Sweet Summer Vengeance

Trigger Warning: This is a dark romance. It deals with the following topics: Bondage, discipline, sadism, & masochism, also known as BDSM, dubious consent, or dub-con, and there are mentions of substance abuse, child abuse, and neglect, but none that occurs in the story. So, viewer discretion is advised.

I hear the sound of the chains of my restraints rattling as I turn my face to get some relief from the torturous itch of my nose. I rub it against my shoulder until the irritating sensation subsides. I have no idea of what my surroundings look like, where I am, or even if I'm still in South Carolina. Hell, I may no longer be on U.S. soil. My world had been submerged in darkness from the time I willingly entered the back of a black-on-black shiny Range Rover with illegally tinted windows. Before I could ask about my destination, a black burlap bag was shoved over my head, and I felt a sharp prick to the neck that had me slumbering within seconds.

 At least I could say my eighteenth birthday will definitely be one I'll never forget, considering I made a deal with a woman more sinister than Cersei Lannister but packaged in Chanel and dripping in diamonds. I try to rotate my wrist but feel the thick leather cuffs digging into my skin, making it impossible to move in these restraints. I feel the cool air whisper against my naked flesh, causing the fine blonde hairs on my arms to stand up and my nipples pucker. I know I'm naked, laying on a bed that feels like a cloud, which is a serious step up from the small R.V. mattress I've become accustomed to sleeping on with my surfer boyfriend in the van we call home. Anytime I move my legs, I feel leather cuffs around my ankles attached to a bar that spreads me wide open, exposing the pink wetness of my pussy but doesn't allow me to close them for the modesty I most definitely crave.

 I hear the door to the room creak open and the heavy footsteps of the man who was my highest bidder. I can't see for shit due to the soft black silk covering my eyes, keeping this man's identity anonymous. I feel like a mouse and as if he is a cat. A cat that enjoys playing with his food, and he's choosing to make a meal out of this to ensure he gets his money's worth. Even though I felt my body tense with fear, I couldn't blame this man because, for five million dollars, I'd expect a woman to have nipples that sprayed Diva Vodka topped with a diamond-encrusted pussy. As a high school dropout and a dirt-poor runaway with not even two pennies to rub together and a negative bank account balance, I couldn't wrap my head around those with the luxury of having more money than sense. Where five million dollars feels like five cents to you. I cringed internally to think that a couple of millions in a swift wire transaction was so insignificant to him that he'd waste money that could help those less fortunate on pussy you could get anywhere else for much cheaper.

 I could literally hear my heartbeat roaring in my ears, feeling adrenaline rush through my veins. Never in a million years did I think I'd be blindfolded and chained to a bed after willingly auctioning my virginity off to the highest bidder on a "supposed" college scholarship website where revered successful businessmen "mentored" women and provided them with college funds to reach their fullest potential. I really allowed myself to fall into a Black Widow's lie-spawned web of a charismatic, gorgeous young woman with cruel intentions. That website is a glittery pile of horseshit disguised as a good deed to mask the true high-end call girl business that many would never know existed. I contacted her, thinking it was just a run-of-the-mill sugar baby dating website. Boy, am I a big dummy, but I needed to save the life of my idiotic boyfriend, Oshin. He is a priceless treasure to me. My virginity isn't. Oshin loves me so much he understands I won't be gifting my body to him, and that didn't mean I loved him any less.

 We just desperately needed this fucking money. He's been so patient and kind with me that he'll wait a little longer to claim my body because he knows he is the only man that will ever own my heart.

 I hated being in a state of darkness. It gave me time to get lost in my thoughts. Thoughts so dark that Freddy Kruger couldn't even manifest this shit into people's dreams. No matter how hard I tried, my mind kept lingering on the depressing thought that even being chained to a bed and being used as a real-life blow-up doll would be better than any birthday spent with my shitty crack whore mother that rather shoot drugs in her veins after knocking me around than spend money on a cheap grocery store cake in celebration of the worst day of her life, my birthday.

 Anything was better than a life with that woman who didn't have a maternal bone in her body. I felt my blood boil as I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper hissing open. My blood boiled with pure rage at my boyfriend, Oshin. Things hadn't been going smoothly in our relationship for a while now. Some days I hated him more than I tolerated him, but my heart continually disagreed with the voice in my head that told me to dump his sorry ass. I was head over heels in love with this fucking idiot and understood sometimes relationships felt like a lot of work. I hated feeling powerless and vulnerable. I vowed to myself once I left my egg donor's hovel of an apartment, I'd never feel this way again. But Oshin had forced me into this position because he got in bed with a bad man. His life was on the fucking line if we didn't get the one hundred grand he owed his dope supplier. The clock was ticking, and he had seven days to pay up, or he'd find himself at the bottom of the ocean with custom-made cement shoes.

 It's as if my senses are heightened with my inability to see or touch. I smell the minty, fresh, warm breath inches away from my mouth, feel the soft curls of the man's chest hair, and my nostrils fill with the delicious scent of expensive honey bourbon and a spicy, earthy, masculine aroma. His soft lips press to mine, causing me to let out a soft gasp. He takes this opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth, gently cradling my right cheek with his strong, calloused hand. Our tongues tangle. The man kisses me softly and passionately. It's a damn good kiss. I haven't kissed many men, but I feel my desire pool between my thighs as my nipples lengthen from the incredible sensation of his soft chest hair against my ice-cold skin. Unexpectedly, my body is drawn to his like a moth to a flame. I feel myself becoming more aroused as our tongues tangle when he deepens the kiss. I feel my heart racing not out of fear but excitement about what's coming.

 Like many young women, I dreamt of this romantic, sexy scene of getting my cherry popped. Yet, I had tapered my expectations the day I posed in racy lingerie and even nude in some instances for the online bidding of my virginity. I wasn't enthused about losing my virginity to a stranger, but before I left school, I heard girls in gym class openly gossip about their first times not being enjoyable. They described it as excruciatingly painful and exclaimed to one another that no woman orgasms their first time. Being armed with this knowledge made it easier for me to allow my childish, whimsical fantasies about losing my virginity to be squashed by the realities of my cold, hard fate.

 I'm plunged back into the present when his kiss turns from the soft, passionate, pleasurable kisses of a lover to the hard, painful, aggressive kisses of an alpha male eager to get what he's due. His hands roam from my cheek down to the column of my throat. He detours at my full, voluptuous C-cup breasts and palms my right while tweaking and kneading the left one until it's painfully erect. He breaks our kiss with a sharp bite to my plump bottom lip, causing me to groan in disappointment at the absence of his mouth against mine. Damn, I've never been kissed so well and thoroughly. He has my clitoris achingly throbbing with a single kiss.

 He peppers my jawline with kisses before sucking on the pulse point of my neck, causing the back of my spine to arch. I hear his muffled laugh as the restraints clank against the headboard and the bar between my legs spreads me wider. I feel my arousal seeping onto the bed as my pussy gets wetter. The anonymous man runs his tongue over my clavicle and the valley between the perky globes of my breasts. He sucks on my right nipple, whirling his tongue around it. The stubble of his beard against the sensitive skin of my breasts as he suckles my erect nipple causes my hot, wet core to clench. I feel him pull away, sending tingles down my spine as he blows his hot breath on my right nipple. He abandons my right breast to toy with my left. His teeth gently graze it, causing a sharp pain that quickly becomes pleasurable when he soothes the sharp nip with his tongue. He sucks my left nipple as he slaps my right eliciting a throaty moan from my mouth. I pant when he abandons my breasts, licking hot ribbons of desire down my belly and swirling his tongue into my belly button. Who knew someone kissing and licking my stomach would feel so hot, so sexy, so damn erotic.

 "Damn, your tight pretty pussy is so wet for Daddy," he whispers in a deep baritone voice. He runs his thumb over my throbbing, swollen clitoris, swirling the wetness around my slick folds, lubricating two of his big, thick fingers before sliding them into me. I gasp at the sharp intrusion, even though he isn't deep enough to stretch my hymen. His mouth finds its way back to my boobs as he thrusts his fingers into me painfully and relentlessly. He hits a pleasure spot, and I feel myself become more impossibly wet as he tortures me with his hot wet mouth latched to my nipples and the way he finger fucks me with two thick fingers buried deep inside me. My legs shake as he massages a pleasurable spot with his fingers in my pussy. I feel my pussy tighten around his fingers as I skyrocket into a world of pleasure, screaming at the top of my lungs.

 I experience unimaginable euphoria I never knew existed.

 Before I can catch my breath and make sense of this new experience, he folds me in half with my knees bent to my armpits and slams into me painfully, gripping the metal bar and holding my legs wide open for him. I feel a sharp pain and let out a scream, feeling stuffed full of this man's enormous cock. I don't feel like I can move, shocked by this experience.

