Zeke looked at Bella again, brought the belt down on the woman’s back again and again, so many times; Bella leaned farther, as if seeking reprieve, but moaning out for more. The binding on her arms stopped Alessandria from moving any more than a couple of inches, but for some reason, that restrained feeling, the knowledge that this man, this monster, wanted her in the same way, wanted his marks on her, turned Alessandria on.
“You’ll be chained here soon, Alessandria. You’ll be covered in my marks, then you’ll be filled with my cum as I fuck you, make you mine.” Zeke was breathing so hard now, his focus on her as he beat the other woman. She lowered her gaze to his crotch and saw he was so hard. She would have thought that beating the woman was turning him on. Although she knew he was a sadist, that he liked administering pain, because it gave him pleasure, she knew that right now, he was getting off because she was watching him.
Licking her lips, she gasped as Zeke raised his belt in the air then brought it down on Bella’s back again. Alessandria crossed her legs as she watched, wishing for some reprieve. The man before her was a monster to the core. He’d bought so many women and she couldn’t even count the number of depravities he’d committed.
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He dropped the belt to the floor, but she knew he wasn’t anywhere near finished 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. Alessandria 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 her kidnapper, the man who’d taken her against her will, and yet she hadn’t even tried to run.
“Let’s see how much she enjoys what I did, Alessandria,” 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 Alessandria 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.
Alessandria 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’s one of my favorites. She can take the pain I like to give out, because she loves it, yearns for it. Can you handle it, Alessandria? Will you soon yearn for my belt?”
Alessandria woke with a start, her heart beating a mile a minute, her body flushed, sweaty. She clutched her hand to her chest, stared at the ceiling, and tried to catch her breath. The dream she’d had of Zeke had been so real, so vivid, and she’d even made things up. Zeke hadn’t been her kidnapper. He’d been the man who had saved her. It had been as frightening as it was arousing, and that scared her, made her want things, desire activities that could put her back in the same situation she’d been in with Gerald.
Sitting up, she wrapped the sheet around her body, thought about the dream, about how she felt, how she wanted the pain Zeke could give her. Was something wrong with her? Was her mind defective to lust after a sadistic relationship, one in which she’d find pleasure? She hadn’t gotten any pleasure from Gerald or the things he’d done to her, and although Zeke could be cruel if he chose, she had this feeling, this awareness, that being with him would be the most real thing that she’d ever experienced.
The only question was, would she trust herself, trust Zeke fully, to let herself go?
The following day
Alessandria brushed out her hair, and couldn’t quite believe that her bruises were healing. She was still sore in many places, but her face was completely clear of any of the abuse that she had suffered. Rising from the vanity table, she removed her robe, and stared at her body, which still hadn’t fully recovered from the beatings that she’d experienced; it was getting there and the visible pain that had once littered her body was now fading.
Three complete weeks had passed since she’d become Zeke’s companion. She preferred to consider herself Zeke’s companion rather than anything else. He didn’t treat her like a prisoner. There were always guards around, but from what she knew about Zeke, he needed them.