Sasha Ramirez
Where does he go to?
I’d barely slept the previous night. Or the night before, for that matter. It had been over a week, and each day had been different…and yet the same. I’d wake to an empty apartment and head out to a string of appointments. By the third day, Horatio had advised that I’d be meeting with a personal trainer in the gym that I discovered was part of the insanely opulent apartment I now shared with the man I knew as Prince Walker.
By mid-afternoon, I’d be done, home for the day, dutifully stripping as I walked through the front door. The cameras were a constant reminder of how I now lived under a microscope. My drawer full of ‘toys’ was now familiar to me, although the maddening little buzzer was a firm favorite. If I wasn’t on my back with my hands between my thighs by 3 p.m. my phone would buzz. And then he’d insist on something more exotic. The monster cock still made my eyes fly wide. Get used to him? I couldn’t get my head around it. There was no way a normal man could be that big. And yet I’d have to take his word for it, because I still hadn’t seen him naked.
And I wanted to. Dear Lord, how I wanted to. Each night was like a marathon of agony and ecstasy. He’d test some new limit – taunting me, teasing me. And then it would all end the same way. Last night, he’d laid me out on the immaculate white leather couch in the living area. Naked – as always – I’d been coated in an oil that had warmed beneath his palms as he’d run his hands over me. Long swooping motions that had me burning beneath them. He’d been right about how responsive I would become with the daily orgasm sessions. My juices had been bubbling out of me by the time his fingertips spread my folds and probed in. Probed elsewhere too. Other parts…unexplored parts of me that brought the blood rushing to my cheeks even as I arched and strained for more of him.
“What do you want, Sasha?” he asked, as he always asked.He knew what I wanted, dammit. Surely he knew?
Him. I wanted him inside me. More than anything else. It was all I could think about from the moment I woke, almost to the point that I’d half-forgotten why I was here in the first place.Emilio.Thankfully, there’d been no further contact from the mobsters who had him, and my last message from Renée confirmed she hadn’t heard from them either. I kept telling myself that was a good thing. It had to be. I had no other options right now. Aside from this man who was becoming my constant tormenter.
I rolled out of bed, feeling the now familiar throb of my recently teased clit, my pouting pussylips. Was this what it felt like to be a sex slave? Maybe I could handle that.
If only he would just—
I shook my head. I was groggy. Aside from the fitful sleep that came with that constant frustration, I’d woken to the sound of movement in the night. He’d been up in the early hours. I’d heard doors opening and closing. Pacing.
What did he do over there in those locked rooms? The rooms I was forbidden from entering?