 "Damn, this tight wet pussy is worth every penny, Sunshine,” the anonymous man bellows, seated fully in me, allowing my body to get accommodated to the intrusion of his foreign oversized manhood in my tight pussy.

 At first, he slowly thrusts, allowing the pain to blossom into an unbelievable toe-curling pleasure. His breathing becomes labored as he picks up the pace thrusting into me faster and harder, the metal bar digging into my rib cage as he fucks me like a demented unhinged man. He savagely pounds into my pussy, smothering my petite frame into the soft bed. He must be a large man with a muscular frame as I feel him lean into me to fuck me deeper. He takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. My clitoris hits his pelvis bone at this angle, and I can't help but moan, my skin flushing with heat as our sweat mingles from the rough fucking. I feel my hot, wet core clamp down on him as my orgasm explodes from my body, obliterating me. He thrusts hard into me one more time before grunting out his own sexual release, and I feel the bed shake with a thud when he collapses beside me.

I'm panting, sore, and exhausted from being fucked so intensely for the first time. Damn, I didn't know if it was just him or if sex would always be this fucking amazing.

He grabs me by the neck roughly, and I'm unable to move with my arms still secured to the headboard and cuffed to the metal bar. I'm completely at his mercy. He whispers in my ear, "Daddy's going to have a lot of fun this weekend with fucking you as much and however I want. I'm going to fuck you so rough and dirty that you won't be able to walk out of here on your own two feet." He pats me on the cheek before I feel his big body rise off the bed. I realize he's left me in the state he found me, bound to the bed, in complete darkness. After I hear the door click shut behind him, I'm left in complete silence. Once again, I was alone with my thoughts.

My heart threatens to beat out of my chest. How long was he going to leave me in here, restrained?

 I should be upset and fearful at this strange man's callousness and how he uses my body like a glorified fleshlight. But in a sick twisted way, my pussy throbs with more excitement than pain. I am eager for him to introduce me to all the ways he wanted to fuck me.

My eighteenth birthday had been better than expected.

A few minutes after my highest bidder left me, a maid came into the room, unbound me, and helped me clean up. Even though I'm unable to explore the home's premises, I'm living in a space fit for royalty. I'm locked away in a gorgeous mansion, living out a real-life fairytale like Rapunzel locked away in her ivory tower—my rooms. Yes, rooms, meaning plural, are situated in the guest wing of this grandiose home, allowing me to have a private bathroom, living room, and master bedroom all to myself. I've spent most of the day being waited on hand and foot by my personal maid, who's been bringing me delicious cookies, cakes, and the best damn lemonade I've ever tasted.

I had never known a life of luxury and would more than likely never know it again. So, I spend most of the time living it up by watching cable trash reality television, soaking in the jacuzzi bathtub, and taking naps in that magnificent king-size bed. Yet, my fairytale ends when the clock strikes six p.m., just like Cinderella. My personal maid comes in with what she says "daddy" calls my special gifts. She holds the black silk blindfold, which causes my stomach to churn from a potent mixture of exhilaration and horror. In her other hand is a thick strap of genuine leather secured together with a circular piece of silver metal that gleams in the sunlight, shining through the sheer curtains; it reminds me of a dog collar. Before I can ask what the fuck she's holding, she pushes me into the large bathroom to help me get dressed for Daddy, who'll be joining me in my rooms in forty-five minutes.

She curls my waist-length caramel blonde hair into loose beach waves that cascade down my back in soft tendrils. She makes up my face, giving me a deep ruby red pout and smoky bedroom bombshell eyes that make my green irises look even brighter. People tell me I have the sex appeal and the banging body of Kate Upton but an innocent, fresh look like Lili Reinhart. I finally see what people mean as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. This woman has worked her magic and turned me into a sex kitten. I've never been hotter in my life. I'm stunned as she helps me into a sexy black lace sheer corset and a matching pair of crotchless panties. I'm frustrated when she blindfolds me after going through all her effort to doll me up.

What was the fucking point? I hold the protest back that sits at the tip of my tongue because Daddy gets what Daddy wants. He's made himself extremely clear that I must obey his orders from the messages he's delivered through my maid, even though I haven't seen him since he fucked me senseless the prior night.

She forces me to my knees on the plush rug in the bedroom. My personal maid yanks my hands behind my back. I hear the clink of the handcuffs closing tightly around my wrist. I let out a frustrated whimper, hating the feeling of helplessness. The handcuffs biting painfully into the delicate skin of my wrist. I taste the cold metal as she slips the leather collar into my mouth, the silver o-shaped metal piece keeping my mouth wide open, like a gag without a ball. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but I knew I'd be drooling everywhere in a matter of minutes because of the inability to close my mouth.

I sit on my haunches, submerged in darkness, my hands uncomfortable and clamped behind my back, and my saliva pooling into the valley of my tits that are thrust up to my chin. Once my maid has left the room, I sit in agonizing silence, waiting for my highest bidder to enter the room. The anticipation slowly drives me insane because I'm extremely curious about what this man has in store for me tonight. I'd be lying to say this wasn't exciting. It was a nice break from the depressing reality I called life.

Maybe in a past lifetime, I was a courtesan because I was enjoying my current state of reality a little too much. I hear heavy footfalls approach the door. My heart pounds rapidly against my breastbone when I hear the click of the door being unlocked. The handcuffs dig into my wrist as I sit with my spine a little straighter, and the steps become louder until I can feel his authoritative presence looming over my petite curvaceous frame.

A big, callous finger lifts my chin, and I feel his gaze on me, fiercely penetrating me through the soft black silk that covers my eyes. At that moment, I wished I possessed x-ray vision, desperately wanting to know what this anonymous man looked like.

Is he old? Young?

Is he Chris Evans hot? Or was he such a good fuck because he looked like Quasimodo, so the only way he could get women to want him was through a strong dick game and his bottomless bank account?

While the mystery drove me insane, I had to admit it turned me on to be getting dicked down by a mysterious wealthy man. At first, I was fearful, but anytime the thought of the previous night entered my mind, my body had an uncontrollable visceral reaction. My body would flush, my pussy would soak, and I'd feel like my heartbeat had migrated to a hard thumping between my thighs.

"Tell me you want me to fill that mouth with my big dick, sunshine," the man demands, rubbing the precum of his hard erect cock around my lips. Due to the inability to close my mouth, I tasted the sticky saltiness of his arousal as it dripped down onto my exposed tongue.

As I try to say those words through the difficulty of my mouth being immobile, he lets out a harsh laugh and slams his big thick erect dick to the back of my throat. The sudden invasion of his dick in my mouth causes me to cough around his shaft. He wraps my hair into his fist to hold me in place as he begins fucking my mouth, making me choke on his dick. He tightens his grasp on my hair, causing my scalp to painfully tingle as he roughly guides my head and thrusts into my mouth, his dick sliding back and forth against my tongue, tickling my tonsils. His grunts feel the room synchronizing with the sounds of my gagging as saliva drips out my mouth, dribbling down my chin and making a mess on the floor.

My eyes blur with tears anytime he stops to hold his dick to the back of my throat, colliding with my tonsils. I feel them roll down my face as he fucks my mouth harder.

"Aren’t you daddy’s good girl? You take my dick just how I like it, pet. I love watching you choke on my cock like a dirty girl,” the man’s deep baritone voice rasps between grunts of pleasure. His filthy words, that sexy-as-sin voice, and how he dominates my mouth cause my pussy to get wetter, coating the inside of my thighs.

Damn, I wish I could rub my pulsating clitoris that hungers for his skillful touch. I desperately wanted this mysterious man balls deep inside of me again. His balls draw up, hitting my chin as he picks up the pace in which he pistons his hips into my mouth. I feel his enormous dick twitch between my lips before the hot slimy, salty ropes hit the back of my throat as he fills my mouth with his cum.

He pulls his dick from my mouth, leaving just the tip of his manhood on my tongue, ensuring every last drop of his semen makes it into my mouth. He pulls roughly on my hair, causing my head to tilt back.

“I love to see your tongue coated with my cum,” he arrogantly declares. Since my lips are stretched open by the metal ring in my mouth, it’s easy for me not to swallow, but I can’t keep his cum from sliding out my mouth and trailing down the same path as the saliva sliding down the valley of my cleavage.

He pinches my nipples, causing a pleasurable sensation that outweighs the pain from the feeling of the lace rubbing against the overly sensitive, extremely erect buds on my chest. He palms my breasts, lubricating my tits with the mixture of my saliva and his cum that continually drips from my mouth. I start to pant when I feel his fingers slide between the slick, wet folds between my thighs. He rubs his fingers around my clitoris, stroking it until I’m a writhing mess, desperate to feel his dick inside me. He thrusts two fingers into my tight, hot, wet channel as he continues to toy with my nipples.

