Vanessa
It's approaching 2am and Diego still hasn't returned yet. Alicia came back around midnight, and we ate dinner together before she went to bed. She shared stories about the wealthy, attractive men she saw at the club, and she even checked out the viewing room and watched a couple have sex. She seems content with working in the club instead of repulsed, which would be a normal response, but I guess we're way past that now.
I didn't tell her what happened to me during my "punishment". I was too ashamed, mostly because I enjoyed it up until Diego made Danny stop. How can I criticize her actions when I'm equally disgusted by my own behavior?
Dad would be so disappointed in the whores we have become in just two days. He wanted us to save our innocence for when we got married. Although, I do wonder now how that would have happened when he never let us leave the house. A part of my innocence was stolen last night, but I'm going to make sure the rest of it stays intact. Diego will never be inside of me. I don't care what he says or does, I'll never willingly give him my virginity!
I sigh as the thoughts continue to plague my mind, sitting on the bed with the light on holding mom in my lap. I can't help but wonder if both Mom and Dad are up there, looking down at me, shaking their heads in disappointment.
At least they're reunited now.
I don't know how she died, and neither does Alicia. One moment she was going out to get groceries, and the next, she was here. Dad's expression was impassive when he brought her home to us, but he's never been one to show emotions. 'Only pussies cry,' he would always say. But looking back, I realize he never once asked to see or talk to the urn. I suppose everyone's got their own way of grieving, though.
I catch myself fiddling with the stupid collar. I hate it so much, yet it brings a strange sense of security-ironic since the psychotic asshole who placed it around my neck scares the living daylights out of me.
My gaze shifts upward as Diego enters the room, his commanding presence seemingly draining the air from my lungs. He appears exhausted, with noticeable bags beneath his still captivating eyes. He shoots a quick glance at the urn, but he doesn't utter a word or look up at my face as he shrugs off his dress jacket.
After returning the urn to the nightstand, I shift my focus to him. Memories of earlier flash in my mind, like they've been doing all night, amplifying the waves of guilt and shame. This is one of the reasons I haven't found been able to sleep tonight - the other being that it's too quiet in here, and the thoughts in my head are too loud.
"Mascota, undress me," Diego commands, his husky voice washing over me, sending searing heat through my veins. I curse my treacherous body. Nothing about him should arouse me. I mean, when he walked in, he didn't even bother with a greeting. He just snaps his stupid fingers, expecting my immediate obedience.
Dickweed.
"Why don't you call one of your maids in here and force them do it?" I suggest, venom lacing my words.
His chilly gaze locks onto me, his face an emotionless mask. "I'm in no mood for your shit, I'm exhausted. Remove my clothes so we can sleep." His tone leaves no room for defiance, but he should know by now, I'm not the good, obedient pet he wants me to be.
"Fuck you!" I shout, a surge of rage welling up within me. How dare he violate me and casually walk away, dismissing me like I'm one of the girls in his club selling their bodies! I rise from the bed and confront him face to face, unconcerned about our height difference. I glare up at him, my hands curled into fists at my sides.
Fury ignites in his eyes, and before I can react, his hand darts out, coiling around my neck above the collar with a grip that leaves me breathless. Despite knowing he could effortlessly crush my windpipe, my eyes remain locked onto his.
"You must not have learned your lesson earlier," he growls, the low timbre of his voice sending a menacing chill through the air. His nostrils flare like an enraged bull, and I sense he's teetering on the brink of losing his shit.
And I'll be the dumbass who pushes him over the edge.
He shoves me, and I tumble backwards onto the bed. He follows, keeping a steady grip around my throat as he hovers above me, making sure not to crush me with his weight. Our breaths weave together, and the sexual tension between us saturates the room the same way it's saturating my panties. My ears are filled with the thunderous beat of my pulse, harmonizing with his predatory stare that mirrors a feral beast about to devour its prey. I gasp when I feel him grind his hard cock between my legs.
The anger I felt quickly shifts into a different kind of warmth. My chest tightens, and tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes. "Go ahead and rape me, you fucking pervert!" I grit out. He searches my eyes and I hope the intense hatred I feel for him masks the desire simmering beneath the surface.
He laughs in my face, clearly amused. "I bet you secretly wish for that, huh, Mama? You can't admit your own desires, so you'd rather place the blame on me when you ultimately let me fuck you."
I vigorously shake my head. "T-That's not it," I stammer.
Wait, is he right?
I don't give it a second thought as I retort, "maybe since you ordered one of your men to violate me, I don't trust you not to rape me the next time I need a 'punishment'".
Diego cocks an eyebrow. "Did you feel violated when you were begging to come?" Heat creeps up my cheeks, and I glance away, sensing shame coursing through my bloodstream once again. "That's what I thought." He gets off me and gestures towards his clothes. "Now undress me like the good girl I know you can be."