Kate
“Wake up, sleepy head.”
Matteo’s voice is never anything I want to wake up to. His hands on my flesh is even worse. What I wouldn’t give to have a blanket or a sheet to cover up with. I stir around trying to stretch the aching muscles that have been tied in one position for far too long. I open my eyes to the perpetual darkness that is beginning to haunt my dreams. I swear when I make it through this, I’m going to sleep with the lights on.
“I have a present for you.”
He’s gloating. I hate it when he’s like this, because I know somehow, I’ll be suffering in the end. I take a deep breath and prepare myself for whatever sick fantasy he’s conjured up this time. “What’s my present? Are you going to take this blindfold off and let me see some light for a change?”
“Don’t get smug. You know what will happen, and the last thing I want is for you to be bleeding on my son.”
Son? How did I not know he had one?
The green-eyed monster reaches over and removes the dark fabric covering my eyes. I’m blinded by the light that is shining down through the window of my old bedroom. I squeeze my eyes shut to avoid the inevitable headache that comes along with seeing the brightness for the first time in who knows how long. I’d like to think it’s just been a few hours, but it could be since yesterday or the day before. I swear this man keeps drugging me. I’ve lost all concept of time. For all I know, I’ve been here for a month.
When I’ve finally adjusted to the beams of light, I open my eyes. The green-eyed monster is standing above me with the sinister grin that’s the theme for most of my nightmares. If I never saw his face again, it would be too soon.
I look around my old bedroom. The curtains are the same: a rich burgundy with gold embossing. I remember picking them out and was pleased they matched my bedroom set so well. The walls are the same taupe color they always were. I pan the room and my eyes stop on what I guess is my present. My heart comes to a complete stop, and I have to take a deep breath to get it started again.
“What are you doing here?” I’m shocked by Demetrio standing in front of me. No time for pleasantries here. This guy has been following me around for several weeks and now he shows up here and stares at me lying naked on this mattress. I don’t think I could get anymore humiliated.
He shifts awkwardly, gives a half-hearted smile, and waves.
I knew there was something that wasn’t quite right about him, but I would’ve never imagined this.
“I see you’ve already become acquainted with Demetrio. How lovely. We can skip the introductions and get down to business.” Matteo clasps his hands together and produces a wide smile.
I already know this isn’t going to be good. I don’t even have to see the uncomfortable look Demetrio has on his face. I can just tell by the green-eyed monster’s enthusiasm, he’s found yet another way to torture me.
“It seems my son has been following you in order to track me down. This is the first time I’ve ever met him, and I think it’s only fair he proves his loyalty. That’s where you come in. I want you to give Demetrio the best blow job he’s ever had. If, at any second, he’s not satisfied or doesn’t appear to enjoy it, you will be punished. Is that understood?”
I close my eyes. I try to think of some way out of this predicament. How on Earth can I get free?
“Do. You. Understand?” Matteo slowly repeats.
Instinctively, I nod. Dread fills my body and weighs on my chest like someone just set an anvil on top of me.
“How many times do I have to tell you to answer me? Now open your eyes and give me the respect I deserve.”
I open my eyes just in time to see the hand connect with my face. The stinging causes my cheek to heat up. My breath hitches as I try to recover from the blow. This pain, I can tolerate. I’ve mentally prepared for this. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to recover from what I’m about to be forced to perform.
“Yes, sir.”
I stare at Demetrio as I speak to Matteo. The look on his face says it all. He’s scared and appalled by what is going on. If I had to guess, he doesn’t want to be a part of this anymore than I do. So then why is he here? Why is he idly standing by allowing this to happen? Why isn’t he doing anything to prevent it?
In my mind, I know the answer. He’s probably just as much a victim as I am. In my heart, I plead for mercy and for Demetrio to help me.
Matteo takes his arm and pushes his son toward me. Demetrio loses his balance, but recovers quickly. My heart starts to race and my hands become sweaty.
“Son, I expect you to make me proud here. Make her earn her right to lay her filthy mouth on you. Let her know you belong to royalty and you should be treated as such.”
Demetrio comes closer to the bed. “Do you think we can untie her? I’d kind of like to be sitting down while she takes me.”
The green-eyed monster laughs. “Of course. I like a man who knows just how he likes it.” He approaches my restraints. “Now, you remember the rules. No kicking, biting, scratching, no anything or things will get a whole lot worse.”
What choice do I have? I’m completely outnumbered. Hopefully, while Matteo is out of the room, I can come up with a plan to escape. Demetrio isn’t a big guy, and I think with all of my self-defense training, I might be able to take him.
Once my limbs are free, the green-eyed monster pulls me up by my arm and drags me to the floor. I don’t even get a chance to get my bearings and now my head is spinning as I’m completely off balance. Once I’m placed onto my knees, he begins to tie my hands behind my back.