“Damn, Daddy’s dirty girl is so fucking wet for me, sunshine,” he whispers, his hot breath just a few inches from my erect nipples. My orgasm starts to build. I feel a tingle race down my spine as he sucks my right nipple into his mouth through the lace of the corset. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I start to squirm against his fingers, desperately wanting relief, but when I reach the precipice of pleasure, he rips his fingers out of my hot wet needy pussy to thrust them into my mouth. My arousal hits the taste buds of my tongue, the sweet tartness of my essence mixing with what’s left of the salty tartness of his semen.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers. His hot, wet breath against my ear makes me whimper from desperation from him, cruelly leaving me on the precipice of pleasure. I’m so hot and so horny I feel like I may explode from sexual want. He runs his dick between the valley of my breasts where his cum and my saliva have collected. This anonymous man wraps his dick between my breasts and begins to thrust. He strokes my nipples until I’m delirious as he fucks my tits. I go off like a rocket, shattering into pieces as my orgasm hits me. My shrill screams of pleasure cause his dick to thicken between my breasts. He allows his dick to slip free from my tits, the ground beneath me tilts as he hoists me over his shoulder and tosses me onto the bed.

I yelp in pain as I bounce onto the bed with my hands still handcuffed behind me. I arch my back to relieve some discomfort of lying on my bound wrists as his heavy body lies between my thighs. He teases me with the swollen head of his dick positioned at the entrance of my desperate sopping-wet pussy. I feel a sharp pain on my collarbone as something sharp digs into my skin like he’s carving letters into my chest. He licks away the pain and shoves into my hot, wet core. I let out a deep throaty moan of pleasure, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed full of his enormous cock. My mysterious lover moves inside me, slowly circling his hips, massaging my pleasure spot. His lips connect to mine, and I taste something warm, wet, and metallic on my lips, but I can’t put my finger on it. He bites, licks, and sucks on the painful spot on my collarbone as he fucks me hard and rough into the mattress, giving my pussy a good pounding until I’m cuming so hard I think I might pass out. He pulls out of my pussy as the last wave of my orgasm hits, cuming all over my tits.

My mystery man rolls me over on my stomach, leaving me no choice but to lie face down in a pool of my saliva and the remnants of his cum, but I’m too sexually satiated and weak from my orgasm to care. I’m lost in thoughts of never wanting to leave this euphoric dreamland—a holy grail of luxury living and multiple orgasms. I barely notice my wrists becoming free of the cuffs until he massages the feeling back into them. Next, my anonymous lover undoes the snaps of the leather that’s securing the ring in my mouth, providing me with some relief of finally being able to relax my stiff, sore jaw.

I gasp in shock and feel the soft black silk slip from my eyes. The realization that I’m no longer blindfolded gives me a surge of energy. I’m overcome with excitement to see this mystery man. Hell, he could look like Shrek, and I’d be ecstatic to thank him for this fantastic weekend. I quickly roll over, and the handsome face I’m greeted by makes my blood run cold as fear creeps up my spine.

His dark, soulless eyes watch my expression. I quickly try to mask the horror that’s probably written all over my face because my highest bidder is a dark and dangerous-looking man.

“You’re even more gorgeous than the images of you on your profile when you’re all dirty, messy, and covered in Daddy’s cum. I’ve hoped you enjoyed your weekend with me because I fucking own you. I even carved my initials into your chest, little pet, so you don’t forget who your daddy is when we part ways. You’ll be my property for the next five years in the deal you struck for a larger percentage of your payout. We’ll be having fun, getting well acquainted over the next few years,” he says with a sinister smirk, making me feel frightened, icky, and helpless. He gets off the bed, leaving me alone to sit with my thoughts.

What the fuck had I done?

And what strong, powerful, scary man had I sold myself to? He definitely wasn’t someone I wanted to cross.

Like with everything I’ve come to enjoy in life, I realize it’s always a mirage, masking something more menacing behind it.

I really was starting to re-evaluate my love for Oshin.

My reality really fucking sucked.

I’d do anything to be locked away in my luxurious ivory tower, being deliciously dicked down by my handsome, mysterious madman. I had to take two city buses and walk three miles in the scorching South Carolina heat to meet Oshin at the abandoned warehouse that is the drop-off point for his dope supplier.

I angrily toss the black duffel bag at Oshin’s feet, causing the wind to blow dirt particles in the air, creating a mini dust storm that sends us into painful coughing fits. Oshin better be happy. I loved him to the ends of the earth and didn’t want a bullet lodged into his brain to snuff his life out. The lengths I had gone to keep this man alive, I couldn’t even bring myself to think about it.

Oshin’s honey-brown eyes light up with a mixture of joy and relief as he crouches down, unzipping the black duffle bag and counting to make sure all the money he needs to clear his debts is in that bag. I’m not that much a fool in love with this gorgeous man because I deposited three-hundred and fifty grand of my cut of the money into my bank account because I would only bail Oshin’s careless ass out one time. If something like this ever happened again, I would have an exit strategy.

A girl could only take so much bull shit, even from the man she loved.

“Damn, babe, there’s two hundred grand in this bag. You must have a magical snatch that I can’t wait to taste,” Oshin jokes, causing my skin to crawl, thinking about how willingly I sold my body to protect this man.

I see fucking red. Hell would freeze over before I’d allow Oshin to touch me the more I allowed it to sink in that I sold off my virginity to the highest bidder for this egotistical dumbass’s debts.

“Fifty grand in that bag is mine, Oshin. So don’t get any fucking ideas,” I ground out, ripping the black backpack off of his shoulders, divvying out fifty grand of the money, and stuffing it into his backpack.

“Sure, whatever, babe, you deserve it. Moments like this, I remember why I love you so much,” he says, his beautiful honey-brown eyes softening as he turns his head to capture my lips. I feel my skin crawl at the thought of kissing Oshin, so I turn my head, feeling his mouth's wetness collide with my cheek.

Screechhhhh!

We both stand, snapping out of this awkward moment, as a gunmetal Rolls Royce with illegally blacked-out windows pulls to a stop in front of us.

Damn! If his supplier can afford a ride like that, clearly, I’ve been going after the wrong men. Oshin quickly shrugs his black backpack, holding my fifty grand onto his back; he takes a stand of intimidation, holds his head high, and a stoic look crosses his face. He looks less like the laid-back surfer boy I’ve grown to love and more like a dangerously sexy Armenian gangster.

I step slightly behind Oshin, letting his over-six-foot-tall muscular frame dwarf protect and hide my petite body from view. I peek over his shoulder, watching two armed men exit the luxury vehicle before expensive Italian loafers hit the dirt-covered road. A muscular, tall, beautiful man steps out of the car. His appearance was masked behind a pair of aviator shades.

“Father, what the fuck are you doing here? It’s not like you to show up to drops. I-I-I swear I was meeting Ronnie-,” Oshin stammers, the beautiful man’s fist slamming into Oshin’s gorgeous face, cutting off the rest of his statement. I hear his jawbone crack as he staggers back from the blow, dropping the black duffel bag his father’s men swoop in and pick up.

“You thought you could steal from me, you little shit? What the fuck are you, stupid? You chose to be broke and run off and pursue your surfer dreams. So, don’t think you can pull a fast one on me and my men because you’re hard up for money. You’ve been disowned, fucking live with it or come back and learn the family business you’re supposed to take over,” Oshin’s father growls, shaking his hand from the punch he threw and pulling out the crisp white handkerchief square from his pocket and wiping the blood from his knuckles.

“Fuck you. I’ve never wanted to be one of your goons,” Oshin shouts back, wiping the blood from his swollen lip as he peers angrily into his father’s face.

“Tough shit, kid. You want to push drugs? Well, you should’ve gone to one of my competitors instead of Ronnie, who’s being skinned alive as we speak. If you don’t want to join him, then you’ll make sure the next shipment comes in and gets distributed appropriately, son,” his father commands, whipping off his sunglasses as an intimidation tactic as he scowls down into Oshin’s unguarded face.

I gasp as both men look at me for the first time since their altercation. My eyes clash with beautiful honey-brown eyes. I didn’t make the connection until I saw Oshin and his father together.

Oshin’s father is my highest bidder.

Not only did I fuck my boyfriend’s father, but the sick fuck also took my virginity. I feel a rush of arousal course through my veins, my clitoris throbbing between my thighs, hungering for this man as a smirk pulls across his beautiful mouth in lustful recognition as his eyes peruse my body.

He extends his hand and speaks. “I’m this dipshit’s father, Samuel Simonyan. Nice to meet you, gorgeous. I wish we were meeting under more pleasurable circumstances, Sunshine.” My panties practically melt off of my body when he calls me Sunshine feeling my mind of all the ways he fucked me over the weekend.

Oshin scrambles to his feet from where he’s been knocked to his ass, slapping his father’s hand away from mine and grabbing me roughly by the forearm. He gives his father a deadly look and sneers, “Don’t ever touch, talk, or look at my fucking girlfriend, again.”

