Chapter 27 "Victor," I heard another familiar voice from the corner of the room. It was Bruce, he was standing there and listening to our conversations. He rushed towards me and gave me a tissue paper to stop the bleeding on my lips. "What?" I said while pressing the tissue on my wound. "You didn't meet him but I believe he knows that you were there in the mall," Bruce said. "Yes, but he didn't see me for sure. I was with Marco and then he shot him and we left the mall." I explained. How could he possibly know that I was in Vegas? What if he had seen me in the elevator? But he would have stopped and said something instead of just wondering around with a girl. "What the f**k? You f*****g shot him, in the f*****g mall?" Bruce looked at Marco with anger, like he was going to beat him up anytime now. "He deserves it," Marco replied back calmly. "Yes, he did." I added. "No wonder, he probably found out that your little manwhore shot him. Which is why he is behind you." Bruce said. "Bruce, he isn't my manwhore so shut up," I said while throwing the dirty tissue on his face. How dare he insult Marco right in front of me. Bruce rolled his eyes at my comment and Marco just stared at him. "Whatever, I'm allowing you to be with him for a couple hours. I won't tell your parents about it but be back home by sunset and if you don't then I will tell them." Bruce continued. I smiled at the thought of being with him. He handed me a card and a spare phone that he carried around. "If you need anything, get it and if he tries to do something, call me." Bruce said, he got up and left the room while I was still sitting on the ground. As soon Bruce was out of my view, I hugged Marco again. His scent was driving me crazy, his aura was killing me. I was happy that he was with me and that he wasn't the one who send the threat but what terrified me was the letter from Victor. "Do you think he will come for me?" I asked Marco while fiddling around with my fingers. "Don't worry, I will kill him before he even gets to you." Marco replied. I smiled and closed my eyes. "I'm sorry for ruining your meeting and disrespecting your dad." I said. He pulled away and replied, "I don't mind you ruining the meeting but I do definitely mind you disrespecting my father. Jesus, Wendy, what were you even thinking. I didn't even know that you had such a foul mouth." "I'm sorry, I was just angry and he was the one who slapped me first." I said. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer until I didn't feel his member, his tightened his hands around my ass and then he slapped it. I yelped and jumped forward. "Shouldn't you be punished?" He asked while biting his lips and I shook my head. He raised his eyebrows and asked me again but I again shook my head. "If the punishment is like that's days then I don't mind but if it's something worse then I do mind." I said. I loved that night, the way he kissed me and the way he ate me out like his last dinner. I enjoyed that till the very end. "No, no, that wasn't a punishment. That was like a reward. You should put this mouth to good use, princess." He said while grabbing my face and bringing it closer to him. I leaned forward to kiss him but he moved backwards. "No kisses for the person who disrespects my father," he said. "Please, I am sorry. I'll apologize to him if you want me too." I stated. I wanted to kiss him so badly, my lips were aching for his touch, I wanted to taste him once more. He didn't kiss me for so long. I craved for his affection. "No," he said. "Please, daddy?" I begged again but he moved further away from me. "No," he said again. "Okay then, punish me." His face brightened when I said that like he was waiting for those words to get out of my mouth. I didn't wanted to be punished because I believed punishments were rough, my previous master never showed mercy while punishing me and I believed Marco was the same like that but I as wrong. He never went rough on me until I actually asked him too. Apart from that, he never even hit me like Bruce or his father or my father. He would have done a lot today but he didn't. He showed respect and he also showed me that how much I meant to him. "Really?" He said with a smirk. "Yes," "Good, come with me." He said, he got up from the ground and picked me up as well. He touched my lips but they weren't hurting anymore, just a slight pain washed over my body when he touched them gently. "Does it hurt?" He asked and I shook my head. "Very good," he smiled. He pulled me out of the room and into another office. The upper part of the building was empty now, there wasn't anyone around but the smell of weed and m*******a was still there in the atmosphere. I wanted to smoke it as well but I didn't wanted to get addicted to it. Marco locked the door behind me and said, "This is my office, come sit here." The office was massive and it matched his bed room, everything was a shade of red and black. I believed there were his favorite colors. He sat down on the black leather couch and the motioned me to sit on the ground. "Why do I have to sit on the floor?" I questioned as I sat down, in front of his legs. "Because you are a bad girl," he said. He opened the glass drawer beside his table and he pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs. He leaned down to me and pulled my hands back. His bare neck touched my lips as he tied my hands. His intoxicating odor reached up to my nostrils. "What is my punishment?" I asked. He sat back down and pulled me closer to his legs. "To put that mouth to some good use," he replied. He then continued to wrap a black similar cloth around my eyes so I couldn't see anything. I didn't understand what he actually meant until he actually grabbed my hair and zipped open his jeans. He leaned down to my face and kissed my lips gently. "Open your mouth," he ordered and I opened it. He pushed down until my lips didn't touch his d**k, he allowed me to be free with what I wanted to do so I pulled my tongue out and licked it from the top to the bottom, missing the tip purposely. I leaned forward and put his d**k inside my mouth, I was shocked and frightened with how big the size was. It barely even fitted my mouth. He pushed my head harder until his d**k didn't go all the way to my throat. My breathing quickened as