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Ten

It’s just a dream, Angel!

Terror slammed into me as I woke up confused and disoriented. My arms and legs were bound, it felt like I was standing up spread-eagle. Something had me suspended in the air as I leaned forward. My eyes were wide opened, but I couldn’t see my surroundings since something covered them. Metal dug into my wrists and ankles as I yanked against them, which let me know that there was no escaping.

What the fuck! I’ve been kidnapped! This isn’t a fucking dream! I told myself, trying not to panic but it was already too late. Tears dropped from my eyes making the blindfold cloth heavy. It was eerily quiet, so my emotions spoke louder than I wanted them to. Today was supposed to be important to me. I remember going to sleep excited and ready to upload the new interviews that I had carefully edited, which took me two weeks since seeing…him.

“Let the games began.” Detavio’s words echoed in my mind like a mac truck had hit me.

This was him! Who else could it be, especially on a day like this? It had been two weeks since I’ve last saw him. His face was etched in the forefront of my mind throughout the day. Cold air caressed my body, and it suddenly dawned on me that I was naked.

“Help me! Somebody please help me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, even though I told myself not to panic.

I forced myself to take deep breaths, licking my dry lips to calm myself. I shivered from the coldness as goosebumps spread across me like a wildfire. I couldn’t calm my nerves. I was helpless, there was nothing that I would be able to do but go along with whatever awaited me. I started to hyperventilate as my pulse slowed down.

He might rape me; this is why he stripped me down! This is what he did to all of those women that I interviewed.

I never lost a fight, and I didn’t plan on losing one today. No matter the circumstances, I was ready to fight hard and dirty to reclaim my freedom.

“Help! Help! Help!” I yelled again.

There was no echo when I yelled which led me to believe that I was in a room. What freaked me out the most was the smell of my vanilla bean perfume that I wore every single day. There was linen somewhere in here with vanilla scent raising up off of it.

The sound of the door opening up caused instant tension to build up inside of me. My bottom lip trembled, words of hate was on the tip of my tongue to yell out but I had to remind myself that I was most likely somewhere far from home and safety.

“Yell again pussy, I like that shit.” His deep voice taunted me, he was close.

“Nipples hard, pussy glistening from where I stand. You wanted to play these types of games with me. You are the challenge that I longed for. Sad to say…eventually the games have to stop. The only end game is death for you, Angel. So, tell me, why did you choose to play with me?” he asked.

His voice sounded very composed. There was no urgency, no anger or ill intent evident in his tone. My body went from being cold to feeling hot all over. An erotic aura took over me the closer his footsteps got. His rugged cold fingers touched the back of my head which caused the tear drenched blindfold to fall.

I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to adjust them to the bright lights in the room. I locked eyes with his, but then the shallow low breathing from others grabbed at my attention. Below me was naked beautiful women, their full perky breasts and round shaped bottoms enticed me. Detavio chuckled like he had my darkest desires right on display beneath me for me to fall weak to. The sight of him turned me on but the beautiful bare women that was on their knees waiting patiently to please me, like in my last dream, sent me over the edge of the cliff.

“What do you want? Tell me now.” His deep voice boomed.

My clit started to thump as the sane part of my brain and heart moved with nothing but lust as its leader.

“Tell me now!” his voice made my stomach flutter as the gushy wetness leaked down from my pussy, hitting the floor with soft thuds.

“Devour every part of her until she passes out.” My ears started to ring as my mouth watered with anticipation.

Four of the women make a move, but he snapped his fingers to stop them.

“One at a time, starting with you Naila. Everyone else, follow deliciously slow. I want her wet from the neck down.” He pointed his finger at Naila and she turned her head to smile at him.

The first thing that I noticed about Naila’s lips were that they were super plumped and juicy looking. I immediately imagined them suctioning my clit until I came all over her beautiful caramel face. Naila picked up the wet blindfold that Detavio dropped before he walked in and stood up to place it back over my head. She tied it tightly. I was back seeing nothing but darkness. Seconds later, cool air hit my clit. I exhaled as someone slid their hands up and down my thick thighs. A wet warm tongue dragged its way from my hot tunnel to my slit.

My legs tensed up as her juicy lips sucked on my clit, she toyed with it then flicked her tongue over my center slowly.

“Oh my goodness!” I moaned as a violent shiver crashed into me.

