Midnight struck and Angela stirred in her sleep. She turned in bed, restless suddenly she felt a chill, and opened her eyes. The room was dark, but she could see the outline of the furniture, the curtains rustling in the wind. She was alone on the bed. She sat up, her heart pounding. She had the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. She quickly touched her boobs and tried to insert a finger into her cunt. “Good grief,! It didn't happen. I must've passed out again”. She sighed in relief. “Where is that Monster? Did he go out with those women? I hope so,’’. She slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. She tiptoed across the room, her bare feet making no noise as quietly as she could. She reached the door, her hand shaking as she turned the knob, surprisingly it opened without requesting a passcode. She held her breath. “That's odd”. As the door swung open she was greeted by a blast of cold air. “Where do you think you are going?” That gave her a jump start, closing the door back nervously with a loud loud. She turned and found Anthonio sitting on the couch at the other side of the big master room just a glass wall as a demarcation. Antonio had television on,from the look of things. Angela could tell he turned it off immediately when he saw her move on the bed inorder to keep the room dark and then turned it on when she opened the door. Antonio looked back at her. “Well, I was.. just …getting back to my room”. Her voice trembled. “I am yet to forgive you for falling asleep like that in the middle of our business,what is it with you…are you always this fragile and sensitive? Is this a health condition?” He snapped tightly with a concerning tone im his voice. Angela's face flushed with embarrassment. “Well, it's ….your fault, Anto...my lord”. She bit her lips at the mistake. “My..fault? So you are blaming me?” Antonio chuckled in disbelief,his eyes enlarged. “No..that's not what I mean”. Angela replied slowly. She gazed down and continued. “It's all because of you,you were doing that with your tongue. I couldn't help it,my body’s not made of sticks.. you know,it felt weird and I just couldn't help it”. Antonio was silent after that comment,unsure if he should be happy he was able to make this woman sexually satisfied or not,but he was certain about one thing,he loves toying with her and enjoy giving her pleasure,it has become a habit. He cleared his throat. “The nurse will have you checked on. You need to get treatment”. Angela was surprised. “For..for what,my lord?” “What do you mean for what? For falling asleep every damn time before the real thing,you need to be able to handle me, Freckles that is what our deal is”. He replied. “I apologize for the disappointment”. “Whatever,my mistake for expecting something interesting from a commoner”. He said and faced the big screen, watching the movie with interest. “Can you please tell me what time it is?’ Antonio gave her a side glance. “What?’ “I am just wondering why you are not asleep”. His brow raised at that question. “What? Do you plan to steal from me?” Angela scuffed. “What? How will that be possible in a place like this! And I am not a thief” “It's common among people of your class, don't fight it, you are born with it”. He replied. “I was just trying to be nice but pardon me for thinking you deserve my empathy”. “Do you know what's nice, what's real empathy? Maybe not falling asleep when I am hard on and spreading those slutty legs wide for me to have a good time,on a normal I don't care about a sleeping doll, but you can as well die,if I do that to you,you should be thankful I got company last night,next time you will regret it”. Is that all he thinks of? Sex? Angela thought in disbelief. Anyway, why is she surprised? He has shown her how perverted he is. Angela rolled her eyes in frustration. “I get it..and I already apologized”. “Whatever”. Anotonio replied dryly. After that reply the room was quiet again. “Do you have trouble sleeping?”. “Oh finally the new toy has proven capable of human intelligence”. “Haha funny”. Angela replied sarcastically. “Tomorrow is the family introduction, get your ass ready”. “What?!” Angela snapped, her heart racing. “I am bored so you can ask me any questions now to save yourself from humiliations tomorrow, frankly I don't care”. Angela swallowed convulsively,trying to think about the best way to present her questions. “Are you going to just stand there?” Antonio cuts into her thoughts. She sat down at extreme side of the couch, away from him. Antonio noticed but cared less about it. “I…wanted to ask,why are you attracted to blondes”. He was silent for a minute or so,staring at the television. “I shouldn't have asked”. Angela