Page 5 of His to Bedevil

I cut her off again. “Do you need an escort?” I shove a piece of lamb in my mouth and chew as I look at her in warning.

Anna backs away, looking like she’s about ready to lash out, but she manages to hold her tongue until her back is to me and then mutters curse words in Spanish, stomping off. She’ll pay for her irreverence later with her mouth and her cunt. Her ass too.

I turn my head to Berto, and he doesn’t even try to hide his grin, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, we both enjoy a nice and relaxing dinner.

Heading back to my cabin, I’m not even looking forward to doling out Anna’s punishment. Usually, I thrive for the chance to wield excessive dominance on a woman. Fuck her savagely with zero control. Push her past her limits and relish in her screams and tears. Anna has finally vexed me beyond my temperance and self-restraint. It’s a privilege to visit my bed and private quarters. Something I will have to elucidate and make sure she knows her place. Then I will send her packing. I told Berto to have a boat ready for her in an hour. Gives me plenty of time to use each and every one of her pliant holes.

Entering the cabin, Anna is waiting for me on the bed wearing lingerie, something I’ve never really had a thing for. I prefer my women completely naked, unless it’s a tie around their wrists, neck, or stuffed in their mouth.

Anna gets up off the bed and seductively prowls towards me. “Alejandro,” she purrs. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” She pouts, and it makes my lip curl in contempt. For some reason, I think of the tiny brunette’s pouty lips and imagine my cock being stuffed in between them instead of the glossy ones in front of me. The thought makes me instantly hard, and Anna seems to think it’s because of her as she rubs her hand over me through my slacks, grinning. “Let me take care of that for you.”

“Turn around,” I say callously.

Her smile fades as she swallows hard. The obsequiousness drains from her face as she turns around slowly, knowing what’s about to happen. She places her hands behind her back without having to be told. Taking my tie off, I use it to fetter her wrists together. “Yes, you will take care of that for me,” I whisper against her neck, trying not to choke on her pungent perfume. How the hell did I stomach it for so long?

Standing in front of her now, I open up my slacks to free my cock. It’s not as hard as it was a moment ago, but I’m sure I can get there once Anna is choking on it. “On your knees,” I command, and she obeys without hesitance. Only when I’m punishing her is she quiet. Maybe that’s why I kept her around for so long. She pissed me off routinely and so I was always reprimanding her with my cock.

As soon as she’s down on her knees, I grab the back of her head by her hair and shove my cock in her mouth with brutal force. She instantly chokes as it hits the back of her throat, and it does the trick. My cock hardens, and I begin thrusting in and out of her mouth without remorse as she grips my thighs, digging her fake nails into them. I close my eyes and groan to the sounds of her trying to gasp for air around my cock and her gags every time my cock punches the back of her throat.

This used to really get me going, but for some reason, it seems so lacking right now. As I yank her by her hair, my cock pops out of her mouth and little Anna gasps for air with tears streaming down her face. I glare down at her with a cold smile and thumb away her tears then slip them into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I groan as the saltiness makes my tastebuds explode. “I’ll miss the taste of your fear,” I murmur as I pull her to her feet.

She sneers with loathsome fervor, and before she can get a single syllable out, I shove her down on the bed face-first. She shrieks and spews out some nasty words in Spanish, but I don’t try to understand what she’s saying. I lift her up by her hips so that she’s on her knees, and with her arms still tied behind her back, she has no choice but to lay facedown. She’s still spitting vile words at me, so I remove my belt, and when I give her a nice hard whack on her beautifully round ass, she whimpers just once before she becomes silent and docile.

“That’s right, my pet. Shh.” I rub her ass, and I can feel her begin to tremble in fear. Grabbing the tiny fabric of her panties, I give them one sharp tug, ripping them off of her and tossing them to the side. Taking my cock that she has already lubed up with her mouth, I rub it in between her round globes.

“Please, Alejandro,” she beseeches, and I know it’s not from pleasure. I was rougher than usual with her a moment ago, and she knows I’ll be savage with her ass now. But she’ll take it like a good girl. She always has and always came back for more.

I dig out the condom from my pocket and roll it on, never going without one. Lining my cock up with the entrance to her cunt, I thrust inside of her in one brutal motion. She cries out in pain because she isn’t a sopping mess like she usually is for me when I’m harsh with her, but I’ve taken it too far with her this time. The thought makes me harder, and I begin driving into her relentlessly. Reaching around, I give her clit a good pinch, making her gasp and buck her hips. Whether she wants to or not, she gets turned on, coating my cock with her juices.

“Yes, my pet. That’s right.”

Once my cock is dripping with her juices, I pull out and line myself up with her back entrance. She seems to still be lost in pleasure for a few moments before she clenches her ass cheeks around the head of my cock on instinct. “It’s okay, pet.” I rub her clit with one hand to allay her while I grip my cock with the other and lather her up between her cheeks. “Relax for me,” I coo against the skin of her neck, and she begins to do so. I line up my cock once again and begin to push in. I may be savage at times, but I’m not a complete barbarian. When she tries to resist, I keep circling her clit. “Let me in, Anna,” I whisper, but she hears the warning in it and tries her best to relax her muscles for me. This is not her first time, so I know she can handle it.

