Page 31 of Coach's Pet


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My vision is gonebecause my eyes are swollen shut from being hit repeatedly. I know it’s better than the alternative, but I’m in pain. The churning in my stomach is enough to make me dizzy any time I move. And believe me, I’m trying my damnedest to get my hands free from the chains wrapped around my wrists and ankles.

Thank God Ricardo didn’t touch me sexually. I shudder at the thought of him coming near me. I’m glad I can still hear despite being unable to see. There are two sets of boots thumping across the floor. Alright, I know one is Ricardo, but what if it’s one of his guards? They are just as bad as he is.

“Why the fuck did you beat her like this?”

“Jason.” I whimper, and the feel of a hand on my face makes me flinch.

“Son, she’s the enemy. Of course, I am going to beat her into submission. Now remember what I fucking said.”

The scrape of a chair makes me turn my head toward the sound, but I do not know who sat down. I feel the bed dip, and I tremble. “Don’t be gentle with her, Jason. I expect you to fuck her hard and fast.”

“What?” The word leaves my mouth before I can stop it. Surely, Ricardo isn’t for real.

“No one was talking to you, pebble. All you have to do is keep your legs spread, and I’ll do the rest.”

“Jason, don’t do this.” His voice shows no emotions.

Has his father really turned him against me?

Well, he wasn’t with me to begin with. I have to remember that.

I wish I could see. To be vulnerable is one thing. To have your sight impaired while tied up and not sure what is going on is another.

“There’s a plan, pebble. Just be the good little whore that you are for me, and we will make it out of this alive.”

His breath tickles my ear, and I feel my guard slipping. Those words give me hope, but what if he is lying? Who’s to say that he isn’t here on his own to show his allegiance to Ricardo?

The tears are hot and painful as they leak from my eyes. Jason runs a hand along my neck down to my breasts.

It’s gentle.

Kind.

“Fuck, Father, you have her so damn bruised. It’s beautiful.” His voice is hitched wrong and too high. There’s no lust in his tone.

Jason sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I want to remain unaffected, but it’s Jason. It’s his mouth sucking on me, and he’s always been right. My body reacts to him like no one else. The feel of his tongue running along the underside of my breasts makes me quiver and arch into him.

Ricardo’s laughing douses my arousal instantly. “Fuck, son, she’s such a naughty piece of ass. Look at her arching into you.”

God, this is mortifying. If the Earth were to open up right now and swallow me whole, I wouldn’t be upset. I would willingly die to get out of this situation. “Stay with me, pebble.” He whispers into my belly button, and I focus. In my mind, I build this bubble around me and Jason. Him and I together and no other person around.

“Crucinda, all those years ago, you acted like you didn’t enjoy my dick in you, but I could feel your hot little snatch gripping my cock so succulently. You were a dirty slut for me back then and my men. Goddamn, my men would tell me stories about how you sucked their cocks clean.” I hear a zipper being pulled down, and I strain to keep the bubble up.

Ricardo’s words aren’t true, but Jason rams two fingers into me, and I cry out. His father is goading him into being harsh, and I must come to terms with this.

To accept that this is Ricardo’s main plan.

Controlling his son.

Jason’s words are in my ear this time. “Ignore him, sweet pebble. There’s only me and you. We are the only ones that matter.”

His fingers leave me cold, and I realize that even if Ricardo is here and my mind is going a million miles a minute, my body wants Jason. My pussy throbs to have his fingers back inside of me. He places the tip of his cock into my opening, and I rub against him.

“Is this what you wanted, Father? To see your son own Crucinda De Vil?” His words are spat out, and he shoves his cock, balls deep inside of me. I wasn’t expecting the force, and a scream escapes me.

He pounds into me unmercifully. My hands ball into fists as Jason takes my battered thighs into his hands and pushes them further apart. The chains on my ankles clank as he thrust into me, forcing my body to move with his power.

A whimpered gasp escapes my lips, and Jason kisses my ear. “It’s going to be alright, pebble. Five more minutes. You can be my sweet pebble for that long, can’t you?”

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