Page 33 of Trapped

“Mmmm. Did Daddy’s little whore miss him?” He continues to spread my wetness from my pussy to my back hole until I feel his finger enter me. I gasp, and he places a hand on my back.

“Breathe and relax your body,” he says, coaching me through the process. I take in a deep breath, and he continues to slide his finger in and out of my tight hole. He adds another finger and stretches me. I suck in a breath as he fills me. The waves in my stomach turn ravenous as he thrusts his fingers into me. This man has come to claim my soul. To break me in the most damning of ways.

Just as I begin adjusting to the savage way he’s fucking my ass, Silas stops. Cold metal replaces his fingers, stretching me wide as I scream out. I grasp the comforter and cry out at the pain exploding inside me. He spits on my ass, and his hard palm comes down on my ass cheek. I cry into the bed as my body tries to adjust to the foreign object he’s placed in my asshole. He pulls me up, and I wobble to my feet, adjusting to the pressure from the plug. My thighs are slick from the lube he used. He turns me around and pushes a finger against the toy.

“This will loosen you for later, when my cock’s driving into this tight ass.” He sets me on the bed before bringing me the highest heels I packed, and I shake my head.

“Put the fucking shoes on, or I’ll remove the plug and replace it with my knife.”

I put the shoes on one by one. The plug feels awkward, but I relax my ass and find a bit of comfort. He pulls me to my feet and loops his arm in mine.

“Our guests are dying to meet you.” Before I can protest, he drags me down the stairs. My knees pull together when I see our audience. Three sicarios stand in the living room, watching as I descend the staircase. On the table sits large bricks of cocaine, a scale, and racks of money.

“Gentlemen, this is my wife.” Each of the three men bows their head out of respect for Silas, but I feel humiliated. If they recognize me, they say nothing, as they find their places on the chairs placed in front of the table. Silas pulls on the metal rings around my throat, and I follow him on shaky heels toward the fireplace on the other end of the room.

“Kneel,” he says, and I stare at him. I shake my head, and he loops his finger into the collar and tugs my ear toward his mouth.

“Kneel, or I’ll put a leash on you and drag you around the entire city.” I lower myself so I’m sitting on my knees. He runs his hand over my head and gently pats it.

“Good girl.” That familiar feeling of desperation hits me at his praise. For the first time, I accept the arousal pulling between my thighs. I accept the perverse nature in me and the desires that form in my head. I embrace my need to be humiliated. To be owned. That is the only way I will find euphoric release.

He grabs an AK-47 from the mantel above the fireplace, and I watch as he strides back toward the men. Fantasies form in my mind about the way he’ll claim me in front of them. Just a month ago, he saw me bring a man to his knees with my heel in his throat. Now, I am kneeling for him.

I should feel degraded at the way he is parading me around like a cheap whore. I should be worried about the disgrace he is bringing to the infamous title I had conjured in his absence. I should feel a lot of things that society would deem as normal and even label this treatment as abuse. What I feel, though, is thrill.Need.Desperation.

I want Silas to claim me. To knock me from my high title and demote me to his slut.His dirty slut.My clit throbs against the lace fabric, and the lower I sink into my knees, the deeper the plug pushes into me. Memories of his veiny and pierced shaft fucking me in the graveyard replay in my mind. I can barely hearwhat’s being said between the men. Sex demons chant in my brain, and I rock on the floor against the friction in my asshole.

“Thalia!” Silas shouts, and I look up to see him and the other men watching me. He curls his fingers toward him.

“Crawl to Daddy,” he says.

I lean forward and place my hands in front of me. I move my legs and arms slowly across the floor as I crawl to my husband. My eyes don’t leave his, as everyone else in the room fades away. The closer I get to him, the more I want them to watch me. Watch me crawling on my knees like a desperate slut. I am desperate. I can feel my desperation leaking through the thin fabric and rubbing against my enlarged clit.

I am desperate for him to use me like a toy, just so I can relieve myself of the pressure building between my thighs. I’m almost to his feet when I hear a gunshot. My body stiffens, and I halt at his feet. I stop and turn my head to the side just as a body falls to the floor.

“Keep your eyes off my wife!”

Hijo de su perra madre. The whole room goes still, and I carry on, despite the blood spreading across the floor. Thalia’s mouth hangs open as the red liquid forms around the body. I don’t mind giving the men a little show, but I don’t like how intently this particular asshole had been watching my wife.

“Thalia,” I say, and her wide eyes return to mine. “Come here.”

She crawls toward me, and I pick her up and place her on my lap. When her head turns to the dead body, I move her face back toward me. The fear in her brown eyes is intoxicating. I rub her thigh and return to the business in front of me.

I run my knife over the brown paper and use the tip of the blade to scoop out a small sample of cocaine. I bring the tip of the blade to my lips and run my tongue over the white substance. Thalia watches me, her brown eyes glazed over and filled with raw desire. I can feel her soaked teddy on my thigh. I turn back to our audience and shake my head with approval.

“Everything tastes fine, but let’s test the quicker deliverymethod.”

I shove Thalia onto the coffee table, and she gasps. I push her back down, and she grabs onto the table for support. I pull her hips back until her ass is angled up toward me. When I spread her cheeks, the tiny diamond jewel of the butt plug stares back at me. I pull my gun out in front of me and fire toward the window. She goes still, and the men in front of me lower their eyes to the floor.

“I don’t want to see a single eye on her. Do you understand me?” They nod their heads, avoiding any eye contact with either of us.

I bend down and lick the side of Thalia’s ear.

“I’m going to claim your ass. Show these men what a slut you are for my cock.”

I set up a line of cocaine on the fullness of her ass, then bring my nose to it. Her body shakes as she tries to hold the uncomfortable position. I use a hand to cover my left nostril, and then I suck the white powder into the right nostril. I keep my head by her ass as I let out a moan of approval.

“Fuck. Esta bueno.”It’s good, I say as I cup her pussy, and she rocks forward. I slowly tug on the metal plug I had placed inside her. I let it fall to the floor and grab the lube from under the couch. I cover my cock in it and use one hand to lift her ass up to me.

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