Entangled By Him

CHAPTER 29

Anna

I barely slept any last night. At least Marco left me alone for the whole night, but I was afraid that he’s gonna walk back in at any time. I’m still naked and bound to this bed.

Ray comes walking in or Marco I correct myself. He’s always been a good-looking man. He could have any woman he wants, I don’t even know why he’s doing this to me.

He walks over to the foot of the bed and unhooks the cuffs around my ankles. He massages at the angry red lines, getting the kinks out.

He climbs over my body, making me wince. I know he’s just doing it for added effect. Letting me know that he can get away with anything he does to me. Who’s gonna stop him?

He does the same to my wrist and hands as he did to my ankles and feet. He slowly moves off me, making sure to run his fingers over my boobs. I quickly get up and head to the bathroom.

After I splash some water on my face and wash my hands, I come back out. “Get dressed,” Marco nods to the bed as he sits on the other side and just watches me.

I quickly look at the outfit and then groan in disgust. The top part is a tank top that just comes down less than an inch below my nipples. The bottoms look like they’re actually a bikini set. More like a G string set.

I get dressed as Ray watches me the entire time. Marco, I scream inside my head. I’ve got to get the name right, I definitely don’t want any punishments from him.

Marco nods approvingly as he leads me down the hallway. I recognize this house from all the times I’ve been over here. I don’t think the guys ever knew that he bought this. He asked me to keep it a secret. Damn, I wish I would’ve told them.

As we walk into the kitchen, I notice that someone is cooking over by the stove. Marco grabs my hand and leads me over to the table as Martha turns around. I gasp out loud and try to make my way over to her.

“What did you do?” I cry.

He sits down in one of the chairs and jerks me into his lap. “Nothing yet but all that can be arranged if you don’t do exactly what I tell you to.”

I glance in Martha’s direction, she’s opening and closing her fists at her sides as the tears just flow down her face. Marco knows I won’t let her get hurt, I’ll do anything.

He positions me to where my back is to his chest and my legs are spread wide on the outside of his. He’s got his legs open to spread mine farther apart. He starts to gently move his hips, letting me feel how much he wants me. I just put my hands on the table in front of me and put my head down.

Martha brings us over one plate of food. She quickly wipes my tears away before she returns back to the position she was in. I look at the spread of food and my stomach growls. Right next to it is a black box.

I’m about to ask what it is when Marco opens it. I can see a small silver bullet with a remote control in there. “No,” I say as I try to get up.

He quickly wraps his arm around me keeping my body pressed against his. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s fine. I will just fuck Martha on the table here right in front of you.” Despair overtakes me as my shoulders sag, and I sigh accepting my defeat.

Marco grabs the bullet in his right hand and the remote in his left. He turns it on to a low setting as he pushes it inside of my G string. He runs over my clit several times causing me to shiver.

I’m very responsive and I know it. This is what others have told me. What Maxim has told me since he’s the only one I’ve ever been with.

Marco pushes the bullet inside of me. His hands come up and rips the shirt right off. It was flimsy and left nothing to the imagination. He turns on the remote to medium. The sensations of it have me moaning and leaning my head back.

Marco turns me around quite effortlessly. “I want to watch your face as you come, and you better scream my name.” I whimper as he attaches his mouth to my nipple.

I can’t help myself as I start to swivel my hips. I keep my hands to my side, I don’t even want to touch him. I cry as the orgasm builds up and up.

He lifts me up on the table with my legs spread. I plant my feet on his knees to balance myself. I watch as Marco removes his hardening dick from his pants. I lean back as he switches the vibrator up to high. My back is arched and I’m panting.

My orgasm blows through me. I cry out in tears as an ugly sob breaks free. I hate what he did. He took something away from me, something that wasn’t his. It’s almost as bad as rape.

We stay downstairs in the dining room for most of the day. I’m a permanent fixture in Marco’s lap and Martha has to stay over in the kitchen for whenever he wants something.

Whenever he does stuff to me, she thankfully turns around. Today he’s brought me to orgasm four times. At least he kept his promise and he hasn’t penetrated me yet, I know the times coming very soon.

Marco has been drinking all day, which slows him down. Two guards have come to stand by the door to make sure that we don’t try anything. I would love to stick a knife in his throat.

Around ten o’clock at night, Marco finally passed out. Two other guards come in and lift him up taking him to bed. The guards that were already inside come over to me while another one takes Martha back to her cell.

One of the guards picks up the remote that’s on the table and turns it on. He makes me walk all the way back to my room like that. At least he left it on the low setting.

One guard stands by the door as the asshole one takes me over to the bed to secure me down. Once I’m secured, he moves in between my legs pushing himself against my core.

His hot, sour breath hits my ear and the side of my face. “I can’t wait till he takes your virginity, then we’ll all get a chance to fuck your sweet pussy.”

I turn my head as he laughs. He gets up and sets the remote right out of reach and leaves the vibrator on. For the rest of the night, the vibrator is in me and on its lowest setting.

It’s torture because it’s not enough so that I could come. It’s just been building and building me up.

After several hours of crying, my body finally shuts down forcing me to sleep. It’s the only peace and quiet I’ve had today.