“Stop, I want her to be able to rub my balls.” Demetrio’s voice is strong with a hint of arrogance, like his father’s.
He looks down on me with some weird grin on his face. The sick fuck is going to enjoy this a whole lot more than I would’ve suspected. All the more reason for me to overpower the jerk and get the hell out of here.
The green-eyed monster releases my hands and instead, grabs my ankles and ties them together. As uncomfortable of a position this is, it’s a much-needed relief from the way I was tied before. I can actually feel my finger tips and toes again. The numbness has, for the most part, subsided.
Demetrio stands up and releases his pants and allows them to drop to the floor. Judging by the looks of things, he’s not in the least bit stimulated. He uses his hand to arouse himself.
“You know, she can do that for you.” The green-eyed monster stares at us with the grin that I hate so much. If I didn’t know better, I’d say there was drool coming out of his mouth, he’s enjoying this so much.
Demetrio glances at me and then to his father before he takes a seat in the chair. He taps his leg, motioning for me to come to him.
I glare at him before slowly making my way to his lap. I’m so disgusted right now, I could vomit. This is now the second man who has forced himself on me. I feel dirty and disgusting. All I want is to take a hot shower and get rid of the filth they’ve spread over my body like a poison.
“Move it along, princess.” I glance at the green-eyed monster, who seems to be getting his rocks off seeing me in pain. I’m not so sure this is about seeking revenge on Tony anymore. I’m under the impression that this is just way too fun for him.
“Matteo, sir, are you going to stand there and watch the entire time?”
“Yeah, that was the plan. Last thing I need is that one to start any problems that you can’t handle.” Matteo bends over and smacks my bare ass.
“I don’t know if I can do it with you standing there. It’s kind of uncomfortable having my dad see me with a hard-on.”
The smile disappears from Matteo’s face. “I said that you would have to prove yourself worthy of taking my name. You don’t just get to waltz into my life and expect to be handed everything I’ve worked so hard for. You need to earn my trust. That starts now. Get going. I want to see this bitch give you the best damned blow job you’ve ever had.” He waves Demetrio on before kicking me in the butt.
I let out a squeal. It was such a surprise; I never had the chance to prepare myself for it. God, I feel like a stray dog, a useless animal, a piece of trash someone throws on the street. I’ve never felt so low in my entire life.
Demetrio grabs my head and plants it between his legs. The smell of cologne and sweat almost make me want to hurl. I used to like the smell of cologne on men, but now it’s repulsive.
I begin to lick the head of his penis. I try to take myself out of my body and just make this a mindless task. Like before, I think of another place and another time. I remember a family vacation to Hawaii and the sound of the waves crashing down on the beach creating an almost rhythmic harmony. The song “Somewhere over the Rainbow” by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole plays in my head, creating a calmness within. The laughter of children playing in the sand and waves warms my heart. I think about having my own children one day. I’d love to have a daughter. She would have long brown hair like Tony’s. I could brush and braid it. I could read her bedtime stories. The happy thoughts that fill my mind quickly dissipate as the green-eyed monster’s shoe lands in my ribs, knocking the wind out of me.
The pain is excruciating. I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to prevent any tears from forming. As I take a deep breath, I think I feel one of them moving. It’s then that I know he’s broken one of my ribs. The throbbing is relentless. I try to take my mind off of it, but my face is pulled back to where Demetrio’s cock is standing erect. I swallow down the lump that has formed in my throat and continue doing what I’m told.
“You need to pay better attention. Fucking focus on getting him off; rub his fucking balls!” the green-eyed monster yells in my ear. I refuse to cry. I won’t let him defeat me. I take my hands and use one to rub Demetrio just as I’m told, and I use the other to stroke the base of his cock. All I can do is make this as pleasurable as possible for Demetrio and get this over with. Hopefully then, I can be tied back into the bed, have the blind fold back on, and cry myself to sleep. If I could crawl under a rock and die right now, I would. I just want this to be over with either way—dead or alive.
Demetrio’s muscles grow tense and I know he’s close. He’s breathing heavily and telling me how awesome I am. The words mean nothing. He could put an ice pick through my eyeballs and I still wouldn’t feel anything. I’m numb and dead inside. I’m just a shell of the woman I was only days ago.
Demetrio pulls out of my mouth and takes his cock in his hand and continues to stroke himself. “I want to cum on you.” Before I know it, he’s shooting the warm liquid all over my face and neck. I’ve been marked by this horrible man. It was bad enough I had to touch him and give him pleasure, but now he’s left a lasting reminder on me. One that I’m sure will stay until I die or the moment I’m found. That’s because Matteo sure as hell won’t wash it off me.