Page 66 of Enslaved

The bastard knew it too. He knew how my fires needed to be put out. And yet he refused to let himself come. He withdrew, walked past me, picked up a condom from a basket and turned to Dimitri who had just finished dressing. “Hold her. Make her watch. Make her understand.” He picked up a walkie talkie I hadn’t noticed sitting on a table. “Bring her up.”

I was confused, what in the heck was happening? Who did Christos ask to be brought up? “I’m sorry,” Dimitri whispered against my ear.

“Why? Why, when you are a part of this?”

“Because I know you love him. And this is our lifestyle…our world. Love doesn’t belong here.”

“Is that what you told Bree?”

He stiffened against me. I hit his sore spot. He yanked my head harder, no longer caring to be gentle with me.

I cried out in anguish as the door to the room opened. A security guard shoved Fiona inside. Christos yanked her up from the floor, bent her over the bed spread her knees and entered her in one long thrust. His eyes met mine with a satisfied grin as I cried shamelessly. Dimitri forced me to watch the ecstasy on that bitches face as my devil took his pleasure. Her eyes were smug, her lips parted, her breasts bounced from every hard thrust of him entering her.

It burned.

It broke me. Watching him with his old pet…seeing the ecstasy on her face as he gave her what should be mine; broke my heart into a million shattered pieces. He was getting off on having me watch—having me bleed.

“You won! Please stop. I can’t bear it!” I shut my tear-soaked eyes.

“Watch or I’ll let Alex fuck you next,” Christos hissed as he jerked that bitch’s hair back, fucking her harder.

“Retaliate,” Dimitri whispered against my ear. His hands slid lower, finding me, forcing my physical arousal. Dimitri is just as sexually skilled as Christos. He curled a few fingers up, stroking inside me, kissed my collarbone, then moved his other hand down to pleasure my clit. “Watch. Let him watch me make you come, sweet one.”

Christos’ nostrils flared. He was flushed, sweat dripped from his brow as he fucked her but watched us. “My dove finally wants to play?” He panted, then came hard, biting his lip, showing me his beautiful O face while deep in someone else.

Dimitri plucked a nipple, his lips kissed up and down my neck as his whole hand buried between my legs. I couldn’t fight it. I came hard, crying out, my body spasming all around him.

Christos slid out of Fiona, slapped her ass hard, then twisted her head around and kissed her. “Oh!” That cunt cried, as she greedily kissed him back. Their tongues dueled outside their mouths. She rose, placed her arms around him as he slipped his condom off, disposing of it, then came down on her as she fell back on the bed.

That’s all it took to break me completely. I fell to the floor, sobbing softly. Dimitri finally released me. My sobs mixed with their moans as they kissed.

“Enough.” Dimitri commanded.

“Fuck off. I’ll call it. Not you,malaka.” Christos ignored him, while her caressed Fiona on the bed. Alex and Freya were on it as well. This was turning into a full-blown orgy.

“Do you want me? I’ll treat you better than him.” Dimitri knelt in front of me, lifted my head and gently stroked my cheek. I sobbed because I wish I could. He seemed like the man I should want. Dark, sexy as hell, a demanding lover, but capable of kindness.

Before I could reply, Christos was there, ripping Dimitri away from me, punching him in the face. “That was for kissing her. This one, is for making her come,” he slammed him with another right-hook. “And this… this is for trying to make her go with you.” His foot came up to kick him in the balls, but Alex grabbed him before he could make contact.

“I’m calling it. Let’s get a drink, chase it with the bottle of E that you left in your pants and work these girls over some more, eh?” Alex stood between the two men, placing a palm on both of their chests.

“Fuck yeah,” Dimitri stood, clasping Christos’ hands. “Those pills of yours are working. Who knew you felt jealousy now, eh, you bloody wanker?”

Christos shrugged, “I’m not jealous. I just didn’t give you permission to make her come the way you did. She’s still my pet, and only their masters give them rewards.”

The three men ignored us women still recovering from them. Alex suggested grabbing a smoke first, commenting that it was the best “scene” he’s had in years.

“We’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere,” Christos smirked, laughing as he shut the door.

Freya knelt on the floor next to me. “Are you all right?”

“What do you think?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

I sobbed. Both of us smelled like sex and men.

I couldn’t bear the thought of more. Of seeing him do anymore with anyone else.

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