"I told him I was his. He made love to me on my bed, I gave him what he demanded. But he is still..." Feeling betrayed once again, Regina felt like she was burning inside. She started feeling like she did not belong there anymore. The place she had started considering her home, the man she had started considering her own, everything started feeling like a big lie.
She became vulnerable in front of him, she gave him everything he wanted, she suffered pain for him, she let him hurt her to satisfy him, she allowed him to conquer her. But in the end, he was still kissing another woman. These thoughts enraged Regina even further. Right now the desire of burning down everything and killing him and that woman started growing.
Hours passed, the sky turned dark and the cold breeze started blowing but her anger did not cool down. She was still pissed off. The passage of time did not calm her boiling head and her desire to killing him and that woman. At the very least she wanted to slap him across the face and make him suffer like she was suffering. She wanted to kick him right at his balls and see him crawling in front of her.
Knock Knock
While she was thinking of how to make him suffer, a knock sounded on her door. She went to the door and put her eyes in front of the doorknob.
It was him.
"Now he remembers me?!" Her anger rose, she felt her face burning. The feeling of opening the door, punching him on his face, and start calling him all the abuses she knew grew stronger.
But she stopped herself and stood there without opening the door.
Knock Knock
He knocked again when she did not answer.
"Leave me alone right now." She shouted and left the door.
"Hmm?" He cracked the door open confused and saw her sitting on the bed.
"What happened?" He came inside and asked.
"Noting." Without even looking at his face she replied in an anger mixed voice.
Without noticing that anger, with his eyes and mind filled with lust, he slowly walked next to her and kneeled at her feet. He separated her knees then inserted his torso between them. His hands moved to her thighs, gently squeezing them before he looked her in the eye.
"I miss you." He pressed his forehead to hers and looked at her lips.
"Really?" Her voice was filled with annoyance. She could not keep the hatred inside her.
His eyes shifted to her face when he noticed that annoyance in her voice.
"That's how you seduced that bitch too?" Asking that she pushed him away from her. He fell on the floor hard but using his swift reflexes he quickly sat up, not reacting or even seeming like he was in pain.
"What are you talking about? What bitch are you talking about? I did not any such thing."
"Do not lie to me. Do whatever you want, but fuck off from my room." She shouted at him.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He stood up in front of her. In front of his tall built, sitting she looked like a child half in his height. Grabbing her by the hair he pulled her before throwing her on the floor.
Unlike him, her reflexes were not as quick so it took her time to stable herself, but before she could stand up, he put his entire body on her, pinning her down so that she could not move an inch.
"Why don't you tell me?" She tried to kick him, but he blocked her legs with his. He slapped her hard across her face. "Spit it out."
She got aroused. Hating that arousal, she said, "Who was that bitch you were kissing in the garden. Your girlfriend? Your other slave? Your wife? Just who?"
His eyes shifted to the window before he turned back to her. He had a blank expression on his face.
"Just tell me who was she? Why you were kissing him? Her pussy was better than mine? Does she give more satisfaction than I do...?"
"Shut your damn mouth." He slapped her again.
"No." With her burning cheeks, she shouted.
"I told you I was yours." The hatred in her voice was just for a second, it got replaced by sorrow. "I was so stupid to think that I am the only woman. I was so stupid for caring for you."
His eyes narrowed. "You are mine. But I never said I am yours." He grabbed her mouth by the chin and glared with his red flaming eyes, directly at her eyes before saying, "Let's get that straight right now. I do what I want when I want. I own you, you do not own me. You're my slave, I am not yours. Remember this, Slave."
Her heart shattered into pieces when she heard those words. Her captivity began in the form of slavery, but it slowly changed into something else entirely. She could have earned all the money and worked toward freedom as quickly as possible. This whole time, she thought she meant something to him, but now the truth was looking her right in the face.
He gave her a final squeeze before he releasing her and standing up. His look was ice-cold. All the fire Regina had built up inside her after seeing him kissing that woman, died down like his words threw cold water on them. There was no fight left inside her.
After he left that night, she decided to get out of there as soon as possible. She realized she did not want to stay there with him anymore. Her only way to freedom was to earn the money and pay him so that he let her go.
A week went by just like that in heavy silence, neither Paul nor Regina tried to talk to each other. Regina did not even leave her room to join him at the dinner table. Sam used to bring food to her room.
But she had to get that money to gain her freedom, so lastly she went downstairs and joined him for dinner. When Paul heard her entering the dining room, he looked at her. His eyes filled with surprise at her presence but that surprise did not last long before vanishing.
Coming next to him, she dropped to her knees putting her face right in front of his lap. She positioned herself between his muscled thighs and undid the button and zipper of his jeans. His cock popped out, quickly hardening on sensing her presence. Gripping the base of his cock with one of her hands, she shoved it deep in her mouth, making it reach to her throat.
With pleasure, he inhaled loudly before exhaling letting it out. He put his hand on her head and gently pushing her head towards himself and making his cock explore some never-touched-before regions in her throat.
He then grabbed the back of her neck to get a better hold and guided her to the pace he desired.
She started getting wet, she started enjoying it, she started wanting him more, and once again she started hating herself more for getting wet, for enjoying it, for wanting him more even after when the other day he told her how much she worth for him.
Later that night, when Paul left for his bedroom, she entered his playroom wearing her red lingerie and asked Sam to tell him. After entering she walked to the center of the room. She had only been inside a couple of times, but she knew where he kept most of his toys. She grabbed the leather choker and put it around her neck, planning to do something she had never done before.
When Paul entered the playroom, his eyes were filled with lust and longing. When he saw the leather choker around her neck, he could not hide his surprise and his desire. His hands immediately removed his nightgown before grabbing the rope to suspend her in the air.
"Hundred."
She set the price. This was all for getting her freedom. That was the only thing occupying her mind ever since he reminded her place in that mansion.
Hearing the price, his hand stopped not moving any further as he stared at her, not wanting to accept that price.
"Hundred. Nothing less than that." Now her only was aim was to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. The desire to get her freedom back, cut every lose every barrier she had erected before.
The connection she thought she had with him turned out to be her misunderstanding. Every time he said something cold, she assumed he was just ready to accept his feelings. But that day he showed her how he truly felt about her. She was nothing more than one of her many pleasure-givers. When she will leave, he would not even care to look at her or even remember about her.
"Hundred then."
After thinking for a while, he nodded and replied in affirmation.
She felt like she had once again become a slave of Vulture. She closed off her mind just as she used to do when Vulture used to play with her. She used to accept everything he used to do with her. She rode his cock when he asked, she sucked his cock the way he liked, she bent the way he preferred. She endured things more painful than she could possibly imagine. He always used to make her come but that was the only sensation she had allowed herself to feel.
Over the weeks, just like that, she gathered an impressive amount of money. For that she had given her body to him, he would choke her while he fucked her, whipped her until she sobbed, fucked her in the ass as many times as he wanted. But it was nothing new, he had already done all of that before. There was nothing new, except her determination of getting back her freedom.