Finally, Nathan groaned and came in my mouth. I usually liked swallowing. I liked it because I loved him. But as I swallowed, I felt used. Very used. Especially with Yuri’s finger still inside me.
Nathan and I stared at each other as his erection softened and fell out of my mouth. I was so unbelievably hurt at that moment, I wanted to cry. I felt betrayed. But his next words made it worse. “I think it’s only fair to return the favor, Kitten.”
At first, I thought he was going to make me suck Yuri off, but when he pushed me backward, I realized that’s not what he meant. He laid me on my back on the table and knelt between my legs.
“Nathan, please don’t,” I whimpered. “Please, don’t do this!”
“Don’t give you pleasure, Kitten?” He gave me a sloppy grin. “That would be ungentlemanly of me.”
I put my hands over my face as he lifted my skirt, exposing my pussy for all the room to see. Granted, there weren’t that many people left in the room, but it was still humiliating.
He had promised! He had promised he wouldn’t share me with anyone.
I figured the faster he made me come, the faster it would be over. And I really did enjoy his mouth on me. So much. So I resolved to ignore the vulgar comments from the other men and concentrated on Nathan’s tongue.
My clit was sensitive from my previous orgasm and it wasn’t long before I was moaning and thrashing my head back and forth. To the sounds of several men cheering Nathan on, I arched my back again and screamed out my orgasm. I clawed at the table and tried to scoot away when he didn’t stop, but he held my hips in place and kept sucking on my clit.
“Nooo!” I cried as another wave of pleasure swept over me.
“God, you’re so delectable, Kyra,” he murmured against my sensitive flesh.
Yuri said something in Russian and Nathan answered him in Russian. I didn’t know Nathan spoke Russian!
I shrieked and tried to scoot away when I saw Yuri taking Nathan’s place. His mouth came down on me hungrily and began eating me with gusto. He had to hold my legs down to keep me from kicking him. No, he wasn’t hurting me, but I didn’t want another man’s mouth on me. I screamed and struggled to get away.
“Ungrateful bitch,” Pavel said, soft enough Nathan couldn’t hear. Then his hips were at my eye level and I saw his cock. He was stroking it and then thrust it into my mouth. He was nowhere near as big as Nathan, but I didn’t want him there. I tried to get away, praying Nathan would see what was going on and rescue me, but nothing happened. Except Pavel held my hands away from him and shoved himself into my mouth over and over again.
Another orgasm rushed through my body and I screamed and rolled my eyes back into my head. As I was coming down, Pavel came in my mouth and I nearly choked. He held my head in place, not letting me move.
“Swallow, little cum sucker,” he said with an evil grin. “Swallow and I will let you up.”
Tears filled my eyes as I swallowed, and he released me.
As soon as I was released, I turned to my side and started sobbing. I pulled my dress down and looked to see Nathan talking with Yuri and ignoring me. I knew he’d be angry with me, but I was too hurt to care. I scrambled to my feet and ran out of the room, up the stairs, and into my old bedroom. I heard noises coming from Jason’s room, which just made me cry harder.
I knew the door didn’t lock and stood just inside the doorway trying to decide what to do. Hearing voices in the courtyard, I looked down to see Pavel standing there with another man, both looking around. He turned in my direction and I jumped and ran further into the room. I ran into the closet and huddled in the corner.
Tears streamed down my face, dropping into a puddle on the wooden floor beneath my face. My heart was broken. It ached so badly.
Then I heard the door open. “Little mouse? I know you are in here.”
It was Pavel. How did he get upstairs? Oh, God. Please don’t let him find me!
I heard slow footsteps and a low chuckle. “If you come out, I won’t hurt you. If I have to find you, you will regret it.”
I trembled and covered my mouth to keep from making noise. Was he bluffing? Did he really know I was in here? He was in the bathroom now.
“Little mouse,” he called in a sing-song voice. “Come out so we can play. I want a taste of your luscious pussy.”
I heard his footsteps coming closer and then I saw him outlined in the doorway of the closet. Maybe he wouldn’t see me in the dark.
