottle in hand, she intercepted me.
“Get dressed. We’re going out on the town.” She flashed me her nasty little hate filled grin. “Remember you promised me a girls’ night out.”
“I’m not going anywhere or doing anything till I get what I want. Bite me now!” The wonders of liquid courage.
“You’re not in a position to give any orders. If you want my bite, you’ll be dressed and ready to go in twenty minutes. I’m going out, and I’ll leave you here alone. Who knows, I may not come back till tomorrow night.”
“You bitch! This wasn’t the deal. Enrique never gave you license to treat me this way!”
“Oh, by the way, he called a few minutes ago. You were busy, so I took a message. He wants you to know he’ll be another day or two. Your precious master has left you under my care. Do what I say or you’ll not get a single bite till he returns.”
I stomped off fuming mad, slamming my bedroom door. I threw the tequila across the room to smash against the nightstand. There were no words to express how I felt. Screaming was the only thing that did it. I screamed till my throat hurt. I put a couple holes in the wall, destroying the beautiful floral print wallpaper.
I knew I would capitulate to her demands, but I hated it. I hated her with every ounce of drunken hatred I could command. I wore a skimpy black cocktail dress. Low cut in the front with no back whatsoever, no underwear unless I wanted people to see it. My grand plan was to seduce Lia to get what I want. It’s what I’d been doing all my life, using my sexuality as a tool to survive. She’d done her worst last night. No matter how hard, fast, or long she wanted to fuck me, I could take it and recover by the next night.
I convinced myself there was nothing she could do to hurt me. Since I didn’t know where we were going, too proud to ask, I ended up way overdressed.
We arrived by taxi at the Blue Smoke barbecue joint. It’s informal, picnic bench style tables, live music. I looked way out of place in my Prada fuck me pumps and barely-there shimmery black cocktail dress. Lia dressed conservative in a cream sweater and black slacks – she’s always like that no matter where we go.
“Hang out here long enough and you’ll probably get that thousand dollars an hour you wanted.” Lia snickered at me, pinching my ass. She had really started to piss me off the way she treated me like a piece of meat existing solely for her entertainment.
I downed several more shots of tequila right away. Keeping my alcohol buzz ramped up seemed to help fight off the intense craving and withdrawals.
“What the hell are we doing here?” I wanted to be civil, but I sensed something off, and it put me on edge.
“We’re waiting for someone.” Her frigid smile never reached her eyes.
I couldn’t catch a solid idea from her thoughts. I couldn’t even picture who we were supposed to meet. I began to suspect she deliberately thought of other things – meaningless things – like the plunging neckline of my dress, and the pungent smell of charred meat she found irritating. To her, food smelled like crap – totally unappealing. The only thing Lia wanted was kinky sex and hot, fresh blood straight from the jugular.
Her thoughts got me nowhere, but I sensed something amiss. I just didn’t know what, or what I could do about it. Suddenly she spotted someone, and abruptly popped up out of her chair.
“I’ll be right back.”
In her thoughts I caught a name, Pancho. She’d been waiting for someone named Pancho to arrive and it had something to do with me.
My instincts screamed to leave. Now. Get out. I couldn’t think of anyone named Pancho. I had a horrible feeling in my gut. I got up and headed straight for the door, steeling myself to try to make it through the night without her bite. I thought if I could get my hands on some more Oxy’s to hold me over, I might make it till Enrique came home.
I was too slow. The trap Lia had laid for me already sprung. I’d forgotten that Pancho was a nickname for Francisco. Francisco Lopez, a.k.a. Arana – Spider. He snatched me up by the arm with a pistol held against my back, hidden under the folded jacket draped over his arm.
“Andale, puta – I’m so happy to see you again. We gonna go to my place and have some fun. It’ll be just like old times.” I squealed in surprise, hadn’t seen him coming. “Shush … Go quietly puta. You don’t want me to blow your guts all over this nice restaurant.”
He meant every word of it. He really wanted to shoot me. The only thing that would keep me from getting shot – immediate cooperation. He steered me out the door, same direction I had been headed.
“Nice and quiet. You make noise and I’ma have to kill you.” I kept silent. He wanted me dead. He didn’t care when or where, as long as it was sooner rather than later. Resistance would’ve given him the excuse to do it right there.
He steered me into a taxicab. I saw Lia standing on the sidewalk as he slid in beside me. She looked me straight in the eyes and winked. I read it all clearly in her mind. She’d been plotting a way to get rid of me since she left for Spain. She was extremely jealous of my relationship with Enrique. She hated how close we were. She’d been that close with him before, but their relations had steadily devolved to a function of master-servant. He no longer treated her as a girlfriend, and she deeply resented what she saw developing between Enrique and me.
Lia had been commanded-compelled by Enrique not to raise a hand against me. She couldn’t make a move intended to harm me, rough sex being the exception. Arana had no such limitations. He could do whatever he liked. Lia had arranged for him to take care of the dirty work she was incapable of performing. The age-old concept from Sun Tzu’s Art of War, “The enemy of my enemy is also my friend.”
Arana had big plans for me involving r
opes, restraints, a heavy dose of violent sex, and the use of my body as a new punching bag. He was flaming pissed off at me.
“You know how much shit I got from Faustino over you? He blamed me when you disappear. He’s got a hard-on for you. He like you or something, I don’t know.” Arana had taken the full blame with Faustino over my disappearance. If he fucked up again, the shark would eat the spider for lunch.
“What’s so damn special about you? You all skinny, no tits, no ass. I don’t get it, why he like you so much?”
“I can explain. If you take me to Faustino I can explain. It’s not your fault. I can convince him it’s not your fault.”
“Too late for that, puta.”
He had no intention of returning me to Faustino. He planned his juicy revenge, and then I would truly disappear, permanently. The way Arana saw it, I’d already disappeared. He’d already paid the price for it. Nothing to be gained by bringing me back into the fold. My return couldn’t undo the damage. I’d just be a pain in the ass. Arana would be forced to watch me closely, to make sure I didn’t take off again. Just another source of headache to him. He planned to get some violent kicks off on me for a time and then toss my disfigured corpse in the Hudson River. No one would ever be the wiser.
Enrique would never know what happened to me. I’m sure Lia could play it off like I ran out on her at the restaurant. I was so conspicuous in my cocktail dress. It wouldn’t be difficult to find witnesses who saw me arrive with her and leave in a hurry with another man.
Arana put his hand on my thigh and slithered up between my legs to discover I wasn’t wearing underwear. “Look like a damn model.” As he rubbed my inner thighs, speaking of how beautiful I looked, he imagined how fun it would be to destroy such a thing of beauty.
I was so terrified. I could barely speak as he guided me to the entrance of the Towers in Spanish Harlem from the taxi. Things had changed since I left.