His father tosses back his head with a menacing laugh, holding his hands up in surrender and winking at me. I should be repulsed by his father’s secret taunts, knowing the dirty secret we share. But I can only think about how much I want my boyfriend’s dad to ram his dick down my throat and pound my pussy until I can’t think straight.

I’m stunned into silence that I can’t do anything else but allow Oshin to drag me away from the man who would own my body for the next five years.

Did Oshin set me up, or is this just some cruel, twisted fate?

Saying that Oshin is pissed after dealing with his father is an absolute understatement.

We sit on the beach together, grains of wet, warm sand squishing between our toes, the cool breeze dancing through our hair and kissing our skin as we watch the sunset over the ocean. I take a sip of my Bud Light as Oshin holds his beer can to his lip, trying to use the ice-coldness of the can to reduce the swelling of the fat lip his father unremorsefully gave him.

“I’m sorry you ever met that prick,” Oshin angrily murmurs the last glimmer of sunlight, turning his beautiful honey-brown eyes to a golden amber shade identical to his father’s, the man who paid millions for my virginity. My pussy clenches and soaks at the mere thoughts of the nights I spent getting fucked senseless by that sexy-as-sin madman.

“It’s no big deal. I’m more concerned about how you’re going to handle this mess that you’re in,” I responded, forcing my voice to sound more concerned than agitated by his reckless behavior.

“I’m a grown man, and I can handle him and his bull shit. I have been handling my father’s shit for many, many years. I would rather think about something more enjoyable,” Oshin says, lowering the beer can from his lip and invading my space, pushing me on my back into the sand. I lay in the gritty, wet sand with Oshin’s muscular, tatted body looming over mine. He lowers his head toward my face, never breaking eye contact, his eyes affectionately softening and pursing his lips, readying himself to soothe his pain with a kiss from my lips. His actions make me feel queasy as thoughts of the five-year debt I’ve racked up for his benefit enter my mind. The idea of doing anything affectionate or intimate with Oshin no longer makes me feel butterflies in my stomach or my heart race. Instead, I felt revulsion and bile rise in my throat.

God, I loved this man, but his actions and the measures I had to take to save him loomed over our relationship like a dark, stormy cloud. At least for a while, if not indefinitely. I push at his broad chest, rolling out from beneath him. A loud, dry laugh erupts from his chest as he falls back into the sand, his hollow gaze staring at the sky.

I feel my blood boil with rage.

How. Fucking. Dare. He? This isn’t a laughing happy go happy-go-lucky moment. I had to sell my fucking soul to save his life. A transaction that I would continually have to pay for the next half-decade of my life.

“What the fuck is so funny, Oshin,” I bark out, wanting to shove the wet sand in my hand down his fucking throat until he suffocated to death. I felt like that would be the only way he could feel my pain of being buried alive by a mess I didn’t cause. But I decided against it. Otherwise, all my actions leading up to now would have been just wasted effort.

“Nothing. I find it ironic that you don’t want me to touch you. The man you claim you love, but not even twenty-four hours ago, some strange man had his dick inside of you, claiming what was rightfully mine,” he accuses, sitting up and glaring at me. I feel like all the breath has been knocked out of my body. When his life was on the line, he didn’t bat an eye about me selling my body. Now that I had saved him, my good deed had been soiled because I used what was between my legs to save his life. Now that he knew he would live to see another day, he chose to paint me as the villain in the narrative in his head.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You say it like I went off with some random and fucked them to spite you. I didn’t want to auction off my virginity to some sick fuck on the internet. I did that to save your ungrateful ass. Oh, I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you this, but I had to make a deal with my “madam” to fuck old pervs for the next five years to get an advance of ten percent of the profit because that one percent wouldn’t have been enough to save your ass, douchebag. So, yeah, you won’t be getting pussy from me for the next five years unless you can free me from my deal,” I yell at him, throwing sand in his face, before standing and marching toward our van.

I couldn’t fucking believe this prick. I sold my dignity for this man, and he had the audacity to act as if I owed him some ass before the reality of my actions could fully set in on what I had sacrificed for him. I entered our van, slamming the door behind me and grabbing another cheap beer from the fridge. I lean against the small card table as I chug the beer. I think back to earlier that day, wishing I could join my highest bidder in his Rolls Royce rather than being dragged away by Oshin’s ungrateful, entitled ass.

Apparently, I had picked the wrong Simonyan man. At this moment, I’d do anything to be locked away in my ivory tower with Daddy Simonyan. Maybe my relationship with Oshin had run its course. I had fallen hard for hot surfer boy Oshin Simonyan, feeling like I won the lottery when he showered me with adoration and moved me into his van. His kindness had not only stolen my heart but tethered me to him for a lifetime because I felt like I was indebted to him. All because I no longer had to be homeless and was living with someone who actually gave a damn about me, unlike my crack whore egg donor.

But I’d paid my debts tenfold after this act of selflessness. I didn’t owe Oshin shit anymore. I had enough money to start over somewhere away from him. Hell, maybe I’d book a flight and run away from the Simonyan men and the woman I owed a debt I had to pay with my flesh by the pound.

Fuck, Myrtle Beach, it never felt like home anyways. It was filled with nightmares, trauma, and heartbreak for me. I furiously crushed the empty beer can with my hand and chunked it into the trash bag in the corner by the door. I started grabbing up what little belongings I had and piling them on the bed so I could begin packing to start a new life. I’d be gone before Oshin even made it back to the van. I peered around the trailer, searching for my black backpack that Oshin had worn on his back today, but I saw it nowhere in sight.

Damn, him! He probably still had it on the beach with him stewing in his fucking misery. I head toward the door to the van, not wanting another confrontation with my jackass soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, but I had earned that fucking fifty grand, not his bitch ass.

As I reach for the handle, I hear a loud boom that flings me on my back, my head hitting the ground hard and leaving me sprawled out on the floor of our van. The sound of the door slamming against the van’s wall reverberates through the tiny space as I’m swarmed by multiple men dressed in all black from head to toe with assault rifles pointed at my head.

Shit! My day couldn’t get any fucking worse.

“DEA, stay on the ground, roll over, and put your hands behind your back, now,” one man screams at the top of his lungs from his adrenaline rush. His spittle flies all over my face as I roll onto my belly. I hear the clink and the sharp bite of the handcuffs as they secure them around my wrist. I had only worn handcuffs one other time in my life, but I’m sure this time wouldn’t end in pleasurable ecstasy.

My heart beats so hard, I’m scared I’m going into cardiac arrest as I’m roughly hauled out of the van and placed under arrest. Fucking Oshin was nowhere in sight as the DEA agents dragged my ass to their unmarked police vehicle. The sky was practically dark, but the beach was deserted.

This would be the second time in less than a week that I’d have to pay the hefty price for Oshin’s crimes.

I am a fool for loving the wrong man. He didn’t give a fuck about me. Clearly, he’d taken my cash and ran.

I sat in the back of the police cruiser, fuming.

People always said there was a thin line between love and hate, and they were right.

Oshin felt the weight of my undying love for him, but now, he’d be the victim of my all-consuming hate.

If I ever see the light of day again, Oshin would fucking pay.

How dare he betray my love and loyalty to him?

He would be in for a rude awakening if he thought he had enemies to fear.

Freedom never tasted so sweet, especially since I’m out for blood.

Early this morning, when I stepped off the Greyhound bus and set foot back in Myrtle Beach, all I could think about was this moment.

Myrtle Beach had been the place of all my nightmares, a city I had spent all my life dreaming of leaving to escape my terrors. It was those foolish childhood fairytale dreams of escape that provided me with the hope that helped me survive my crack whore egg donor, nights sleeping on the streets under the stars, and every bad hand life has dealt me thus far.

Myrtle Beach is a city I once hated. Still, I’d be lying to say it hadn’t felt good to step off that bus, see Myrtle Beach Boardwalk, be greeted by the unforgettable scents of the beach, and listen to the loud growling of my belly when the delicious aromas wafting from the Landshark Bar & Grill.

Yet, that walk down memory lane was short-lived.

I mean, who am I kidding? I still hated this place, but my hometown is a hell of a lot better than my forty-eight square foot prison cell. When packing my bags to leave Oshin, I desperately wanted to leave Myrtle Beach and maybe take a vacation. I dreamt of using my four hundred grand to travel the world, becoming cultured by experiencing Italy and shopping for the hottest designer brands in Paris.

I snort. Never in a million years did I think I’d be taking a trip two and a half hours away to Columbia for a not so luxury stay at South Carolina’s Women’s Correctional Center.

It had been five years.

Five very long years to rewind, repeat, and fixate on every decision I made that led me to five years of confinement.

Five long years to plan out a way to truly become free from the bull shit I got caught in with Oshin and devise a plan to leave Myrtle Beach for good.

