Licking her lips, she gasped as Zeke raised his belt in the air then brought it down on Bella’s back again. Alessandra crossed her legs as she watched, wishing for some reprieve. The man before her was a monster to the core, but that didn’t stop her from wanting him. He’d kept Alessandra after she was delivered to him like a piece of meat. But even if he’d kept her, he treated her well, protected her even. He even killed the men that had hurt her in the first place. But despite the gentleness he’d shown her, she knew Zeke lived in a depraved world, and committed heinous acts.
Zeke was a bad man, yet he hadn’t allowed her to be hurt anymore. He’d brought her back to his home after she’d been dropped off at the club. Even if she wanted to leave, which a part of her didn’t, as sick as that sounded, Zeke kept her here, continuing to show her he had parts of himself that weren’t all evil.
He dropped the belt to the floor but she knew he wasn’t anywhere near done with Bella. The woman loved pain, and that love was clear to see with just one glance. He wrapped her hair around his fist, tugging her hair back. Alessandra couldn’t look away; she was enthralled by his harsh, brutal touch. What would it be like to have his hand in her hair, tugging on the length? He was so large there was no way he’d be able to cause anything but pain.
You want it.
You want his touch on your body.
It was wrong. He was a man that sold women for sex, willing women yes, but he was essentially their high-priced, very dangerous pimp. He was the man, that even now, even after “saving” her, was keeping her here against her will.
Is he really though?
“Let’s see how much she enjoys what I did, Alessandra,” Zeke said.
She watched his hand, mesmerized, as it glided down Bella’s body. The woman’s stomach clenched but she wasn’t trying to get away from Zeke’s touch; she wanted it, she wanted him.
His hand dived between Bella’s thighs, and Alessandra heard the wet sound as he played with her pussy.
“Ah, nice and wet, just how I like it.” He pulled his fingers out of Bella’s pussy, and made her lick it.
Alessandra gasped. She’d never witnessed anything so erotic in her life.
Suddenly, he turned the woman, and she got a good look at the woman’s back. She winced at the sight; the woman’s back was covered in red welts.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Zeke asked.
She didn’t say a word.
“I’m not finished yet. Bella can take the pain I like to give out, because she loves it, yearns for it. Can you handle it, Alessandra? Will you soon yearn for my belt, too?”
To be continued…