“There you are, little mouse.” He lunged forward and grabbed me. I screamed and he shoved something in my mouth to muffle the scream.
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Nathan promised! He promised!
Pavel carried me back into the bedroom and tossed me on the bed. I tried to flip over to the other side of the bed, but he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back to him. I screamed again, but whatever was in my mouth kept it from being more than a groan. I tried to pull it out, but he grabbed my hands and tied them together behind my back with something soft.
I struggled to get away, but he was too strong. I kicked at him and he held my ankles, turning my kicks into bounces and making me a little nauseous. Well, if I threw up, he might not want me anymore. The thought was appealing, but then I would probably just throw up into my gag and likely choke myself.
So I cried instead.
Pavel got leverage on my legs and buried his face in my pussy. I don’t know why he was so determined to eat me, but he was. It didn’t feel bad until he bit me and I squealed. He must have liked the sound, because he did it again and again. I sobbed and prayed Nathan would find me. Or that someone would find me. I didn’t even care if Nathan was angry at me, I just wanted to be found.
But no one came, and Pavel continued to bite and lick me. I stopped fighting and just cried.
“Come for me, little mouse, and I will stop.”
I honestly didn’t know if I could come. I couldn’t stop crying and he kept biting me. Oh, this was a nightmare. Would I ever wake up?
Finally, he growled and his face appeared above me. “If you will not come, then I will just fuck you.”
That woke me up and I shook my head hard. I tried to beg, but he couldn’t understand me. He just laughed and fussed with his pants. I twisted and turned, trying to get away, but with my hands tied behind me, I didn’t get very far and a moment later, my legs were spread and he pushed into me. Fortunately, I was wet with his saliva, so it didn’t hurt. Nathan was so big; any other man would be unable to hurt me.
But it didn’t stop my heart from hurting. I sobbed as he fucked me hard.
“God, your cunt is loose,” he said as he slammed himself into me, hard. I grunted. I was afraid he would hit my cervix, which was extremely tender now that I was pregnant. Nathan tried his best not to, but it was difficult when he got really excited. I tried not to let him know when it hurt; I didn’t want him to feel bad.
“How many men have you really fucked, you slut?” His face was contorted and ugly with lust and anger. “Jason couldn’t have really been your first. Not at your age.”
He pushed my knees up into my chest and started pounding me. This time, he did hit my cervix and I screamed with every thrust. I was sobbing so hard, I couldn’t see straight and barely acknowledged when he was done. He dressed as he stood over me with a disgusted look on his face.
I felt him wrap something around my ankles as he said something in Russian that sounded like a curse or an insult and then left the room.
The hacienda was quiet—disturbingly peaceful after what I’d just gone through. I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep, or death, to come quickly.
When I next opened my eyes, the sun was up. The hacienda was still quiet and I was still tied up on my bed. My hands were numb.
My mouth felt like it was filled with sand and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t spit the gag out. I think it was stuck to my tongue.
I started crying again, rolling to my side and curling up in a ball. My stomach hurt, my pus
sy hurt. But most of all, my heart hurt. Nathan broke his promise to me. He shared me with other men. He let someone hurt me.
This hurt worse than having to give up Jason. Maybe because I had to give up Jason, it hurt worse. If he’d just left me alone… Oh, so many things. I wanted to die.
I stared out the window, looking at the mountains for an eternity before I heard people moving around outside.
Would they notice I was missing? Would they look for me?
Tears streamed down my face until the blanket was wet beneath me.
My arms were hurting so bad and I couldn’t feel my hands. I moved them as best I could. I moved my legs, but they were bound tight at my ankles. I felt so hopeless.
Please, someone find me!
Suddenly, the door opened behind me and I heard someone curse. I was hurting too much to figure out whose voice it was.
“Kyra! Oh, God! What happened?” I think it was Mark. My hands were freed and I groaned as I tried to move them. He unbound my ankles and turned me over onto my back. He was blurry through my tears.
I couldn’t move my arms so he worked the gag out of my mouth and then began to rub my arms. I flinched at every touch.