I may no longer be in prison, but I’m still trapped in a gilded cage when it comes to the agreement I made with that she-devil to save Oshin’s worthless life. The courts had frozen my accounts before I even set foot in South Carolina’s Women’s Correctional Center for drug trafficking. Hence, I came out five years later as broke as I had been before I auctioned off my virginity to the highest bidder.

Myrtle Beach is a haven and a hellhole wrapped up as a present for me with a pretty bow on top. I arrived back in my hometown as an ex-convict and flat-ass broke. You’d think I’d paid a hefty price for loving, trusting, and showing loyalty to an asswipe that clearly didn’t give a damn about me.

But no, the worst part was yet to come because I still owed that bitch, my “Madam”, five years of servitude as a high-class escort.

The small taste of freedom I could enjoy had been the two-hour bus ride the state of South Carolina provided me back to my hometown after serving my time for Oshin’s laundry list of crimes.

Unfortunately, I am still locked in a gilded cage by the gorgeous, stylish woman who is beginning to make Cersei Lannister look like Mary Poppins. The moment I arrived in town, she was ready and waiting for me to pay up what she was due. The welcome-back gift she bestowed on me was a bargain an anger-fueled woman like me wouldn’t pass up in her wildest dreams.

I stood in a dimly lit hall, staring at the black paneled office door, my heart beating a mile a minute. I had to focus; my stint in prison had changed me, and in my opinion, for the better. I wasn’t a naïve eighteen-year-old girl looking for her Prince Charming because, news flash, those men didn’t exist outside of Disney movies. My time in prison had made me jaded, sinister, and, most importantly, desperate for revenge.

I could do this.

I was strong, and I had survived hell and back.

I could knock on the damn door in front of me.

The door I had paid for on my back, on my knees, on my front while blindfolded with my hands bound as I was fucked by a mysterious madman once upon a time ago.

I’m badass. If I had the courage to sell my soul at eighteen, then I could knock on this door.

I lifted my fist and pounded hard on the door.

“Come in. The door is open for auditions,” the deep voice bellowed, making the fine blonde hairs stand tall on my arms as a shiver coursed down my spine. I wiped my sweaty palms on the short skirt of my tight, revealing black body-con dress. I turned the brass doorknob of the office, utilizing the clicking of my heels on the cement floor to ground my mind before I lifted my gaze to clash with beautiful, unforgettable honey-brown eyes.

Those beautiful brownish-gold eyes infiltrated every dream I had over the past five years. Oddly, I still found those familiar eyes comforting, and looking into them, even after all the shit I’ve been through, warmed my heart.

“Miss me,” I say, taking a seat in front of his big onyx L-shaped office desk, helping myself to the cognac he had poured in a crystal tumbler. I hid my smirk behind the glass, enjoying the beautiful deep olive color of Oshin’s skin, draining to a sickly pale white. You would’ve sworn the man had seen the Annabelle doll by his startled expression. Witnessing the shock, surprise, and confusion cross Oshin’s face was worth every penny of the additional year of old dicks I had to suck and unattractive men I’d have to fuck. My madam would also be taking more of a cut of my money over the next six years, which wasn’t ideal, but she’d be getting everything I’d owe her from between my legs anyway. Therefore, I couldn't pass up this opportunity when she served up my shitty ex-boyfriend’s whereabouts on a silver platter.

“Summer, you're out? Last time I checked, you still had more time to serve,” Oshin responds, grabbing a second crystal tumbler and filling it with golden brown liquor. Oshin downs the alcohol in one gulp, giving away the fact he’s more uneasy about this situation than he’d want anyone to know. But I had lived with the man for two years. Oshin is my first love, so I know more about him than anyone else. Only this time, I wouldn’t allow my love-drunk goggles only to see the positive aspects of him through rose-colored tunnel vision.

“Well, I guess you thought wrong. I love the strip club you bought us with my money,” I reply, not allowing my boiling-hot rage to seep into my tone. I wanted him to see me as the young, dumb girl eager to want him to love me. I would have done anything to please this man. Hell, I had done everything for him. A moment of awkward silence passes between us, giving me ample time to soak in this older, potentially new version of Oshin Simonyan.

The beautiful man had shed his boyish façade and surfer boy mentality for the Armenian gangster persona he proudly wore. Apparently, he had made quite a bit of money while I was locked up using the two hundred grand he stole from me as seed money to open his gentleman’s clubs; it seemed like this man had made it his life mission to get by in life on the backs of women’s sex appeal. I had actually been able to wiggle my way into his office by pretending to audition to be a dancer for tonight.

“What do you want, Summer,” Oshin asks, leaning back in his chair and giving me a stern look as if he felt like he still held some power over me.

“Maybe I want a job here at our club. I mean, could you imagine my surprise when the police told me the courts had frozen the one hundred and fifty grand in my bank account? They wanted to know who had made a two hundred grand withdrawal while I had been sitting in the county jail. But even though your name was on my account, they couldn’t track you down because you were blowing in the wind, and you had used a pseudonym. But I think my favorite thing was finding out that I owned a warehouse and the van we were living in. Now, who would’ve bought assets in my name? But that’s not the kicker. Do you want to take a guess what it is, though? Both the van and warehouse had tons of drugs,” I answer, smiling sweetly and refilling my glass with Oshin’s liquor. I felt a knife to the heart when I looked into Oshin’s cold eyes and didn’t see an ounce of guilt or remorse.

How could I have missed the red flags of pure evil this asshole possessed? Oshin masked it so well with his façade of boyish charms accompanied by a pretty face. I held his gaze that once used to intimidate me, refusing to look away and bow down to his stronghold on my soul. I would never be at this evil man’s mercy again, but he’d never know that.

“You said your piece. Are we done here,” Oshin coldly dismisses me. I place my hands in my lap so he doesn’t witness them shake with rage. I had spent five years in prison for his crimes, saved his life by fucking a stranger, and he treated my presence like an annoying gnat at a fucking picnic.

“I’m broke. I have nowhere to live. You’re the only person in my life who ever mattered to me,” I say, speaking the painful truth that causes my stomach to sour. I watch a sinister, broad smile cross his beautiful face, loving every word of my declaration. He loved the power exchange between us. He fed off my desperation and got a cruel kick of having me at his mercy. It’s insane to think that he and the man he despises more than anyone in the world shared this commonality. They wanted women as pretty playthings to use as chew toys.

“You’re still beautiful, if not more beautiful, since time has passed. I’m sure we can work something out, baby,” Oshin states, his eyes roaming my body in this skin-tight black dress, making me want to vomit.

How did I ever find this man attractive? His arrogance made him stupid, which is why he got caught so easily by his father when trying to steal his drug business and how he led the DEA to our front doorstep.

“I have a better idea,” I say, leaning my elbows on his desk. Oshin eyes the soft mounds of my breasts, threatening to spill out of my dress and onto his desk.

“Oh yeah, what’s that? You want to give me the pussy that I’m owed,” Oshin teases, causing my blood to run cold in my veins. I give him a small smile, trying to keep composure instead of knocking him over the head with the bottle of cognac that sits between us.

“I think I can do something even better unless you’ve patched things up with your father,” I respond. His pupils becoming pinpricks at the mention of his father tells me he still despises the man.

“I will take my last breath hating that man,” Oshin grounds out, clenching the crystal tumbler so hard that I’m shocked it doesn’t shatter.

“Speaking of owing pussy to someone. I still owe my madam five years as an escort, and your dad is my biggest client. That money I got from auctioning off my virginity was his money. He was my highest bidder,” I revealed to Oshin. Oshin’s face turns a deep red from uncontrollable anger. I practically jump out of my skin as the glass tumbler whizzes by my head, hitting the wall next to his office door.

If I had revealed this piece of information to Oshin five years ago, I would’ve thought he was angry on my behalf and felt like his father had taken advantage of me. But I’m no longer that stupid fool. Oshin was angry because his dad literally fucked his plaything while screwing Oshin over in the process. I stand, walk around, and maneuver myself into Oshin’s lap. Being this close to Oshin, stroking his hair, and feeling him snuggle closer to me for comfort feels like no time has elapsed between us. It would be all too easy to fall back into our relationship as if we were never apart.

“If you really want to stick it to him while in the process of taking the inheritance that you’re owed, I can help you kill him,” I say, my words catching Oshin off guard. He clutches me tighter, looking into my eyes, trying to strip my soul bare and attempting to read my mind to find my motive.

“That’s not a bad idea. He keeps his homes hidden and heavily guarded like a fortress. I’m sure he has a fuck pad somewhere, and the most likely time very few of his men would surround him is when he’s fucking a whore. But what’s in it for you if we kill him,” Oshin inquires, stroking my hip, feeling my involuntary flinch at the word whore.