mumbled. “Blondes are sexy,they are a brand of toys I like to play with”. He met her eyes and grinned. Angela swallowed hard. “I...I..see”. “Any other question?” Angela bit her lips fighting back at the voice ringing in her head. Why do you hate women and treat me as sex dolls? No actually me and women? However she was able to push it down. The family is likely to ask such a question. They will definitely ask her his likes and dislikes. “Apart from sex what makes you happy”. “BDSM”. Angela's face squeezed with disgust. Well literally her answers for tomorrow will be sex. Blondes ,sex. Easy Suddenly the woman on the television moaned loudly, interrupting her thoughts. She looked up and found the man sucking the tits of the lady with him,her face blanked. What the hell,did he stay awake just to watch a porno? “How to kill a woman with pleasure says the title, I took interest”. Antonio smirked as though he could read her mind. “From what I heard you hate giving pleasure to women”. “Women and men”. He corrected her. The woman on the television moaned again. Angela looked away shyly. “You have been enjoying yourself, Freckles. Each day you get even more sensitive,I bet you could cum just from my fingers….Squirter”. Angela's heart raced nervously. “That's a lie! I could never take pleasure from your touch”. That statement was enough to knock Antonio off,he was frozen for a minute then he grinned widely, that grin had no impact on his red and furious looking eyes. “Really?” His eyes glinted evilly, showing that his true emotions were unable to blend with the smile on his face. In a dash he stood, towering above her, a big shadow covering the lights illuminating from the television. “What.. are you doing?'' Angela asked nervously. “Let's do a little experiment to see if you are telling the truth then”. “What truth?” “That you don't take pleasure from my touch”. Angela bit her lower lip in regret. “I shouldn't have said that”. The woman on the television moaned again loudly,it got his attention, he watched and saw the actor playing with the woman's tits, paying close attention. He glanced back at Angela,then slowly to her boobs,cupped in the black lingerie bra He ripped it off, Angela gasped loudly.
“Boob play? Come to think of it, how sensitive are these nipples?” Antonio smirked, staring down at her naked tits. Midnight struck and Angela stirred in her sleep. She turned in bed, restless suddenly she felt a chill, and opened her eyes. The room was dark, but she could see the outline of the furniture, the curtains rustling in the wind. She was alone on the bed. She sat up, her heart pounding. She had the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. She quickly touched her boobs and tried to insert a finger into her cunt. “Good grief! It didn't happen. I must've passed out again.” She sighed in relief. “Where is that Monster? Did he go out with those women? I hope so.” She slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. She tiptoed across the room, her bare feet making no noise as quietly as she could. She reached the door, her hand shaking as she turned the knob, surprisingly it opened without requesting a passcode. She held her breath. “That's odd.” As the door swung open she was greeted by a blast of cold air. “Where do you think you are going?” That gave her a jump start, closing the door back nervously with a loud sound. She turned and found Antonio sitting on the couch at the other side of the big master room, just a glass wall as a demarcation. Antonio had the television on, from the look of things. Angela could tell he turned it off immediately when he saw her move on the bed in order to keep the room dark and then turned it on when she opened the door. Antonio looked back at her. “Well, I was... just… getting back to my room.” Her voice trembled. “I am yet to forgive you for falling asleep like that in the middle of our business. What is it with you… are you always this fragile and sensitive? Is this a health condition?” He snapped tightly with a concerning tone in his voice. Angela's face flushed with embarrassment. “Well, it's... your fault, Anto... my lord.” She bit her lips at the mistake. “My..fault? So you are blaming me?” Antonio chuckled in disbelief, his eyes enlarged. “No... that's not what I mean.” Angela replied slowly. She gazed down and continued. “It's all because of you, you were doing that with your tongue. I couldn't help it, my body’s not made of sticks... you know, it felt weird and I just couldn't help it.” Antonio was silent after that comment, unsure if he should be happy he was able to make this woman sexually satisfied or not, but he was certain about one thing, he loves toying with her and enjoy giving her pleasure, it