“That has to be the best experience of my life. We’ll have to do this again someday.” He smacks Laney’s ass as she stands up and licks her lips. Again, no emotion. No tell-tell sign that she either liked what she did or loathed it. I look away, disgusted with myself for not only enjoying the experience, but also for coming.
“Do you know women will pay ten thousand pounds to have done to them what you just experienced? You just got that one for free, and you look like daddy’s just taken your toys away. You should be a bit more grateful, little one.” He gets dressed, walks towards me, and grabs my chin. “You can’t deny that what you felt was most probably the best experience of your life. I saw how hard you came. I saw the way you furrowed your brows and parted that gobby mouth of yours with bliss. You can’t hide what I witnessed.” He trails his hand down my body until he reaches my pussy. He feels around my wetness before sticking a finger inside me, making me gasp. “So fucking wet I could slide my cock in that tight little cunt of yours with no problems. You’re still full and swollen from your orgasm, little one. Feed on the euphoria.” He pulls his finger out and then walks over to the girl with blonde hair. “Taste her juices for me. I bet they taste incredible.”
She immediately complies, putting her mouth over his finger and starts sucking. “Hmm, this is making me hard again.” He then looks at me. “Do you fancy round two?” My eyes widen and he laughs. “Maybe not. One freebie today is enough, but definitely another time. That was seriously fucking hot. Every man’s dream come true.” He pulls the head of the blonde towards his lips and kisses her. “Come. I have plans for you, blondie.” He smacks her arse and opens the door to the awaiting douche number two. “Make sure the girls clean her up good for tonight. No touching.”
Douche number two looks disgruntled, but nods his head. “Yes, sir.” I guess Joe is the boss whenever Isaac isn’t around.
It’s then that I feel it … the disgrace for letting myself let go. Joe wanted that victory, and he made sure he got it. I hated him for making me feel he was the only way out, and I hate him for taking me and forcing me into this. I thought Isaac was supposed to be the evil one, but so far, it’s only been his son. It makes me wonder if Drake knew Isaac even had a son. He obviously didn’t know who Joe was. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have let him anywhere near me.
I don’t know what kind of game Joe is playing. I’m sure his father didn’t plan for what just happened to happen. I feel that he forced it. I feel sick that I was made to go through that, but most of all, I feel sick that he made me enjoy it. Maybe he knew that, and that’s the reason why he did it. No doubt now he’s having sex with the blonde girl who, only minutes ago, was sucking on my nipple. Closing my eyes, I feel sick. Those girls most probably hated every minute of that, yet I was as high as a fucking kite on euphoria. What does that make me? Again, I suppose Joe knows this, and again—because let’s face it, he’s a sick fuck—he made it that way.
Nausea builds up at the thought that one day, Isaac’s aim is to make me just like one of those girls. A virtual zombie, void of any emotion. No pleasure taken—solely given. For the first time, I feel real fear. I don’t want to be one of those girls. I don’t want to stare down at another girl like me in a few years time and make her come like I was made to. I don’t want someone like Joe thinking they can make me do things like a lap dog. Just yesterday, I was someone’s wife. True, it was not under the best of circumstances, but at least it was Drake and Drake alone. It’s funny how I can now curse myself for not listening to Drake and not following his rules. Look where I’ve ended up because of it. Did Drake always know this may happen? Is that why he kept me prisoner—to keep me safe?
Lots of questions. Questions I’ll probably never have answers to. I would rather die than be here forced into things that I don’t want to do. I don’t know for sure what Isaac has in store for me later, but I can hazard a guess.
And the thought petrifies me.
The girls unhook me from my restraints before I’m led for an all over makeover. I’m waxed all over until there’s virtually no trace of hair on my skin. I’m then plucked, manicured, and pedicured before finally my hair and makeup are done. And then, eventually, I’m dressed in a see-through baby-doll camisole before being led into a darkened room where Isaac is waiting. My eyes widen when I see he’s standing in front of a virtual replica of what Drake strapped me into in his basement.