“I’m desperate, homeless, and have no choice but to lean on you. If I help you kill him, I want ten million dollars, a new identity, and a home wherever I choose to start my new life,” I say without breaking eye contact. I hold my breath as another awkward silence stretches between us.

Oshin takes his sweet time answering, but after what feels like a millennium of waiting, he responds, “I’ll do it.”

I feel relief flood my body before I close the distance between our mouths, sealing the deal with a kiss.

Oshin was going to help me get my freedom from his father.

Now, I just needed to figure out how to free myself from Oshin and ensure he didn’t renege on our deal.

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

My ass burns from the lashes to my butt cheeks, but my pussy is dripping wet while my clitoris erratically pulsates. The last few hits to my ass with the paddle were the most excruciating, but with each smack to the ass, my nipples become more erect, and I hunger for more pleasurable pain.

“You disappointed Daddy, Sunshine. I fucking own you, yet you disappeared for five long years. Now, Daddy has to punish you. So, take your punishment like a good girl when I fuck all your holes,” my highest bidder states, tossing the paddle to the floor and grabbing the Hitachi wand, pulling my lace thong to the side, and overwhelming my body with strong vibrations from the massager the moment it touches my overly sensitive clitoris. Daddy Simonyan had been torturing me for what felt like hours, even though we had only been in this room for possibly twenty minutes. I feel hot, dazed, and like my skin is too tight as the intense vibrations massage my clitoris. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my essence coating my thighs as my lower abdomen clamps, and I feel my orgasm build. I moan, whimper, and thrash my body, but before I hit my climax, he pulls away the vibrator.

I growl at him from frustration, twisting my body, trying to free my hands from the restraints, desperate for some relief. I’m so hot and so horny, but I physically can’t stroke my clit to end this torture without the assistance of Daddy Simonyan. My arms are stretched above my head, shackled by leather cuffs to a steel suspension bar bolted to the ceiling. The suspension bar has my petite curvaceous frame levitating off the ground with only my big toes brushing the soft plush carpet.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg, feeling beads of sweat trickle down the valley between my breasts. I couldn’t take it any longer, I needed this man to shove his delicious dick in my pussy, or else I might die. He had rendered me immobile with the restraints he utilized.

“What’s that, pet? I need you to use your words, Sunshine. Now, tell Daddy what you need from him,” he whispers into my ear. His wet hot breath, coupled with the wetness of his mouth sucking on my ear lobe, causes sexual desire to course through my veins.

As soon as I open my mouth to speak, he circles the Hitachi wand around my engorged clitoris. I whimper, “Please, Daddy make me cum, please.”

He lets out a throaty laugh, sinking to his knees and positioning my small frame to hover over his face. The second he sucks my clitoris into his mouth, I shatter into a million pieces screaming out my orgasm at the top of my lungs. He grabs me by the globes of my ass, causing the cuffs to bite into my wrist as he pulls my pussy down further on his open mouth. I writhe and shake as his tongue swirls around and suckles my clitoris. I feel another orgasm building as he eats the fuck out of my pussy. I yell out my second release because this man has a magical fucking tongue.

It has been way too long since this man had my body buzzing with sexual satisfaction. In the back of my mind, I should be disgusted that this man paid an exuberant amount of money to own my body exclusively, but that within itself is one of my greatest fucking turn-ons when it comes to this sexy-as-sin madman.

Man, I love every kinky thing this man does to my body. I don’t think I’d ever fuck anyone else who could measure up to my highest bidder’s skills in bed. Through hooded eyes, I watch Daddy Simonyan rise to his feet. He clasps the nape of my neck hard, kissing me passionately, making me taste the tart sweetness of my arousal glistening on his lips.

BANG!

The loud noise startled me, practically causing my heart to beat out of my chest. Typically, the world seizes to exist when I’m getting fucked seven days to Sunday by Daddy Simonyan. However, today was different because it wasn’t an ordinary dick appointment with my highest bidder. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the moment I’d been waiting for all day. If I open my eyes, will my sexy-as-sin madman who fucks my brains out be a crumpled mess in a pile of blood on the floor?

I open my eyes; I’m greeted with brownish gold eyes and a warm, rock-hard muscular body that pulls me closer to their face while continuing to kiss me with bruising roughness. He carries on with me in true madman fashion as if nothing has happened. He uses his half-naked body to shield mine. Daddy Simonyan holds me immobile against his muscular frame. I hear noises and grunts behind him but can’t see what’s causing the commotion. A few minutes later, I hear the door to the room click shut as Daddy Simonyan pulls away from me with a sinister smile on his face.

“Well, Sunshine, the party can really get started now that our special guest has joined us,” the madman taunts, stepping away from my body. Oshin is seated in a chair a few feet away from where I’m suspended in the air. He looks like a hideous ogre. His beautiful face is unrecognizable from the cuts, swelling, and bruising that deform it. Damn, Samuel Simonyan’s men did a number on my ex when he tried to break into his father’s fuck pad. I feel giddy with excitement to see Oshin in such a pathetic, broken state. But I’m still unsatisfied because it’s not even an ounce of the humiliation, depression, or debasement I felt when I learned how he played me like a fool five years ago.

One of Oshin’s eyes is purple and swollen shut, but his one good eye, even with the burst capillaries, shines with disgust and hatred as it darts between his father and me. His eyes peruse my body, which is clad in skimpy lingerie. I wear black thigh-high socks with garter belts, a tiny lace thong, and a black lacy cupless bra with thin lacy straps that form delicate bows around my exposed erect nipples. Oshin’s father runs a single finger along the thin scrap of damp, lacy fabric between my thighs. I let out a little moan, soaking the tiny scrap of fabric as his thumb brushed against my clitoris. Daddy Simonyan smirks at the little sex noise I make as he peels the thong down my legs. I watch him hold the thin scrap of black, lacy, wet fabric to his nose, taking a huge inhale, sniffing in the natural musk of my arousal.

“Mm, so wet for Daddy, as always. You see, a woman's pussy soaks for you when she’s being fucked and satisfied by a real man,” Samuel explains, walking towards an angry Oshin, who’s fighting against the restraints of the chair, trying to get loose to rip his father’s head off. Samuel pries his son’s mouth open, shoving my panties between his lips. Oshin bucks his body as his father slams his hand over his mouth so he has no choice but to taste my essence and some of his father’s leftover semen from fucking me earlier. Samuel continues, “I hope you enjoy the taste of Sunshine’s pussy because a little bitch like you will never taste what’s mine. You’re a little piece of shit whose arrogance turned him fucking stupid. You’re weak, just like your dead mother. Also, son, you’re a damn fool to think you could overtake my throne before my body was lifeless, cold, and six feet underground. Now, let me show you how a real man pleases a woman.”

I feel my nipples tighten, and my pussy becomes slick at the thought of being fucked by an audience. Oshin having to watch his father fuck me is just the cherry on top of my revenge sundae. The idiot’s arrogance made him an easy setup. Yet, I feel a morsel of resentment toward myself that he’d severely underestimated me. I hear Daddy Simonyan’s gray sweatpants hit the ground. He lifts my right leg, curving around his hip. Once he feels my leg is secured, he runs his big thick erect dick through my wet, slick folds to get himself nice and lubricated for my hot wet pussy. Daddy Simonyan teases my entrance before forcefully thrusting into me, stretching my needy pussy until he’s balls deep inside me. He holds my leg in place with one hand while wrapping my long caramel hair in his fist, pulling my head back roughly to make me stare into Oshin’s mutilated face as he fucks me.

The rage that fills Oshin’s eyes to watch his father fuck his ex-girlfriend is absolutely enjoyable. Daddy Simonyan pistons into me fucking me rough and hard. The only noises heard in the room are the slapping of our flesh, his grunts, and my moans of delight as we create a sex symphony that slowly drives Oshin insane. Daddy Simonyan fucks me until my legs shake, causing him to pick me up by the globes of my ass, allowing my feet to relax on his thighs with my knees pushed to my chest. At this angle, I let out loud moans and begin speaking gibberish as he fucks me deeper and hard, his dick massaging the pleasurable spot deep inside my pussy.

“Oh yes, Daddy, yes. J-j-j-just like that,” I rasp out through labored breathing as my orgasm hits me, causing me to see stars as I’m launched into a state of euphoria. I can barely hear Daddy Simonyan’s grunts of pleasure over my screams of ecstasy as his dick twitches inside me. I kegel his dick milking him for every drop of cum; he fills my swollen wet pussy. He gently lowers my legs, uncuffing my wrists from the suspension bar and massaging the feeling back into my wrists. My legs feel like jelly, my hair is plastered to my sweaty forehead, and I feel weightless on my toes.

Daddy Simonyan quickly pulls on his sweatpants and heads to a cabinet in the corner of the room, pulling out a Glock and loading it with a magazine. He begins walking toward Oshin, who’s thrashing like a feral cat, trying to free himself from the chair. His eye lands on me, looking pathetic, begging me, and I feel a stab to the heart when I see the fear flash across his face. A myriad of emotions ran through me as I remembered the good times I shared with Oshin throughout our two-year relationship before everything imploded.