Piercing my hips forward, I thrust all the way in, and she whimpers. “That’s it, you’re okay.” I only give her a few seconds to adjust and accept me before I begin rutting her with punishing force. I increase the speed on her clit to match my thrusts, and little Anna cries out in both pain and pleasure. When the two are mixed at a high intensity, it’s euphoric. “I pardoned your behavior for so long because of your servility in my bed, but that, too, has become inadequate. Your consistent disrespect will no longer be tolerated. Do you hear me, pet?” I give her clit a good slap, and she begins cursing at me once again with that acerbic tongue of hers.

Chuckling, I continue my punishing thrusts, and even though she’s spitting words of enmity, I bring her to a quivering orgasm and then finally find my own. When my eyes shut, it’s green eyes that belong to a face not worth mentioning that I envision, and it makes me groan.

After my cock twitches one last time, I pull out of her and untie her wrists, ready to rid myself of this headache I let linger for too long. She immediately scrambles off the bed in a haste. When she turns to face me, I close the gap between us and cup her face in my hands with a gentle touch. She stares up at me with makeup running down her red cheeks that I use my thumbs to stroke. “You’ve never looked more beautiful, Anna.” Her scowl softens some. It’s a shame she couldn’t be dutiful in all aspects other than just the bedroom.

“I knew you cared for me,” she whispers, and reaches out to touch me.

Releasing her face, I step out of her reach, letting her hands drop. “You have fifteen minutes to clean yourself up and pack your things,” I state coldly, and turn to leave.

My pace is hurried because, sure enough, I hear the puerile tantrum begin. I’m met with a grinning Berto just outside my room. I smile and shake my head. “You are finding too much pleasure in this, my friend.” I brush past him and head for my office. I hear a loud crash coming from behind me that makes me stop in my tracks and turn to Berto. “If she gets out of hand, drag her ass out.” Berto only nods in response, and I continue the short trek to my office and close myself inside.

Sitting down at my desk, I sigh. Why the fuck didn’t I listen to Berto and not bring Anna on this trip? Or better yet, why didn’t I chuck her a long time ago? Everything about the woman makes me cringe now. The long fake nails, all the hair spray in her hair, the big fake eyelashes, the tacky lingerie, the tasteless dresses she would wear. Nothing about her appeals to me. Am I that fucking lonely?

Grimacing at my own daftness, I open up my laptop to distract myself with my work. But then something in the air causes me to freeze. I faintly smelled it when I first entered the room, but now it’s more potent. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath through my nose and hold it in. It smells citrusy. Like tangerines or oranges.Where have I smelled that before?The memory doesn’t come to me quickly enough, so I open my eyes and get to my feet, on high alert. Scanning the room, I inspect every detail, looking for something out of place, but I see nothing. Everything is just as I left it. It’s not as if someone could gain anything from entering my domain unattended, but it’s strictly off-limits.

With unease, I slowly sit back down. Something feels off, but I cannot put my finger on it. Nothing seems to be tampered with, and no one has access to this room but Berto and me. Maybe it was Berto, then. He was probably just in here or something. Possibly something he ate or drank that brought the smell in here.

Trying to push my paranoia aside, I start up my laptop and open up the files I need for tomorrow’s meeting. A meeting that will gain me access to both Turkey and Ukraine. I have access to several countries, able to fly in and out of them undetected, but after tomorrow I’ll have two more.

I hear Anna screaming down the hall and Berto barking commands to get her upstairs and out to the tinder waiting to take her back to land, eager to get rid of her. Moments later, the boat falls silent, and I wait a moment before rising to my feet and opening the door. Diego is standing guard in place of Berto. “Get someone to clean up my room,” I order, and he nods. He’s about to radio one of the guards upstairs when I stop him. “And I want to know who is cleaning it as soon as you find out.” He nods again, and I close the door.

I can’t help but wait in anticipation, silently praying that it’s the tiny brunette with the bright green eyes and sensual curves. Curves I want to see every inch of. Skin I want to feel every part of. The skin around her dainty wrist was silky smooth—I can only imagine how much softer her skin is in other areas. Reaching down, I adjust the painful erection growing inside my pants. The woman isn’t even that beautiful, why am I still thinking about her? I’ve been with some of the most beautiful women in the world. Models and movie stars, even. This average woman shouldn’t even make me look at her twice.

Then it hits me. That scent. Closing my eyes, I cogitate about our two encounters. When we first arrived on the boat and I stood in front of her as she held the tray of drinks, I admired her bravado while I towered over her, and she didn’t shake or recoil. A breeze came through, and I smelled something sweet and citrusy. The smell came from her. My eyes pop open, and I’m up on my feet and throwing the door open. Diego is heading my way, and in three strides, I’m standing in front of him. “Get me the small brunette,” I snap.

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