by Sam Crescent
You want it.
You want his touch on your body.
It was wrong. He was a man that sold women for sex, willing women yes, but he was essentially their high-priced, very dangerous pimp. He was the man, that even now, even after “saving” her, was keeping her here against her will.
Is he really though?
“Let’s see how much she enjoys what I did, Alessandra,” Zeke said.
She watched his hand, mesmerized, as it glided down Bella’s body. The woman’s stomach clenched but she wasn’t trying to get away from Zeke’s touch; she wanted it, she wanted him.
His hand dived between Bella’s thighs, and Alessandra heard the wet sound as he played with her pussy.
“Ah, nice and wet, just how I like it.” He pulled his fingers out of Bella’s pussy, and made her lick it.
Alessandra gasped. She’d never witnessed anything so erotic in her life.
Suddenly, he turned the woman, and she got a good look at the woman’s back. She winced at the sight; the woman’s back was covered in red welts.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Zeke asked.
She didn’t say a word.
“I’m not finished yet. Bella can take the pain I like to give out, because she loves it, yearns for it. Can you handle it, Alessandra? Will you soon yearn for my belt, too?”
To be continued…
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