I open my eyes slowly, I feel a little pain in my body and a lot of warmth, it feels very good. I try to fall asleep until I feel a breath, I look up and I'm hugging Ezequiel, I fell asleep next to him, at what point in the night did it happen?
I try to move stealthily without waking him up, I'm embarrassed that he finds out that I fall asleep hugging him.
I managed to get away from Ezequiel without waking him, what happiness. I sit gently on the bed, before leaving I notice that he has a morning erection, I stare at him, he is so big, how tall is he? Ezequiel wakes up and we look at each other. I can't help but blush, he found me in the worst situation.
"What do you see so much?" He asks a little disheveled, even when he just woke up he is very cute.
"I... I was about to leave," I get up, quickly leave the room and enter mine.
I sit on the floor and cover my face. I don't know what's wrong with me lately, I'm very confused and embarrassed.
I get up and take off my pajamas, turn on the tap and let the water fall on my body. I look at my nipples, they are still swollen, Ezequiel is very rough, I try to touch them and it hurts. I finish showering and leave, covering my body with my bathrobe. Ezequiel likes to enter without warning. I cover the body with cream, placing it on Ezequiel's marks, it is a cream for wound healing, I hope it helps.
What will I wear to learn to shoot? I open my closet and look for something suitable. Finally, I put on my army bear underwear, socks that match my underwear, and some dark pants with my white sweatshirt, which covers some of Ezequiel's wounds. I put on my white tennis shoes and, lastly, my bear ear hat.
Mom knows me so well that she collected all my favorite clothes, that reminds me that she hasn't called me in a long time, I hope she's okay, and I also want her to advise me about my relationship with Ezequiel. I really don't know what to do, I'm confused. Right now I need Mom a lot, I look at the photograph of her on the nightstand. "Mom, I hope you're okay," I say somewhat sadly.
I've taken a long time, Ezequiel has to be ready. I leave the room, knock on Ezequiel's door, open it quietly, and he's not there.
He must be in his closet; I open the door, and he's putting on a formal shirt. I love how he dresses, black shirt and pants of the same color, a real bad boy.
"Come here, I'll show you something," I timidly walk towards him and stand beside him. Ezequiel opens a drawer, and there's a gun.
"There are many guns in the house and an emergency room," he says very seriously. I feel insecure, it scares me a little.
"In the business world, we always have to watch our backs, they should have already explained that to you."
I nod, even though I know that, I've never cared about it. My parents protected me, and nothing bad or out of the ordinary happened in our family.
Ezequiel closes the drawer, and I only say something when we reach the new car. I get in as a passenger, and Ezequiel drives. I don't think anyone will try to kill me or do something bad to me, but if Ezequiel considers it important, then I won't question it. I glance at him; after what happened last night, he acts as if nothing had happened. We spend the journey in silence until we arrive.
We get out of the car and enter a shooting gallery. This is impressive; I had never been in one before. There are some very wealthy-looking people and some who seem like military personnel.
A Caucasian man in his fifties approaches us, "Mr. Chadburn, we have the private room ready with everything you requested."
"Excellent," he says very enthusiastically.
We head inside; the place is large, with six practice stations, soundproof walls, excellent lighting, and many practice targets. There are six black suitcases on the table and plenty of ammunition. Ezequiel opens one of the suitcases, there's a gun inside, and he takes it.
"Here," he extends the gun to me, I take it timidly, it's quite heavy, I don't know what kind of gun it is.
"I don't know how to use a gun," I say, very distressed by this new experience.
I timidly put on some noise-canceling earmuffs, he takes my hand and guides me. Ezequiel, without warning, starts shooting, I get startled by the recoil of the gun and just close my eyes.
He stops, and I take off the earmuffs. "How are you going to shoot if you can't see?" he asks angrily. I lower my gaze, he just sighs.
"Listen carefully, this is the stance, spread your feet, look at your target, and shoot, do you see it?" I look at the paper, and Ezequiel hit all the shots, it's impressive, he's very good with guns.
" Try it "
I nod, spread my feet, and aim the gun at my target. Ezequiel guides me and takes my waist.
"Open your legs a little more," I obey.
"Now take the weapon more firmly," Ezequiel takes my hand and helps me. I can feel his breath on my neck, he clings a little closer to me, imitating my position and correcting me.
I feel his virile member on my back. Ezequiel is very tall, he is about 1.95 m tall and I am about 1.56 m tall, I feel vulnerable, he intimidates me with his height and strength.
"Ezequiel, could you step back a little, please?"
"Why?" He presses his crotch closer to me, "Do I intimidate you? I'm just helping you."
My breathing starts to get rough, Ezequiel knows I get this way and yet he enjoys torturing me. He licks my neck and bites me.
"Eze... quiel... don't bite... me," instead of letting go, he bites even harder, I feel the pain it leaves in my neck.
"I can bite you whenever I want," she says into my neck, his repair so warm and full of hormones.
"You leave marks on me," I say quietly, it seems that I made Ezequiel angry, he began to bite me more, although I try to avoid it, he surpasses me in strength and size.
"Enough!" I scream and drop the gun and try to struggle, I don't want to be his toy anymore.
"Scream all you want, they won't hear you," draws a big smile on his face.
"You're an idiot," I yell at him with all my might, I don't understand Ezequiel.
Ezequiel, with his hand, cleans the shooting table and throws everything on the floor. I hear the ammunition fall and roll, I stand in front of him and start to cry. He rides me on the shooting table as if he weighs nothing.
"Take off your shirt," I look into Ezequiel's angry eyes, I'm scared and trapped, I have no choice. Embarrassed, I obey him and cover my breasts immediately.
"Why don't you want me to bite you, doesn't some lover want me to?"
"I... I'm only with you Ezequiel, I don't have lovers and I don't even leave the house without your permission," I say crestfallen, I don't know why he gets so angry.
I feel his hand on my head, "good boy, you have to obey me," he wipes the tears from my face with his hands.
"I'll leave you at home and go to work, that's enough for today."
I put on my sweatshirt and we leave that room, the people in the place look at the red marks that Ezequiel left on my neck and I couldn't cover with my sweatshirt.
I go quickly to the car and Ezequiel drives. He bothers me that he always treats me like this without doing anything bad, will he do the same with everyone? Maybe he thinks I'm his bitch, I look out the window.
"Ezequiel, why are you biting me?"
"It just provokes me," he replies coldly.
"Do you do it with all of them?"
"Is this an interrogation?" I keep looking out the window, I don't answer him.
"No," says Ezequiel, we remain silent until we get home.
"Today I will return home late, I will send you some things that you have to deliver to me at 9 pm, understand? By the way, on Sunday I will not work, I will stay at home."
"Okay," Ezequiel gets in the car and leaves, I open the door to the house and close it. I sit on the floor trying to process what happened.
I don't understand Ezequiel, he says that he will protect me, but he also causes me harm, even so I want to be by his side. My mom sent me with him so I could be safe, but I'm just confused, I start to cry, according to Ezequiel, he doesn't bite anyone but me. I hope our relationship improves and doesn't cause me so much harm. I roll into a ball on the floor and continue crying, confused and in pain.