“Wait,” I say to Daddy Simonyan, making his footsteps falter as he crosses the room. In my peripheral vision, I notice Oshin’s body slightly relaxed, reveling in the feeling of power to know that he understands at this moment, he’s at my fucking mercy. I hold out my hand for the gun. Daddy Simonyan pauses, letting out a sinister laugh before shaking his head.

“Sunshine, do you know how even to use a gun? Plus, how can I trust you not to turn around and shoot me,” Oshin’s father questions. His beautiful golden brown eyes, the same as his son’s, looked me dead in my eyes, searching for answers.

“He fucked me over. I sold my virginity online to save this piece of shit, only to turn around and spend five long years caged like an animal because of his bullshit. I deserve this. I don’t only deserve this. I’m fucked owed this opportunity,” I exclaim, my gaze never faltering, letting him know I mean business. He walks over to Oshin, motioning me over with the gun. Daddy Simonyan places my body between his and Oshin’s, holding the cold metal of the gun to my temple.

“Fuck me over, and you’ll pay little pet,” Samuel grounds into my ear before replacing the gun with his lips, giving me a soft kiss on my temple.

He places the gun in my hand, covering mine with his as he moves our hands to press the weapon between Oshin’s eyes. The warmth and strength of Daddy Simonyan’s hand steadies mine.

My heart pounds hard against my breastbone. I’d dreamt of the ways I’d torture, castrate, and kill Oshin over the past five years.

Yet, when the time and place presented themselves, and I held a loaded Glock between the eyes of the man I once loved, could I bring myself to pull the trigger? Am I capable of murder?

My love had saved Oshin before, but was there any love left in my heart to save him a second time?

One look into Oshin’s face was all I needed to make my decision. I squeeze the trigger, and the bullet lodges into his forehead, his blood and brain matter splattering all over Daddy Simonyan and me. I laugh aloud as the light leaves Oshin’s one good eye.

That son of a fucking bitch got what was coming to him.

It was all fun and games with him until the rabbit had the gun. He had fucked with the wrong one and paid the price with his pitiful life. The one I should’ve never saved in the first place.

Revenge never felt so good.

I feel Daddy Simonyan loosen his grip on my hand, and he places the gun on the ground. I turn around to face him, covered in his son’s blood, dropping to my knees, wanting to show him my gratitude with my mouth. He didn’t resist me as I freed his dick from his sweatpants and swallowed him to the back of my throat.

I had freed myself from Oshin, and it felt exhilarating.

Now, I needed to find a way to meet with the she-devil herself to figure out how to get out of the bargain I made with the woman who truly held my fate in her dainty, manicured hands.

“Nice place you got here, Love. Did my pussy, amongst many other ones, pay for it for you,” I ask. My madam jumps out of her skin when she sees me sitting on her white leather couch as she enters her beachfront condo. Having a pretty face, a nice rack, and sliding the doorman a few Benjamin Franklins could get you whatever you wanted, including breaking and entering.

Love irritatingly slaps her keys into the bowl near her front door and hangs up her purse before choosing to acknowledge my existence. Love’s beauty is breathtaking and encapsulates people like siren powers, alluring you like shipwreck sailors lost at sea. Her beauty has a way of captivating you and trapping you into a web of her pleasant lies that you don’t even notice the shitty interior she hides underneath those gorgeous features and flawless skin—making her the perfect person to romance women into a career as high-paid sex workers. It didn’t really make sense to me why one of the biggest social media beauty influencers would aspire to create a high-class escort service that would put Heidi Fleiss to shame. But maybe greed and power were the two biggest things that fed her ego, and being revered on the internet wasn’t enough for a narcissistic bitch like her.

“You look sexy as always, Summer. To what do I owe this visit? Is your business mentor not meeting your expectations? Tough shit, sweetie. He has invested a pretty penny into your future,” Love woodenly states, pouring herself a big glass of Merlot and making herself comfortable on the opposite end of her white leather couch from me.

I roll my eyes at the code words Love decides to use, making it impossible for us to converse candidly. This bitch thinks I’m wearing a wire. Everyone becomes so skeptical about you and your loyalty if you get released from prison a few years shy of your complete sentence. I shimmy my blue floral sundress down my body, allowing it to pool at my feet. I quickly unclasp my bra, letting my breasts fall freely. I slide my blue lace thong down my hips, stepping out of it and allowing it to slide into the pile with my abandoned dress. I shake my hair and whirl around in a circle so she can see I have no wires on my body. I flop back on her white leather couch naked as the day I was born and unbashful about my nudity. After community showers with eyes on you at all times, your modesty becomes a thing of the past.

“I want fucking out. I can’t do it anymore; it’s slowly killing me inside. I don’t want to be someone’s cum dumpster for the next five years. So, tell me what I need to do to be free of this agreement, more importantly, be free of a conniving bitch like you,” I respond, not giving a shit if my bluntness has her La Perla thong in a twist. Love takes a few sips of her wine, taking her sweet ass time to respond as if I haven’t made a desperate plea for my freedom.

“Summer, you’re a felon, an ex-con. Even before that, you were trash. You’re not going to find a better-paying job than being one of my escorts. You damn sure won’t make what you’re being paid now as a barista at the coffee shop you worked at when we first met. Honey, you need me. You need this job. You won’t be young and pretty forever, so let it pay your bills for as long as you can,” Love coldly advises, her beautiful hazel brown eyes sparkling in the sunset from her mesmerizing view of the beach that we can admire from the comfort of her luxury condominium.

“I want a new start and a new life. I want to have the freedom to choose who I fuck, when I fuck, and how I fuck. I want to move away from Myrtle Beach and forget all the bad shit in this town. I’m sitting here buck ass naked, begging you to release me from this contract. Love, I’ll fucking do anything,” I beg. My dignity had sailed when I was eighteen and sold my soul to this she-devil to save a dead man’s life.

Love places her wine on the end table next to the seat. Her gaze leisurely roams my body, and a small grin slides across her face. I feel more exposed at this moment than I have ever had before in my life. Not because I’m naked, but Love’s superpower is her ability to disarm people, making you think she’s on your side, causing you to want to share your deepest, darkest secrets with her like your overpaid therapist. I felt like in a single stare; she reads every thought that crosses my mind like Jean Grey.

“Hm, there may be something you could do for me. But, I have to fully understand how far you are willing to go when it comes to doing me favors, especially big favors,” Love says, her pretty full lips pulling into a wicked smile. I hold my breath, feeling my heartbeat accelerate, knowing some bull shit is about to fall from her lips.

“You can start by showing me a good time, like you do your highest bidder,” Love demands. I knew before she even opened her mouth what she’d requested. She’d want to put me in my place. She’d want to degrade me. Humiliate me. And most importantly, she ensured I understood I was, in fact, nothing more to her than a fuck toy, whenever, however, and whoever she demanded me to service sexually.

While Love is a beautiful woman, I had only been with one person my entire life, Daddy Simonyan. He was a dominant alpha in and out of the bedroom.

 He took control. He owned my body. He fucked me.

 I had no clue how to fuck anyone, let alone another woman.

 But I guess I was about to find out because I wanted my freedom more than anything else in the world.

 Plus, who knew I might enjoy it?

 I moved closer to Love on the couch, stroking her cheek and leaning in to place a kiss on her mouth. She deepened our kiss, sliding her tongue between my slightly parted lips. Kissing another woman is different than any kiss I’d ever had. Love is soft, her breath sweet, and she smells like flowers. She takes her time kissing me slowly and deeply, not nipping my lip or bruising my skin with the roughness of stubble. I wholeheartedly enjoy the way she kisses me like we are the stars of a Nicholas Sparks romance movie.

 Her small, soft hands roam across my naked curves, gently stroking every dip and bend of my body, trying to memorize the feel and shape of me. I shudder, feeling desire spread through my body like wildfire as her fingers gently knead my puckering nipples that grow so hard and so erect from her soft, teasing touch. I pull away from Love because she has way too many clothes on for all the dirty things I want to do to her hot body. People thought I was curvy, but Love had ass and tits for days that put the Kardashian clan to shame, post plastic surgery, of course. My fingers itched to touch, grope, lick, and fuck every inch of her luscious body.

 I hated this woman with every fiber of my being, but anytime I got into close proximity to her, she’d draw me in, making me want to be her friend, her lover, and whatever else she wanted. Maybe I found her as sexy as she claimed to find me all these years. Maybe our opinions of one another have never been completely platonic, and the fire that burns between us has been more lust-fueled than powered by deep-seeded hatred. With clumsy fingers, I helped remove her black silk wrap dress. My mouth waters at the sight of her delicious soft curves in her black La Perla Lily lace floral lingerie set. My gaze meets her flushed face, and she gives me a flirtatious giggle before biting her plump bottom lip. I feel my pussy become slick with arousal as I pull her large D.D. breasts free from the flimsy delicate cups of her bra. They’re round, pretty, and perfectly thrust in my face as if beckoning me to suck on them.

