Katalina
Looking away from him, I found the car approaching the 7 stars hotel.
I thought we were going to his house, but we were actually coming here? How I would have been happy if not for the conversation we just had. It left my heart heavy. So heavy that one of my dreams was about to be fulfilled, but I couldn’t get excited about it.
Having lived in the Golden Orchid District for years, I have watched the coming and going at the hotel from my bedroom window, dreaming of a day when I would also have lunch and dinner at the rooftop’s Michelin restaurant. It is open twenty four hours a day, and always lively on weekends. Instead of joining my Mum on the beach to watch fireworks, during festivals, I would rather stay by my window and watch the restaurant’s patrons as they watch the fireworks. For some odd reasons, it felt more lively that way.
Though Huracio said Mum wasn’t here, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was. I couldn’t help but suspect him of intentionally bringing me here to lure her out. Think about it. Our houses are just some miles down the road. What if Mum had been hiding away in a place close to this place and he found out? What if that was the reason he brought me here?
So, as we stepped into the foyer of Golden Orchid, I didn’t get to fangirl the decor and elegance of this lovely place. I was too busy checking out every female face that was within eyeshot.
“Stop it!”
Huracio had his arm on my back. He noticed that I was jittery and looking around, so he pinched me and gave me a small pat on my back.
I yelped and blushed in embarrassment because we were close to another couple when it happened and my yelps startled them.
“Sorry.” I gave a slight bow and looked away.
We entered an elevator and it started taking us upstairs.
Alone, Huracio reached for me and held me in a hug. “Kitty, kitty, kitty.” He whimpered in my ears. “Why are you sad now?” He asked, sounding doting again.
Not knowing what to say, I shook my head and started staring at my shoes.
He buried his head in my neck and bit down, making me yell out in pain.
My eyes instantly flooded with tears.
I think he drew blood.
I wanted to touch the spot, but he slapped my hand away, and started sucking it. It was hot and painful like hell..
“Huracio!”
“Stop thinking about her!” He growled.
But how do I do that!.
That’s my Mum for heaven’s sake. If he didn’t want me to worry about her, then he should tell me what he meant by saying he had her handled? It would be stupid of me to believe that he wouldn’t kill her.
Right after growling at me, he went for my belt.
“What are you doing?” I sniffed in between tears.
“Getting you naked. What does it look like?”
I couldn’t believe my ears. We have done it everywhere except places with cameras. That includes elevators. I couldn’t help but dart a look at the two cameras in the elevator. One was facing us, and the other was facing the door. What was he thinking? Did he forget about them? Or he just didn’t care?
“Huracio, cameras.” I pushed his hands away, trying to remind him.
He smacked my hands really hard, making me yell again. The back of my hands instantly turned red. I had no choice but to helplessly watch him unzip my jeans.
He was really confusing me. The past few days were harmonious and non violent. I felt like we were normal couples instead of master and slave. All of a sudden, he was biting me and smacking me mercilessly just because I was worried about Mum. I didn’t know what to make of his actions.
He violently pushed me into one of the corners, using his body to cover me up. Once my jeans dropped to my ankle, he smacked me on the inner sides of my thighs, making me spread my legs wide.
At this point, I was crying. The smacks were painful, but the fear of my Mum’s death was stronger. I couldn’t key Into the pain like before.
“Huracio, please, stop. I… can’t.” I gasped.
“You are ruining our date!” He growled again, now very angry.
“I am sorry. Please, Huracio, please don’t kill my Mum. Please, I am begging you!” I finally broke down. “Whatever you want, I will do it. Just don’t kill my Mum, please.”
“Fuck! He cursed angrily. “Kitty, have I ever lied to you?” He growled.
“No, no.” I wailed, feeling very overwhelmed.
“So, why don’t you trust me? I said I wouldn’t kill her!” He snapped at me. “Now stop thinking about her.”
He suddenly thrust his fingers Into me and started fingering me aggressively.
It was painful. That was probably the first time in a long time when he touched me and I got the pain.
“Huracio, it hurts.” I gasped in shock.
“No, it doesn’t. You are just afraid. Kitty, call me Daddy.”
“Daddy, it hurts. I, please stop.”
“I will not stop until you stop thinking about her.” He growled into my ears. “You are not allowed to think about anything but me. Huracio, your master. The love of your life. Your husband. Think of how to please me. How to serve me. Be a good girl and call me Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I gasped as his merciless fingers kept jabbing inside me.
“You are not allowed to think of anyone or anything but me.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He unzipped his pants and let out his cock. He lifted my left leg, and wrapped it around his waist. He then thrust the cock into me.
“You can only think of me. No one else!”
“Yes, Daddy.’
The moment he replaced his claw-like fingers with his dick, I was relieved. Each thrust gradually took away the pain and I started moaning.
“Ding. Ding.”
The elevator rang out, indicating that we had arrived at our floor.
Instead of letting the door open, Huracio simply canceled the stop and pressed another number.