“I know it hurts, Kyra, but you need to get the blood flowing again.”
I started crying and he kept massaging my arms until I could move them again. Then I turned onto my side, away from him, and curled up into as tiny a ball as I could, hugging my pillow to my chest.
“I’m going to go get Nathan,” he said.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to see him. I wanted to die. I never knew how agonizing emotional pain could be. Yes, I had a taste of it with Jason, but this was worse. So much worse.
The door opened again a few minutes later and I heard Nathan’s heavy footsteps hurry around the bed. He knelt in front of me and took my hand in his. “Kyra? Kyra, love. Talk to me. What happened?”
I didn’t look at him; I just stared out the window.
Nathan smoothed my hair back from my face and stroked my wet cheek. “Kyra, please. I don’t know what happened last night. I don’t remember any of it past my first couple of drinks. Tell me what happened.”
I still didn’t respond. I expected him to get angry, but he just stayed there, stroking my cheek and begging me to talk to him.
Finally, I just closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to hear him. I just wanted him to go away.
“Call Luís,” Nathan said, not leaving like I wanted him to. “Tell him to get up here now.”
I felt Nathan’s arms around me and he picked me up and carried me out of the room. I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t support myself. I just lay limp in his arms.
Nathan walked for a few minutes and then we went back inside a room. I guessed it was his room by the scent; it always smelled spicy in there. He placed me carefully in bed and covered me up, then lay behind me and held me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
I wanted to squirm away from him—I didn’t want his arms around me—but I couldn’t make my body move. I couldn’t do anything but lay there and let him hold me. And I hated it. Then sweet numbness settled over me.
Dr. Perez came a while later and Nathan finally released me.
“Is she sleeping?” Dr. Perez asked.
“I think so. She hasn’t opened her eyes.”
I felt myself rolled to my back and Dr. Perez began examining me.
“Is the baby okay?” Nathan asked with an anxious voice. “Oh, God. What if something happened to the baby last night and that’s why she’s unresponsive?”
My dress was lifted and I felt the cold goo that allowed the doctor to listen to the baby’s heartbeat. I felt my own anxiety grow as I waited for the precious sound. Had Pavel hurt the baby when he raped me?
If I could have, I would have sighed in relief when I heard the rhythmic beat of the baby’s heart. It was steady and strong as always.
“Thank God,” Nathan murmured. I felt the bed dip and then his hand on mine. “What’s that?”
What’s what?
I felt my legs spread apart and Dr. Perez, I assume, touched my pussy with gloved fingers. “It looks… like bite marks.”
Nathan cursed.
My legs were spread more. I was used to Dr. Perez seeing me naked and it didn’t really bother me all that much. Would he be able to tell Pavel had sex with me? Will Nathan be furious with me?
“There is definitely some trauma here, Nathan.” I felt his finger inside me. “And semen.”
Nathan cursed again. “Can you tell whose it is?”
Dr. Perez made a noise, almost a chuckle. “Not by looking at it, no. I can take a sample and send it to a lab, but it will take a few days.” My dress was pulled down and I was covered back up with the blankets.
“How much will it cost to get it done right away? Can you fly into the city and do it?”
“Yes, I can. But do you want me leaving her?”
Nathan sighed. “No. I want you here in case something is wrong. Fuck.”
“You don’t remember what happened?”
“No!” Nathan exclaimed. “I remember having some drinks and then everything went kind of fuzzy.” He was quiet for a moment. “I remember… Oh, fuck.” The bed moved again and Nathan’s warmth disappeared. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. She’ll never forgive me.”
“What happened?”
I heard a creak from across the room. “I made her give me a blowjob downstairs and… fuck.” It sounded as if he were sitting in the chair near the window. “I think Yuri was touching her. For some reason, it turned me on to watch it. He made her come. Then, I forced her onto the table and ate her out. In front of everyone. She was crying, but it turned me on. I was so fucking aroused by her struggles. Then…” I heard a weird sound and when Nathan began speaking again, his voice sounded broken. “Yuri held her down and ate her. And Pavel made her suck him. She was screaming until Pavel cut the screams off. Fuck! Oh, God, what did I do? I don’t remember anything after that except waking up on the couch with a splitting headache. I figured Kyra had just gone to bed, but then Mark came down and told me he’d found her tied up in her old room… fuck.” There was a pause. “Why the hell would I be turned on by her hurting, Luís? I love her. I love her so much.”