 I lower my head so I’m eye level with her dusky rose-colored nipples, cupping the soft mound of her left tit; I stroke the pad of my thumb over the delectable bud until it tightly puckers beneath my touch. The moment I lick my tongue over the hardened nub, she arches her back into my wet, hot mouth, letting out a throaty moan of pleasure. I run my tongue back and forth across her hardened nipple while I palm, stroke, and tease her right breast. Her hands slide down my back, grabbing a hand full of my ass cheeks as I suck, nibble, and play with her large breasts. I bury my face in the valley of her breasts, inhaling her sweet floral scent, kissing my way up her chest to suck on the pulse point in her neck.

 I slide her thong to the side, sliding my index finger into her wet, slick folds, teasing her pussy the way I enjoy touching mine. I rub my thumb in circular motions around her engorged clitoris before slipping a finger into her hot, wet core that’s soaking wet for me. We both let out a needy whimper simultaneously because Love’s hands are stroking and teasing my hot horny pussy as her mouth nips and suck on my erect nipples.

 Daddy Simonyan is a talker in bed. I’ve come to love his sexy baritone voice and the nasty things he says to me, but the silence between Love and I makes this an even sexier experience because it allows me to be more attuned to the pleasure she gives my body. Not to mention how hot her breathy groans and throaty moans are whenever I palm her clit just right or run my tongue around her nipple. Our fucking is the sexiest playlist for this hot hookup.

 I pulled away from her, hating every second of not having her skillful touch on my body, sending me into states of ecstasy, but I really wanted to taste her pussy. I pushed her down onto the couch and kissed her roughly, allowing myself to revel in the taste of her sweet mouth. I kiss the side of her mouth, running my tongue across her jawline before kissing down her chest. I lick the valley between her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples as my tongue descends its way down her tight, petite frame until I kiss the top of the mound between her thighs. Love’s entire body quakes when my tongue connects with her clitoris. I had never thought I’d have any desire to eat anyone’s kitty, but Love’s is a sweet treat I desperately want to devour. Love pushes at my shoulder, causing me to pause my actions.

 “Wait, I want you to ride my face while you lick my kitty,” Love demands, not allowing me to control anything between us, including her pleasure. I look at her through my lashes, knowing I couldn’t deny this woman, especially when she was flushed from desire and gloriously naked. I stand from my place on the couch, and Love positions her small frame flat on the cushions. I straddled her face, placing my feet flat on the arm of the sofa. She guides my hips, positioning me in the perfect place to eat my hot wet pussy. The minute her tongue connects with my clitoris, I’m launched into heaven.

 Damn, I thought my highest bidder could eat pussy, but the way Love’s tongue strokes and circles my clit, I can’t even think straight. I let out a loud cry of pleasure as she suckles my clitoris between her soft, full lips. Love spreads her legs wide, giving me the perfect view of her pretty pink glistening wet pussy. I’d never eaten a woman out before, but I would try my hardest to make Love feel good so she’d understand I’d do anything she wanted to free me from my debt. So I dive in, licking, stroking, sucking, and finger fucking her pussy as I ride her face to ecstasy.

 I try not to break her neck with how my legs want to clamp around her head from the pleasure that hits me in waves as she sucks my clitoris while stroking the most pleasurable place between my thighs. I feel my orgasm build as she speeds up the thrusting of her two fingers inside me while changing the tempo in which she tongues my pussy. I scream out my orgasm as I shatter into a thousand pieces. I continue to suck, lick, and finger her pussy until I taste the sweet tartness of her release gushing on the flat of my tongue as her body writhes beneath me, and she shouts out her own climax.

 As much as I want to collapse on top of her and smother her to death with my body, I roll myself off her, sliding my exhausted body to the floor. I lay in a sweaty heap on the soft, plush white cashmere rug. I peacefully, basking in the aftermath of a hot-as-hell orgasm.

 “Come back this Friday, and we’ll talk business,” Love loudly whispers, causing me to crane my neck to hear her statement.

 A slight smile graces my lips; for the first time in a while, my heart feeling as if it’s about to explode out of my chest isn’t a cause for alarm.

 It’s not feeling as if it’ll explode from fear.

 Or anxiety.

 But from the excitement of almost being free and able to take flight away from my hellhole of a hometown.

I stand in her kitchen mixing some whiskey sours to celebrate the news I’ve shared with Love that my asshole ex-boyfriend is as dead as a doornail. Love sits beautifully poised in a silk bathrobe on her white leather couch. Anytime I glance her way from the kitchen, I have to clench my thighs together because this is the only way to get some reprieve from the sexual hunger I feel. Seeing Love lounging on that white couch in nothing but a very sexy silk bathrobe floods my mind with pleasurable memories of what happened between us in that very spot only a few days earlier.

I carry the iridescent twisted whiskey tumblers filled to the rim with amber booze over to the couch to join her. Before I take a sip of my whiskey sour, she snatches it from my hand and replaces it with hers. I roll my eyes; I feel like I’m on an impossible feat to get this woman to trust me, but I needed her “trust” no matter how hard won in order to gain the freedom I desperately wanted.

“How dirty are you willing to get your hands, Summer,” Love asks me from her corner of the couch.

“As dirty as I need them to get my ass as far away as possible from Myrtle Beach,” I respond, taking a big gulp of my whiskey sour and enjoying the burn down my throat as it warms my body.

“I need you to eliminate my, shall we call him, business partner,” Love states, causing me to look at her in confusion.

“Your highest bidder is my business partner. You’d be the easiest way to get rid of him and make it look like an accident. I don’t want to know the details, but any man who pays for sex, I’m sure, is into some kinky shit,” Love says, fake gagging.

“Hm, my highest bidder is your business partner? How did you get in bed with a man like him? He seems dangerous,” I question, curious about her connections to the Simonyan men and if she knew my ex-boyfriend was the son of my highest bidder. Love takes a few slow sips of her whiskey sour, the silence stretching between us like a chasm as I wait for her response.

Hell, knowing how this woman likes to play games, she may not provide me with an answer to my million-dollar question.

“The great Samuel Simonyan goes by many names, but for your ex and me, it’s always been father. I need him gone so I can run the empire. You perfectly fell into my hands, which wasn’t hard. Oshin was always arrogant. I had to watch and wait, and my baby brother was going to screw himself over,” Love responds, draining her glass and watching my reaction.

I’m sure she can read the disbelief that flashes through my eyes. She must look more like their mother, but the striking resemblance shared between the Simonyans is their beautiful eye color.

How did I miss that time and time again?

I look at Love, shocked by everything she confessed to me, in utter disbelief.

But did I want another Simonyan’s blood on my hands?

“You know, Sira, I don’t know if I want to kill another Simonyan man,” I say, taking a deep breath. Her eyes widen, but her composure doesn’t falter when I use her real name and not the online alias she uses for business endeavors.

“What, why? He’s exclusively purchased you. You'll be a free woman with him out of the picture,” Love exclaims. She begins to cough, grabbing her throat with a wheeze. I smile to myself, marveling at her discomfort and pain. I hope her pain hurts like a mother fucker. No one deserves a more painful death than this conniving little bitch.

“Because sexy, I don’t think earning my freedom from you is any longer necessary. Cheers, sweetie,” I sarcastically spew, draining the end of my glass. Love, or shall I say, Sira, gasps for air as blood drips from her perfect nose and tears pour from those pretty hazel eyes. I sit back and watch as my last tormentor, who tried to ruin my life, takes her final breath.

The light of life leaves her bright, sparkling eyes, making them bleak and soulless.

Her lifeless body slumps over on the white leather couch, where we share a few unforgettable memories.

I take out my burner phone and place the call to Daddy Simonyan.

He picks up on the first ring.

“It’s done,” I say, not feeling a single ounce of remorse as I stare into Sira Simonyan’s open, dead eyes.

“Sira, is dead? The KGB-coated glass always works. My ungrateful brats got what was coming to them. I treated them too well if they thought they could outsmart me. I’ll have a cleaning crew on its way. You know where to meet me,” Daddy Simonyan declares before the line goes dead.

Samuel Simonyan had become my savior. He visited me in prison, paid for my attorney, and ensured I had everything I needed through the commissary.

I think I may be in love with this man, having fallen for him the second he locked me away in that ivory tower of luxury and took my virginity.

But could I trust another Simonyan?

At least enough to give them my heart without fear of having to seek retribution?

I guess only time will tell because it seemed love was a dangerous game that we all played, but I intended to survive one way or another.

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