Esteban king

I pulled Camilla to the chair and slapped her angelic face that really hurt my chest to treat her like a slut. But something was pushing me to do that to her. Maybe because I was confused about what I feel towards that unknown girl.

Or maybe because I really liked her gut so much or her beauty or really I didn’t know what was going on with me since my eyes met her gorgeous eyes.

I just decided to make a distance between us and all I have known in my life was nothing about love.

Sure that wasn't love! That's something from fairytales only. No woman and no girl on earth deserve my heart!

That was what I was telling myself maybe convincing myself or maybe comforting my heart or deceiving myself by nonsense.

All I have known and learned in my life was making money and sex! Only pleasure.

I had nothing to lose back then, nothing scared me like the way I felt scared when she looked at me.

By only one look of my eyes and my graving tone, every woman on earth knelt in front of me and submitted to my desires. But not her. Not this time!

I hated that as much more as I liked it!

I wanted to make a space between us to prove to myself that everything is okay inside me and she is nothing more than and even less another prey I have dragged to work as my slave in my BDSM Club.

The pleasure in sex and especially in bondage was like a vanilla topping cake and the slave was the strawberry. The feeling of pain in the slave eyes even if that was only mentally erected me.

But her kiss was different! The taste and the shivers were different!

As if I was her slave, not the opposite.

I sighed and slapped her face rougher to make her come back from her conscious and to face her new fate as a slave working in my club.

She startled and hopped off the small chair when she saw me as if she wanted that to be an only nightmare, not fact.

I smirked and drew a  demonic grin over my face “welcome back to my earth. Now your time to get fucked baby,”

She jumped to my shoes down to the floor and started crying and begging me “please no, I’m not a slave. I’m not a slut. I can’t work like that. I can’t be like that.”

I laughed making fun of her words as if I never heard her words “you will be one of them. Don’t worry. You will gain thousands of dollars every night.”

She shook her head and shivered to repeat her words that killed me emotionally as if I was a dead person and her words made me come back to my humanity “please sir, I mean Mr king. Please, I will work as a waitress, as a maid— anything but not a slave. Please.”

I huffed and said in a boring tone “end of discussion. Because there's no discussion.”

I pushed her away by my shoes harshly and muttered before opening the door for the guest to come inside “Sold!”

And then I let him come inside and locked the door behind me.

I waited in my office, almost eating my nails like a worried teenager and decided to watch everything on screen cams.

The guest helped her to stand up on her feet. He patted her long hair sensually and then leaned and whispered something into her ear.

I couldn’t hear for sure. But I only saw her slap his face.

That’s when he decided to make it up with her by force, as all my BDSM Club used to do actually. They do pay a lot and no slave could dare even if she was kidnapped to call the police.

I know what I was doing, they will be dead if they dared to do that.

He pushed her to the small bed then took the hooks from the shelves and yes, he was doing a full submission with her.

He will hook her hands and her legs up to the wall to get the full view and full submission from her.

But before that, he pulled her roughly to kiss her lips and that's when I felt aches burning inside my heart. As if he was kissing my own wife or my mother! Or something belongs to me.

I stormed out of my office back to the sex room and barged inside and pushed him away from her.

He widened his eyes to me confused “Mr king! I paid a lot of money for her virginity!.”

I pushed him out and mumbled “virginity taken by me!”

“what!!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed!