Days had passed since my not-so-discreet visit to that bastard dog's mansion. And as unbelievable as it may seem, I feel pretty good, thank you very much. I think my less-than-appreciated display of affection scared him off, because it's been three days since I left this room, and he hasn't come here to demand my exclusive services. I think that's wonderful because I'm recovering my princess-like sleep.
It's unbelievable that this man is truly determined to ruin my life. As if hating him deeply for being a merciless wretch wasn't enough, now I have to live with the idea that he used his power to have me exclusively for himself.
He's screwed, because I'm not going to sleep with this sick psychopath no matter what. God knows where he's been with that damned dick…
Because he's hopelessly insane, a reckless lunatic! A condemned man with a vast immoral degradation. There probably isn't a heinous, unforgivable crime this guy hasn't already committed. He's the personification of the unforgivable… of darkness.
I can't stand knowing that he can do anything. That there are human beings like him…
***
Something like a feather was crawling up my legs, tickling me, and I turned to the other side of the bed, smiling at the chilling sensation. Then the tickling moved to my stomach, and I opened my eyes quickly, sitting up on the bed at once, watching a spider fall between my legs.
"Fuck!" I curse, startled, and a masculine hand picks up the spider from between my legs. Immediately, I looked up; the bastard's face was finally flawless, no cuts, and I couldn't believe he'd come from the depths of hell to torment me.
"She got scared," Ângelo Fontana, the terror of my worst nights, said, standing in my room at the brothel, waking me up in the middle of the night with a probably venomous spider.
I jump out of bed, going to turn on the ceiling light since I was sleeping with only the bedside lamp on.
"If you don't get out of here, I'll scream."
As if what I said was completely irrelevant, he sat on my bed and let the spider roam freely on my sheets, on *my* bed…
I'm going to lose it…
"It looks like your anger hasn't passed yet," he began his torture, his dark gaze meeting mine. Desperate, I ran to the door, tried to open it, and couldn't. It was locked. "I locked it. The key is in my pocket. If you want it, you'll have to kneel for me and try to take it."
Quickly, I turn around and press myself against the door. My blood boils in my veins. There's a spider on my bed, and it crawled over my body… my God…
My eyes sting, and I try to find an escape, a window to throw myself out of and die, but there isn't one. This room was designed specifically to have no way out.
"What do you want, you crazy piece of shit?" I screamed hysterically.
"I came to drink a bit of your fear." I saw him display his damn grandeur and dominance over me as he dared to walk toward me, touching my chin and turning it so I was pressed against the damn door, squeezing it. I forcefully shut my eyes, feeling his mouth move to my ear. "You know, it's your fear that keeps me alive," he whispered.
I muster strength and push him away.
"Did you come to hit me for breaking your house?"
"I should; you were very clever," he said with a smirk, his lascivious gaze sliding over my transparent nightgown.
"Don't even try," my voice cracks, and a tear falls. With force, I wipe it away. "You'll only get inside me again if I'm dead."
Ângelo seemed to clear his throat.
"I can't take it anymore, Lavínia. You haven't left my damn head since you dared to look at me with those beautiful eyes of yours." He took a step.
I moved to the side and ran to the other side of the bed.
"I can't… I won't be able to sleep with you," I confess, desperate.
"I didn't come to force you into that. I'm here to simply convince you to want it."
I shake my head in denial.
"Call Aurora or another girl…"
He came closer. I looked to the other side, and I had no way to run; if I did, I'd have to climb onto the bed, but I was terrified of the spider on it.
Stupid, I was incredibly stupid for waiting. Ângelo was too cruel not to throw me onto the bed and get on top of me.
With tears in my eyes, tormented, I looked between the sides, searching for the spider.
"I don't want anyone but you," he confessed, lowering his mouth to my neck, sniffing me. "I'd have to be dead not to want you."
"Ângelo… for God's sake! The spider…" I screamed, trying to get away, and his large hands pinned mine above my head.
His gaze fixed on a point in my hair, and I widened my eyes.
"She's crawling through your hair."
Tears stream from my eyes onto the bed, and I squeeze my eyes shut, terrified.
"Take it off… for the love of God!" I beg.
"Stay quiet." I hear, and his mouth moves down to between my breasts. His hands release mine, and I'm so terrified that I don't have the courage to lower them to stop him from touching my breasts as if they belonged solely to him. As if my entire body were his property. "You'll see how good it feels to experience pleasure and fear at the same time," he whispered against my skin, and I refused to open my eyes.
Even though I was terrified of the spider, my cruelly treacherous body betrayed me, surrendering to the delight of shivering as his warm lips heated my skin, kissing over my navel.
His hands slowly lifted the fabric of my short, transparent nightgown, and I felt him fold it over my stomach.
Some strands of my hair moved, and I clenched my teeth. I knew it was the spider's little legs wandering there.
"Ângelo?" I murmur, distressed.
"Quiet, Lavínia. I'm right here." His voice was thicker and more commanding than I remembered. And suddenly, my legs were grabbed by my ankles, my feet planted firmly on the bed with my knees bent, and he spread my legs. I felt his breath warm the fabric of my panties.
"The spider…" I tremble, and I know it was because his mouth pressed against my intimacy.
"Forget that one. I'm worried about another kind of spider." His tone was so malicious that imagining him between my legs, touching my clit with his thumb, made it impossible not to feel the small shock. "I'm going to suck this pussy so much, Lavínia… so much…"
My heart pounded loudly in my ears.
"I'm scared," I reveal in a short, almost inaudible whimper.
"Of the sucking I'm going to give your clit until it's swollen in my mouth, or of the little spider crawling up your head?"
Tears stream down.
"Both…"
His warm fingers pulled my panties to the side, and he spat on my pussy.
"If you stay perfectly still and just take the movements of my tongue here…" His tongue, so warm, slid over my entire pussy, soaking it with his saliva. "Neither I nor this spider will hurt you."
I didn't nod with any movement. I didn't want to move my head and risk being bitten by the spider.
"Keep an eye on the spider… please!" My voice knelt to him.
"Relax, little owl with pretty eyes. Before that spider bites you, I'll have already made you cum with this oral."
I wet my lips and stay quiet and still in place.
"Do it," I whispered softly.
Ângelo let out a sound of approval, and more than one of his fingers, too soft to be true, touched my sensitive flesh, massaging everything around my clit.
"Beautiful…" he praised, and I heard him kiss the inside of my thighs and my groin, where I knew I had a tattoo. "I'm going to suck your pussy now, okay?" It wasn't a voice; it was torture, torment, a null agony.
"Suck," I whimper, and I open my mouth as his mouth takes possession of my pussy, licking it mercilessly and devouring my clit. That's it… like that…
I was dying not to gasp. The spider was rummaging through and weaving into the tangle of my hair, but that didn't seem to matter when that pervert's tongue was abusing my clit, in slow circles, then faster, up and down and circling again with ravenous hunger.
For a moment, he stopped.
"I'm going to wreck it with my fingers… I want to see it red and burning in my mouth."
What?
He did it. The bastard did exactly as he said. He wrecked my clit just like I saw him do to himself that day in his room, and he sucked it hard, leaving my legs trembling and my breath scarce.
That was the greatest test of endurance not to move that I could ever have faced.
Well, it was surreal how good it felt, and I could feel all the pleasurable energy of arousal around my pussy.
"Ahh…" My soft moan only spurred Ângelo on. I heard a deep, pleasure-filled groan as he sighed into my pussy. He released his mouth from my clit and wrecked it again and again and again, surely delighting in the sight of it covered in his spit, masturbating me as if my little clit were a damn dick being jerked off. Lord! What a delight… I felt my body unable to handle so much stimulation, and I would've gasped with my head if the spider weren't now with its pedipalps on my forehead. "Ângelo…"
"Silence… she's going to come down." The bastard devoured my clit, and the damn spider crawled across my face, moving downward and reaching the tip of my breasts.
Ângelo sucked my clit hungrily.
"Oh…" I opened my eyes, and my hands were delving into my hair.
"Lavínia… what a delicious pussy you have. Damn!" He groaned, running his tongue up and down, soaking me entirely, leaving me slick for his flexible tongue to go up, down, and circle as much as it wanted.
I gasp and lift my face, looking at him.
"I'm going to cum… right in your mouth… You bastard!" I declared, faltering, and opened my mouth, sighing and moaning like a madwoman.
His dark gaze closed slowly, as if signaling he was there to drink my climax.
I saw him slide two fingers into my pussy and lift them, showing me my transparent liquid, letting it drip onto my navel. He went back to sucking my pussy entirely, and I saw the spider send shivers through my body as it went to my fluid and stayed there for a good while.
I tried to hold my climax as long as I could, but I couldn't anymore. I exploded, writhing and moaning loudly, trying to calm all that sensation coursing through my veins and flesh.
It wasn't minutes before I could control myself, and suddenly, Ângelo grabbed my wrist and made me sit on the bed. My chest is heaving, trying to normalize my breathing and the trembling in my legs, when I see him between my legs, kneeling, with the spider in his hand.
He looks at me as I pull down the fabric of my nightgown to cover myself.
"I brought this spider for you. It's a gift," he says.
I furrowed my brow. What am I going to do with a damn spider?
"Why?" I ask, not understanding anything.
"Because before she dies, I'm going to get you out of this place."
"What?" I'm abruptly confused.
"Don't ask questions, Lavínia. Your pussy tastes too good for me to leave you at the mercy of just anyone," he said carelessly, and I found myself disoriented. "Open your hands and put them together."
I do, and he places the spider in the middle.
"What if she bites me?" I ask, scared.
"She's not venomous." The bastard laughed.
Is he messing with me that I went through all that fear for nothing?
Carefully, I placed the spider on my bed and got on my knees, moving closer to him and giving him a hard slap across the face.
"Get out of my room, you filthy bastard." I pushed him. "Get out," I screamed.
He touched his struck face and kept smiling as if I were a clown.
"You're learning to face me. You can hit me as much as you want, but be aware that when it's my turn, I'm going to crush you, Lavínia. And trust me, you know my dick can do more damage than my mouth." His libertine gaze roamed over my body, and the smile didn't leave his mouth as he turned and left.
"I hate you, you cuckold!" I cursed, and he slammed the door.
Sitting on the bed, I observed the spider on the sheets.
"Because before she dies, I'm going to get you out of this place."
How much time does this spider have left to live?
By the way, how am I going to take care of a spider?