Chapter 2 Painful thrust

Margaret's POV

Well, let the game begin.... I leaned against Raymond's hotel door, intending to follow none of his orders. Raymond let out a deep roar and charged at me. I squeezed my eyes shut, desiring what was going to happen. Then I felt my body being lifted and hitting the bed an instant later. Raymond muttered something in Italian under his breath.

When I felt myself sink between the pillows, I opened my eyes only to see Raymond looming over me again. He grabbed my right hand and handcuffed it to one of the four pillars of the bed. Then he went for the left one, but I managed to squirm free and hit him first. He clenched his teeth before letting out a furious bellow. I knew I crossed a line there.

He clutched my wrist again, painfully hard, and pulled my arm toward the handcuff affixed to the other pillar, all the while pinning my body to the mattress.

"There won't be any other way around it, firecracker. I'll fuck you as I deem please," he growled, sneering.

I kicked out, thrashing on the bed, until he sat astride my legs, his back turned to me, and drew out a short tube. I had no idea what that was. But then he fastened two soft collars sticking from both ends of the tube around my ankles, reaching to the third pillar. From behind it, he pulled out a chain, fixing it to the collar wrapped around my right ankle.

He repeated the operation with my left ankle. Finally, Raymond stood up, admiring his work. He had a satisfied smirk on his face and was clearly aroused by the whole situation. I, on the other hand, was disoriented and dazed. I jerked with my legs, but the tube to which they were cuffed only elongated in response, locking them stiffly in place. Raymond bit his lower lip.

"I was hoping you would do that.." I realized his intentions late.

I was immobilized with my legs spread wide-an invitation for my tormentor. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Raymond moved closer, pulled the sheets from under me, and covered me with them.

"Don't be afraid," he said with that same smirk on his face as he walked to the door.

He opened it and led a young woman inside. I couldn't see her clearly, but she had long, dark hair and wore impossibly high-heeled stilettos accentuating the shape of her toned legs. Raymond told her something and the girl froze. That's when I realized he was still naked. The woman didn't seem to care.

Then he covered the distance between us and leaned over me, lifting my head and putting a pillow beneath it so I could see the whole room without having to exert any muscles.

"I'd like to show you something. Something you missed out on for two years. It should give you a tip on what you should do when you see my dick," he whispered, biting my earlobe gently. He returned to the other side of the room and sat back in the sofa chair opposite the bed I was strapped to. Keeping his eyes on me, he called out to the woman in Italian. Hearing it, she burst into motion, stepping out of her dress and standing before Raymond in her underwear.

My heart started pounding as she dropped to her knees and promptly started to suck my oppressor's cock. His hands landed on her head, his fingers entwining her hair. I couldn't believe it. His black eyes were fixing me with a steady gaze. He was breathing heavily, greedily gulping air. The girl knew what she was doing. She was a pro. Once in a while, Raymond would say something in Italian as if instructing her. In response, she moaned lusciously.

I watched them, trying to come to grips with what I was feeling. His piercing gaze made my body burn with desire. I couldn't take my eyes off of him-his ecstasy. The fact that it wasn't me between his legs chafed at me. No, I wasn't jealous. It made me realize he had something up his sleeve. It made me more curious and I boiled internally... At one moment, Raymond tightened his grip on the girl's head and brutally pushed his cock into her throat, making her choke. She wasn't sucking him off anymore-he was fucking her mouth. He went in deep and fast.

I squirmed on the bed, making the chains holding me in place rattle against the wooden posts. I was breathing heavily now, my chest heaving too fast for my liking. The show Raymond was starring in was exciting me, stoking the flames of my passion, but at the same making me angry. I understood the words he had said to me before the girl approached him.

"Hey, Maggie," Raymond hissed.

"You're done playing with your hoe?" I replied with a croaky voice, barely audible.

"A position I'd gladly like to fill you up on. Margaret." I brought my head up. When my stare met his, I could see the satisfaction in his eyes.

His parted lips spread into a faint smile. Raymond rose from his seat and moved closer to me so the girl kneeling before him was now sitting with her back to the bed, some five feet from me. My hips were moving of their own accord, brushing against the satin sheets. My tongue trailed along my parched lips. I wanted him. If not for the fact that I was tied down, I would probably have thrown that woman out and finished what she had started. And Raymond knew that. After a while, his eyes grew darker and emptier, and beads of sweat formed on his chest. I knew he was going to come. The movements of the girl kneeling in front of him grew faster.

"Yes, Margaret, yes!" Raymond moaned, as all the muscles in his body tensed.