Dr. Perez didn’t say anything for a moment, but I heard him rustling around in his bag. I heard that sound a lot.
“What are you doing?” Nathan asked.
“I’m going to take a blood sample. It sounds like you were drugged.”
“Drugged? Why the hell would I be drugged? Ouch!”
“You refused Yuri access to Kyra, right?” Pause. “He doesn’t take being refused anything lightly, does he?”
“No, he doesn’t. I’m going to fucking slit his throat.”
“I will do this lab personally, as I do with all your labs, but that means I won’t be able to do it until she’s awake.”
Was Nathan drugged? Had Yuri really wanted me so badly he would drug Nathan to have me? That didn’t make any sense, but Nathan sounded so sincere. And why would he lie about it to Dr. Perez? I assumed he thought I couldn’t hear him, so there would be no reason to put on a show for me. Was it possible?
But what would he do if he found out about Pavel? Would he blame me? Would he be angry for upsetting his clients? Should I have let Pavel do what he wanted to without struggling? Would it have helped the deal?
The door opened and closed. “How is she?” It was Mark.
“I believe she was raped,” Dr. Perez said in his quiet voice.
“What the fuck, Nathan?” Mark exclaimed. “How the hell did she get raped here?”
“I… I don’t know.” Nathan repeated what he’d told Dr. Perez and Mark didn’t say anything right away.
“You should have kept her up here.”
“I know,” Nathan said in a low voice. “But I didn’t want her thinking I was ashamed of her.”
“You should have—”
“I know, Mark!” Nathan
yelled. “I know. I fucked up, okay? And she’s paying the price. I know.”
“Who raped her?” Mark asked after a pause.
“I don’t know. It had to have been Yuri or Pavel. I’m going to kill whoever did it.”
“Nathan, I know what you’re thinking, but you need to think first. If you kill them, you will have the entire Russian mob after you.”
“They raped the woman I love!”
“What will she do if they kill you? You know they will. And then they’ll likely come after her and do worse than… worse things.”
“So I just let them get away with it?”
“Hit ‘em where it hurts. Give ‘em a surcharge. You know how money-tight they are.”
The room was quiet again. “She will not be seen by any of my other clients. When we have guest, she will be in here under armed guard with orders to shoot to kill.”
“I think that’s reasonable.”
“I just hate the idea of her cooped up all day.”
“Better than this happening again.”
“I know.”
I heard footsteps and then the bed moved. I felt Nathan’s lips against my forehead. “Please wake up, Kitten,” he pleaded. “I need you. So badly.”
Did I trust him? Did I believe him? Could I even move if I wanted to?
I tried to open my eyes. The room was bright and I could only open them a little. I squinted.
“Kyra?” Nathan exclaimed, pulling me to him.
The numbness melted away and I started sobbing again. Nathan held me tightly against his chest as I sobbed.
“I’m so sorry, Kyra. I’m so sorry.” He repeated it over and over again and I knew he was sincere.
When I was finally able to calm down, I lay quietly in Nathan’s arms as Dr. Perez examined me, now that I was awake.
“Who raped you, querida?” Dr. Perez asked gently.
“Pavel,” I said quietly, and I felt Nathan stiffen behind me. “He found me in my room. I was hiding in the closet.”
“Why did you go up there, Kitten?” Nathan asked, turning me to face him. “If you’d stayed downstairs…” He trailed off.
“You let them…” Tears started rolling down my cheeks again. “You hurt me. You let them touch me.” I knew what I’d heard them say about him being drugged, but I needed to say it anyway. “Pavel… he almost choked me. I screamed and you wouldn’t stop them. No one stopped them.”
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