She spat on my pussy then dived back in like she hadn’t ate in days. Naila licked every inch of my sex then sucked on my lips until I felt them swell up. I’m soaking wet as I bucked into her face. Next thing I know, I feel a different set of lips down between my legs, it was still a woman with colder hands. She gripped my hips and licked roughly while she hummed sweetly as my nectar gushed out of me at a rapid pace.

My stomach tightened as an orgasm approached. She gently nibbled on my clit then used her tongue like a feather to lightly drag it across my thumping bud. Wet tongues glided up and down the sides of my stomach, and one dipped into my belly button as my entire body shook violently.

I felt soft lips drag down my neck, a firm kiss is planted on my shoulder then my collarbone. Fingers slipped up and down my thighs as someone sucked on my clit through my explosive orgasm. They gave me no time to recover, their mouths moved faster and so did their hands. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, but I was met with nothing but darkness.

The contrasting sensations of their hands and tongues all over my body sent me to higher heights, and recognizing just who the fuck I truly was seemed far away to even grasp because I loved every moment. I felt empowered and in control, but out of it, all in the same breath. A tongue worked me over in a thousand different ways until I was delirious and breathless.

My world started to spin as another orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. My fingertips grabbed at the metal that was still snugged around my wrists. A tongue circled my clit again and again as I screamed out for some form of mercy…there was none.

“Stop!” Detavio’s voice boomed.

Instantly, my body was left alone to shake out of control as the temperature continued to rise high inside of me. I wanted him now. Footsteps were heard walking away, but the smell of his woodsy scent traveled up my nose as his warm breath fanned across my chest.

“What do you want me to do to you, Angel?”

One of his hands slid between my shoulder blades then gently squeezed and massaged my neck.

“I want you to break me, Detavio,” I stated confidently.

His beard hair tickled my left tittie, as he leaned in and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

“Yes! Break me!” I begged for more. Why the fuck was he taking his time?

Detavio slid his tongue over my hardened nipple then moved to the other one. As he nibbled and sucked on my left nipple, he pinched the right one with the right amount of pressure. He released it with a loud pop, then went for the metal cuffs on my wrists to release them.

He did the same for my ankles. I stood on wobbly feet, but he steadied me. I felt weak from all of the orgasms that I just released. Standing in front of Detavio, wet, hot, and bothered, made me excited to finally get to feel him deep inside of me.

“Undress me, now,” he demanded.

He reached out and pinched my nipple. I gasped and quickly got to work by unbuttoning his shirt. Once I got it off, my mouth watered at his hard ripped muscles and tattoos covering his smooth, mahogany skin. His hands gripped my hips, I started to feel sexy as I felt his hands roam all over my damp skin.

“Pull out my dick, Angel, and hold it.” He looked down at his dress slacks and waited for me to listen to his command.

He slid his hand down the crease of my ass then squeezed tightly. I fumbled with getting his pants unzipped but once I succeed, I pulled down the top of his boxers and marveled at the way his long and thick dick slapped up against his eight pack. Before I could reach down and grab it, he lifted me off of my feet as my legs wrapped around him.

I reached down and grabbed his dick, and without a warning, he slammed me down on his length. He snatched my soul instantly. I couldn’t breathe, and I had never felt so fulfilled all in one. His dick jumped inside of me, and that’s when he started to talk shit while jolts of pleasure ran up and down my spine.

“Your obsessed with me, Angel, that’s why I’m stuck inside of your dreams each time you fall to sleep.” He picked me up until my pussy clenched around the tip of his fat mushroom head then slammed me back down.

“Why the fuck do you want to be obsessed with a man that will break you?” He shifted his hips and moved in circles inside of me. I groaned as his body rocked my hips with his.

“I’m going to fuck you over and over, and destroy you. You will fall in love with me then later hate the four-letter word.” He growled as he bit down hard into my shoulder.

His hand reached down between us, he strummed my clit effortlessly as his motions inside of me got more deliberate and intense.

“You hate me, Angel!” He pulled back and pushed back in abruptly.

“Yessss!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as I secretly wished that this moment right here could last forever.

“Then cum all over this dick, and wake your ass up to the remnant smell of me!” Detavio applied more pressure to my clit then moved his fingers faster around it.

“Detavio!” I begged for mercy as my legs shook.

“That’s it, make that pussy submit and tremble around me.” His voice didn’t waver, his dark orbs didn’t flinch nor blink.

He wouldn’t let up, his strokes didn’t stop. Detavio’s fingers kept rolling and pinching my clit, making it hard for me to stop cumming all around his girth. Every muscle inside of me tensed up as my breaths became ragged.