has become a habit. He cleared his throat. “The nurse will have you checked on. You need to get treatment.” Angela was surprised. “For... for what, my lord?” “What do you mean, for what? For falling asleep every damn time before the real thing, you need to be able to handle me, Freckles that is what our deal is.” He replied. “I apologize for the disappointment.” “Whatever, my mistake for expecting something interesting from a commoner.” He said and faced the big screen, watching the movie with interest. “Can you please tell me what time it is?” Antonio gave her a side glance. “What?” “I am just wondering why you are not asleep.” His brow raised at that question. “What? Do you plan to steal from me?” Angela scuffed. “What? How will that be possible in a place like this! And I am not a thief.” “It's common among people of your class, don't fight it, you are born with it.” He replied. “I was just trying to be nice but pardon me for thinking you deserve my empathy.” “Do you know what's nice, what's real empathy? Maybe not falling asleep when I am hard on and spreading those slutty legs wide for me to have a good time. On a normal day, I don't care about a sleeping doll, but you can as well die. If I do that to you, you should be thankful I got company last night, next time you will regret it.” Is that all he thinks of? Sex? Angela thought in disbelief. Anyway, why is she surprised? He has shown her how perverted he is. Angela rolled her eyes in frustration. “I get it... and I already apologized.” “Whatever.” Antonio replied dryly. After that reply the room was quiet again. “Do you have trouble sleeping?” “Oh finally the new toy has proven capable of human intelligence.” “Haha funny.” Angela replied sarcastically. “Tomorrow is the family introduction, get your ass ready.” “What?!” Angela snapped, her heart racing. “I am bored so you can ask me any questions now to save yourself from humiliations tomorrow, frankly I don't care.” Angela swallowed convulsively, trying to think about the best way to present her questions. “Are you going to just stand there?” Antonio cuts into her thoughts. She sat down at extreme side of the couch, away from him. Antonio noticed but cared less about it. “I... wanted to ask, why are you attracted to blondes?” He was silent for a minute or so, staring at the television. “I shouldn't have asked.” Angela mumbled. “Blondes are sexy, they are a brand of toys I like to play with.” He met her eyes and grinned. Angela swallowed hard. “I... I.. see.” “Any other question?” Angela bit her lips fighting back at the voice ringing in her head. Why do you hate women and treat me as sex dolls? No actually, me and women? However, she was able to push it down. The family is likely to ask such a question. They will definitely ask her his likes and dislikes. “Apart from sex, what makes you happy?” “BDSM.” Angela's face squeezed with disgust. Well literally her answers for tomorrow will be sex. Blondes, sex. Easy. Suddenly the woman on the television moaned loudly, interrupting her thoughts. She looked up and found the man sucking the tits of the lady with him, her face blanked. What the hell, did he stay awake just to watch a porno? “How to kill a woman with pleasure,” says the title, “I took interest.” Antonio smirked as though he could read her mind. “From what I heard you hate giving pleasure to women.” “Women and men.” He corrected her. The woman on the television moaned again. Angela looked away shyly. “You have been enjoying yourself, Freckles. Each day you get even more sensitive, I bet you could cum just from my fingers…. Squirter.” Angela's heart raced nervously. “That's a lie! I could never take pleasure from your touch.” That statement was enough to knock Antonio off, he was frozen for a minute then he grinned widely, that grin had no impact on his red and furious looking eyes. “Really?” His eyes glinted evilly, showing that his true emotions were unable to blend with the smile on his face. In a dash he stood, towering above her, a big shadow covering the lights illuminating from the television. “What... are you doing?” Angela asked nervously. “Let's do a little experiment to see if you are telling the truth then.” “What truth?” “That you don't take pleasure from my touch.” Angela bit her lower lip in regret. “I shouldn't have said that.” The woman on the television moaned again loudly, it got his attention, he watched and saw the actor playing with the woman's tits, paying close attention. He glanced back at Angela, then slowly to her boobs, cupped in the black lingerie bra. He ripped it off, Angela gasped loudly. “Boob play? Come to think of it, how sensitive are these nipples?” Antonio smirked, staring down at her naked tits.