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"Uh…" I moan when his finger slides in deeper.
"Yeah, you love having your ass fucked, don't you? Well, I'm going to take care of that right now. Go bend over on the bed." He pulls away and taps my bare ass.
When I flatten my chest on the bed, I bring my hands back, just like they have taught me to, and I spread my cheeks. They say that they like it better when I offer my ass for them to fuck. I jump a little when the coolness of the lube hits my skin before Luca massages it into my hole.
Lining himself up, Luca presses his tip into me and groans, "Damn, poppet…how can your ass still be so tight as much as we fuck it?"
I want to roll my eyes, but I don't dare. Cameras record everything, so I must always remain in my role. "I don't know, but you feel so good…"
"Yeah? You're such a butt slut, huh?" he says amusedly, and I nod. Pulling out, Luca presses his length back in and this time, he doesn’t stop until he’s deep inside. "God damn, I love fucking your ass. Rub yourself, poppet. Play with that clit and come with me."
I never turn down the opportunity to get off because I'm often denied, so I take it whenever I can. His hands caress my back, up and down, and then squeeze my ass, just to repeat it all. I can tell when he's almost ready to release himself because he starts fucking me harder, spitting onto my ass to keep it nice and wet.
I rub my clit harder and faster, feeling my climax build, and when he grabs my hair and pulls it back, my back arches, and I tumble over just as I feel him empty himself deep in my ass. He grunts and hisses as he fills me up, slapping my ass repeatedly each time he jerks toward the end.
"Fuck, Ryan… I may never want to fucking let you go." The sound of his heavy breathing fills the room as I try to catch my own breath. "I think we should knock you up. Maybe then we can think about keeping you with us forever."
Not meaning to, my body stills, his words stunning me.They can't get me pregnant…I can never carry a D'Angelo heir…never! He chuckles, noticing how tense my body has gotten. Leaning over my back, I feel his hot breath on my ear.
"I was fucking with you, poppet, but maybe that's exactly what needs to be done." He moves some hair from my face. "Will you let us put a baby in you, Ryan?"
Fuck! How do I respond without giving myself away? Thinking quickly, I gaze into his brown eyes. "I'm only going on twenty, Luca. I want to wait at least another year or two before I start popping out babies."
His eyes study mine, and he chuckles, "You're right. It's better that we enjoy fucking you as long as we can before we have to find other pussy because you're getting too fat with our child."
I wince at his response.
He laughs. "I'm kidding, poppet. There is nothing sexier than fucking a woman heavy with a child." He slaps my ass and climbs off me. "Now open that ass for me again, so I can insert your jewelry."
I feel the pressure of the plug trying to break through as I hold my cheeks apart, "I don’t think it’s going to fit, Luca." I tell him, and when it doesn’t, he curses, adds more lube and tries again.
"Your ass can take a lot, poppet. It will take this plug,” he states.
I cry out as he pushes the beast of a plug and my ass finally gives, letting it in. Luca plays with it, ensuring it’s nestled in tightly, then helps me to stand and grabs the dress to slide it over my head. Running his hand over my ass and plug, a wicked smile appears on his lips as he says, "It’s sure going to be hard for anyone to miss seeing this gorgeous jewel poking out of your ass." He spins me around, wanting me to look at his handywork. "Look at how gorgeous it is, Ryan. Many men will be envious tonight."
When I look at myself in the mirror, the fat ruby is there, very noticeable through the lace. I swallow hard and my heart starts to race. It’s just another show of humiliation and degradation that I must endure. I just need to remember that these people are the lowest scum of the earth, and their opinion does not matter to me. Straightening my spine, I put on my invisible mask; the one I wear at each and every auction. I can do this. I can do what I'm expected to do, and go greet our guests, pretending that I'm not practically naked with a plugged-up ass full of cum.
Forty-One
Two weeks ago would have been my first wedding anniversary to Beau. I cried in the shower that morning and again that night because, surprisingly, it's the only place without cameras. I didn't need them asking what my tears were for. Then again, I'm sure they would have guessed it, and that would have ruined all the hard work I've done this past year in preparing things so I can escape this hell hole.
There are times that aren't so bad, where the brothers act like ordinary people…a typical family. They sometimes banter at the dinner table and treat me like a human being instead of a possession, but only when they are in a good mood. Dante is always standoffish, but I've learned the difference between his insults and his endearments, even if he wants it to look as if it's an insult.
I had to make a deal with Dante to not have to be the one to brand the people they bring back. Making a deal with the devil is never good, but neither is being the one to burn an ownership mark on another human being. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. He never told me what he expects from me; all Dante had said was that he would cash in when he was good and ready. Having this one victory of not being made to brand anyone still doesn’t make everything else that I have to do any easier, when they bring new victims to me.
Laying in my bed after an exhausting day of checking in a whole new shipment, I am both physically and mentally drained. I'm just settling under my covers when the connecting bathroom door swings open, and Sergio steps through it. I know what this means; he wants me in his bed tonight. More and more, Sergio is having me stay in his room.
I don't have to move at all. Sergio comes to the side of the bed I'm on, pulls the covers, exposing my scantily clad body, and lifts me into his arms. He says nothing as he carries me back through the bathroom and into his room. I see the restraints pulled out from his headboard, and I know they are meant for me.
Sergio remains quiet as he works on cuffing each wrist after stripping me of my clothes. He leaves my legs unrestrained, but then he covers my eyes with a blindfold. He isn't one to ask me if I'm okay with what he's doing; none of the brothers are, but at least Dante and Luca usually tell me what they will do beforehand. Not Sergio.
I hear the rustle of his clothing being removed, and my blood pumps faster. I lick my lips and wait in anticipation. Yes, anticipation, because if I've learned anything, it's that Sergio is a very good lover. He's rough around the edges, and he can be a mean son of a bitch, but for months now, sex with Sergio has been nothing but phenomenal. This doesn't mean I'm falling for him; it's not like that, but I can escape all the bad things in my life in these moments. Anything that can help me do that, I will welcome.
I wait to hear the words come from his mouth. The words he says every time he brings me to his bed, "What is it you want, Poppet?"
I don't know if it helps him feel better, making it seem like I'm asking for it, but if it helps not to anger him and have him take me roughly like he's been known to do, then I will give him this. I pick my battles carefully, and he makes it worth it when I give him what he wants. Sergio D'Angelo has two sides, and I prefer to stay on only one.
As soon as I hear the words, I slowly spread my legs, opening up and offering myself to him. Being blindfolded has all my other senses working overtime. I can smell Sergio's cologne as if he's already beside me. I can hear his every little movement and the sound of the old grandfather clock as it sits in the hallway, but his touch? When Sergio's fingers glide up my legs, starting from the ankle and going up to my thighs, waves of pleasure course through me, and I moan.