I tasted him. I went up and down his d**k, swirling my tongue around which giving him the pleasure. My eyes remained shut because the black cloth was tied on them. My hands were to blinded by chains, I wanted to touch him but he didn't allow me. "f**k," he groaned roughly, the masculine voice of his moans were a rhythm to my ears. His d**k hardened even more as I proceeded. I tried my best to take all of it in, my throat was filled with it. He used both of his hands to push it deeper inside me. I couldn't help but think about Marco f*****g me, I wondered how he would pound himself inside me. My underwear got damp by just thinking about it. After a moment, I felt him close to his release. His groans and moans increased, I moved my head up and down until he didn't release in my mouth. My breathing stopped for a moment, he finished himself completely inside my mouth and then allowed me to swallow it. "Such a good girl," he said as he patted my head like I was some sort of dog. "Do you forgive me now?" I asked. He didn't reply for a moment but then he said, "I'll think about it." I pouted at that reply. I heard his zipping up his pants but then he didn't remove my handcuffs or the blindfold I had around my eyes. He pulled me up by my elbow and walked me somewhere. The lights switched on but I still couldn't see where he was taking. He pushed my head down towards a stream of water and cleaned my mouth while I still stayed tied. He wiped my face with a towel and took me back to the room. "Now, please remove this." I begged. Marco stood behind me, he placed his hands around my pelvis, he pushed his body towards my ass until I didn't feel his member poking through. It was still hard. "What are you going to do now?" I asked when he didn't untie my hands. He pushed my body towards a desk and bend me over it. He slammed himself against me, roughly this time. The wetness inside my panties increased as his covered member touched me. "I want to f**k you, princess." He groaned. "Please, do." I begged. I wanted him inside he, I want him. I wanted him to f**k the daylights out of me, I wanted him to f**k my soul, I wanted him to f**k me raw. He hands went down my back and towards my core. I was wearing a pair of black leggings and black panties. His fingers circled around my p***y and then he suddenly rubbed it before slapping it. I yelped and jumped forward. He pulled my hair and slammed his member near my p***y. His lips touched my ear and he said, "Already f*****g wet. Do you want daddy to f**k you till you aren't able to walk?" I nodded my head and choked out a yes. His member rubbed around my p***y, teasing me in every way. I wanted him inside me. "Beg for it!" He whispered in my ear. "Please, daddy, f**k me." I cried out loud. I couldn't hold it anymore, I need his d**k inside me. I wanted him so badly. The heat in my body was unimaginable, my p***y was dripping with wetness and he could feel that too. "Again," "Please, please, please f**k me!" I begged again. The cold surface of the table touched my face. He moved the hair out of my face and moved his fingers around my neck and jaw. His other hand went towards my ass, he slipped down my leggings and then my panties. My sore p***y touched his member which was still covered by his pants. "Please, daddy. Please!" I screamed. My legs were giving up, I could no longer stand. They were shaking uncontrollably by his touch. I couldn't wait anymore. My heart was beating rapidly through the glass table. I could hear my own heavy breathing that bounced back from the table. His cold fingers touched my sore flesh finally, I moaned when he gently moved them around and rubbed my p***y. But then suddenly I felt a stinging sensation go through my p***y. He slapped me. I screamed and moved forward. "Sorry, bad girls only get punished." He said, leaving my hair and moving body away from me. I gritted my teeth together as he pulled my panties up and then my leggings. "No, please, no. Please, f**k me." I cried out and begged him again. He was teasing me to much. "I promise I will do anything. I will be nice to everyone, I'll do anything you say. Just please, do it." I said. I definitely sounded desperate and I had never been this much desperate for d**k but I never really wanted anyone in my life except for Marco and he was pushing my buttons again and again. "Nope," he said removing my blindfold and the handcuffs. I sat on the table angrily, breathing like a bull while staring at him. "Someone's angry?" He questioned, placing his hands on the either side of me. "f**k you!" I folded my hands across my chest and looked away. I did everything he wanted and he couldn't just f**k me. What is wrong in f*****g me? He laughed and said, "Aww, my princess wanted to be f****d?" "f**k you! I am going to the bar and getting someone else to f**k me." I said as a joke. I jumped of the table and started to walk towards the door and show Marco that I was actually going to leave for some other d**k. He grabbed my arm tightly and pushed me to the wall behind him. He pulled my face and looked at me with such anger that I couldn't even describe. His eyes suddenly turned blazing red or so they appeared to be. His jaw clenched and he leaned down towards my face. "You f*****g think I'll let you go like that?" Anger stormed in his voice and I shivered. It was like his other negative personality came out. He tightened his grip around my face hardly until my jaw didn't start hurting. "Before you f**k or even touch another guy, I swear, Wendy there will be a bullet down his throat." He warned. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ƒind ηøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The way he rolled my name off his tongue was disturbing. "Leave, you are hurting me." I sobbed, pulling my hand away from him. My arm had his red finger marks on them. They were blankly visible. He left me and sat back down while I just stood in the corner. He closed his eyes and rolled around in his leathery seat. He tried to calm down but my angry ass thought it would be better if I opened my mouth unnecessarily. "I know you cheated on your ex-fiancé. Is that why you are so controlling and jealous because you fear you'll be victim of it someday?" 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