Some men occupied their free time with the pleasures of the flesh, Marlon de San Marino was one of them. As payment for a debt, he accepted to be part of a ménage and he didn't imagine that the forbidden woman would be etched in his mind forever. Simone Muller was tired of suffering. linked to a dangerous and cruel man, she fled from Dualopis to free herself. It didn't go far enough, he found her and took revenge, leaving her fragile. Rescued by a powerful and sarcastic billionaire, she believed she would be just another one in his bed. But Marlon had other plans and he was more than willing to go into the deep end to get Simone out of there. ATTENTION! This story contains scenes not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age. Includes triggers, profanity, and inappropriate character conduct.
Chapter 1 Weeks before
Weeks before...
Anger was one of the feelings that made us blind to a situation.
Due to a debt, which I was already fed up to continue collecting, I
accepted the only offer that scoundrel wanted to offer.
A ménage with one of your babies. And it wouldn't be just any
woman, but the one that couldn't get out of my head, since the first time
I saw her at the Feast of Lust, on the roof of Dualopis. The guy disguised
himself as a sugar daddy â€" because of the â€"but his title was actually pimp. last name.
I was blind and horny when I took it. By the time everything was
organized and I was waiting for the two of them to arrive, in an exclusive
apartment for what we were going to do with her, I was punishing myself.
I had received a good education and was such a gentleman with
the women that I hooked up for one night. No justification was sufficient
to explain what I was about to do.
I looked at the empty glass in my hand, then at the starry sky,
and made myself a promise: destroying Oscar Daddy would be on my priority list. I was exhausted from seeing your distortion
pleasure with deceit. All women would be free of that bandit disguised as a
businessman, starting with Simone.
I dropped my drink on a surface, placed my phone on top of the
speaker, and chose the playlist for wild sex. In the living room, a large
wooden table with bindings and the red light changed my vibration from
anger to lust. She would be tied up, blindfolded and fucked.
I shouldn't be attracted to that kind of arranged sex. My mother
suffered enough domestic violence from my father for me to be every
woman's dream. Sarcastic in the right measure, affectionate when it should
be.
I quelled the monster in me that was tearing through their bars, to go out and have fun with both of them.
“And they tell me you're not worth fighting for.
I've been through hell and back for you Whatever you do, I'm still yours - I came back to
hell for youâ€
Self Deception â€" Hell and Back
The door opened and loud music would prevent us from talking.
That was another specification of Oscar Daddy, a ménage with
dominance and humiliation, because that's how his favorite baby liked it.
The woman's downward gaze and seriousness almost
convinced me that she was being forced into the act. As soon as the
door closed behind them, she turned her back to me and went to kiss the asshole.
I would make her say she was mine, if only for a second.
He undressed her without care, unlike I would. I noticed welts on Simone's skin, surely they got involved a few days ago and the
son of a bitch wanted her for more, without her having recovered.
Far from me the root practice of BDSM, it involved much more than sex. With me it was fetish and adult games, to the limit of
both. My philosophy was pleasure mixed with fantasy that provided arousal.
I approached them, Oscar Daddy glared at me as he continued kissing her. She was nearly naked, her thin dress and
shoes discarded at her feet. I wanted to touch every mark and worship every welt, but I held back.
He pushed her to her knees and promptly started unzipping his pants.
"You're in too much of a hurry," I said into his ear, with Simone sure didn't hear.
"Because I promised her you'd be a voyeur, but it will be the opposite. I'm going to come in your mouth, then you'll do everything.
Idiot!
I took a step back, disgusted to see the two of them and wanting to end this antics. Oscar Daddy was unflappable, smiling like
he owned the world. Not on my life, asshole.
Again, anger blinded me. Instead of canceling and bringing in the billing team to teach this corrupt businessman a lesson, I came
up with a revenge plan.
I moved away from the two, took off my jacket and untied my tie, placing the items neatly lined up on top of the farthest armchair. I
rolled up the sleeves of my white dress shirt, took off the belt and unzipped it, I would keep the clothes on so she would know the
difference who was around.
Do not. First of all, I would whisper in her ear if she wanted
to find a better way to feel pleasure. If she liked wild sex, there were
other, gentler ways to do it. I didn't have to be the monster, I could be
the rebel angel, just enough.
Even with the sound loud, I could hear the moan of pleasure,
that mouth had been tainted with the fucking untruth. I turned to
watch her walk over to the table, she tried not to stare at me but I
saw the uncertainty in her eyes. Our interaction was never with her
being submissive, the way she was. I wanted to know what was going
on in her head, I would save her if necessary.
She would be mine until the end of that act.
Oscar Daddy ripped her panties, leaving marks on her hip. He bound
her wrists with the leather cuffs, then her ankles, leaving her open for anyone
to enjoy.
A large bandage was placed across her face, and I had to push the
fabric to keep from suffocating her. I lip read what the idiot mumbled, she could
even breathe through her mouth, but she wouldn't do everything he said.
I countered with my bored countenance, which was received by him
as if I challenged him. His hand tightened and slid down her body, reached
between her legs and gave another strong and unnecessary slap. I raised my
hand to stop him, he smiled and went to sit down, straightening his limp dick
that was sticking out.
I walked over to the pimp, stomping and irritated. From here,
it would be my way and fuck the brutality he demanded.
"You're just going to watch," I ordered aloud and he chuckled,
settling down without looking at me.
- Yes. Do it your way, I promised her a moment
different.
I went back to Simone, who was breathing hard. Her body shuddered
and I dared touch her foot. The shiver had more to do with the cold the air
conditioning provided, I was willing to
turn into real hard-on.
I gave a gentle massage to the sole of the foot, then the other.
I put my hand on the surface next to his side, but I didn't
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