He came, flooding the girl's throat with sperm. I was ecstatic, burning up with desire. I felt like I was orgasming with him. A wave of heat crossed my body. Raymond's eyes didn't waver even for a second-he was looking straight at me. I breathed out slowly, relieved that the show had come to an end.

Raymond barked something in Italian and the woman pulled away, got up, picked up her dress, and quickly left the room. Raymond left, too, disappearing into the bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower. A few minutes later, he emerged and walked over to me again, rubbing his head with a towel.

"I can put you at ease, baby girl. I'll lick you slow, make you come. I'll make it last. Unless you prefer to feel me inside you." I opened my eyes wide.

My heart was thundering fast and hard, like applause after a Beyoncé concert. I wanted to defy him, but I couldn't speak. Not even a word came out of my mouth. With a quick snap, Raymond tore the sheets from over me and untied the bathrobe I was wrapped in. "Do you want me there? You know what my fingers alone could do to you. Just say the words princess" His voice was calm, sexy.

"You see, Margaret, you're immobilized now so efficiently that you have no chance of escaping or offering any resistance." He licked the inside of my thigh.

"At the same time, I can enjoy each and every part of your gorgeous body." He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wider.

The telescopic rod snapped a couple of times and locked in place, holding my legs in the shape of a very wide V.

"Please," I whispered. It was the only thing that came to my mind.

"Are you asking me to begin already? Or stop?" This was a simple question, but the answer to it wasn't coming.

I only let out a soft yelp of resignation. Raymond crawled toward me and hovered over my face, pinning me with his eyes. His lower lip brushed against my nose, lips, and cheeks.

"I'll fuck you so hard, all of Milan will hear you scream."

"Yes, please" I croaked with the last of my strength, and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for him to carry out his dare. I didn't know how to love anymore. I only knew how to fuck!

"Fuck me Raymond." The words has barely left my mouth when he pulled the iron rod binding my legs.

He dragged me to the edge of the bed and without any form of warning, he slid into me easily for the reason that I was too wet. I never enjoyed fucking with so much dampness between my legs. It made me climax easily. Raymond pulled out breathing heavily.

"We have to do something about your pussy. " he hissed and disappeared. Soon he came back and tied me against a bed pole butt naked.

I sat there waiting for his arrival and command. Raymond came into the dark room, he grazed his fingers over my skin making me shiver. He bent down and sucked on my earlobes and I fought the urge to let out a moan. He whispered into my ears. I felt dirty, cheap, and humiliated. But I liked it and was torn between wanting more and begging for all.

"No, daddy. I want it all. Go all out... do whatever you please, master." Raymond smirked and pulled your hair tightly.

"Are you asking or are you demanding? The first would be fine but the latter would mean I'd have to correct that attitude."

"The first because I like being told what to do."

"And if you disobey any of my commands?" he asked menacingly.

"If I disobey any of your commands, punish me, master. But I'd try to be a good girl for you." I fluttered my lashes repeatedly.

"Oh, trust me. That might be your only option."

"Maybe not..." I was still trying to talk when Raymond bite his lips and smacked my ass. He parted my legs and pushed between them so that his knees were directly on my core. I moaned.

"I said not to talk back to me kitten. You don't learn. Do you?"

"Maybe you should spank me: that's the only way I learn. That's how my daddy makes me learn"

"This daddy doesn't spank to teach his baby doll a lesson." "How then does this daddy does teaches his doll."

"I choke them and make them moan out their sorry. That's how." his hot breath against my back skin and made my hair stand in response to the knock on them.

From the mirror, I saw how he watched my body react to him. My brow was furrowed and my lips parted as I tried not only to contain the wild surge of emotion in my veins but also try to make meaning to his words. He snaked one of his hands up my leg until he reached my waistline.

He smacked my booty and cornered his hand underneath until it reached my pussy and he begins to play with it. I couldn't help but touch my buds as I was dying from frustration but he stopped me.

"I don't want you touching yourself." Raymond smacked my hands down from my breast and I whimpered as I miserably tried to bottle up my urges.

He tugged on my binds and pushed me until I lay flatly on the bed. He hovered over me and knot my binds, adjusting me so that my arms and legs were hanging squarely on separate poles. My breath got heavier as he inserted two fingers into my pussy hole and began to pound my inside with them.

"Fuck. I might cum." I hissed, biting down on my lower lips until I tasted blood. Raymond sniffed .

"I smell blood" he looked up at me and saw that the smell was coming from me. He engulfed me in a rough kiss that left me wanting more.

"Not so soon." He breathed. Raymond went rough but slowed down and drove me to frustration with the slow painful thrust of his.