Victor escaped to his room, his mind racing. How could his father do this to him? Arrange his life like a business deal? He stopped in front of the window, gazing out at the city lights twinkling below. Freedom seemed so far away. He wondered how it would feel like to be out there, free from his father's shackles. He could start a new life somewhere far, far away from his father. Find a decent job and live a simple and normal life. He chuckled at his own stupidity. He was far from normal. He didn't even know what the word normal meant.
A soft knock on the door broke the deafening silence.
"Victor?" Gloria's gentle voice spoke from outside the door.
He opened the door, letting her in.
"I'm sorry, Victor," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. "I tried to reason with him, but -"
Vic pulled her into a hug. "It's not your fault, Mother." He knew that his mother had no say in anything when it came to his father. He grew up knowing that. It would be cruel of him to blame her for his father's behavior.
She held him tightly. "You deserve happiness, Victor, and I'm sorry I can't give you that. I'm always failing you."
Victor clenched his jaws. He hated it when she cried. He hated seeing her in tears.
"Don't blame yourself, mother. You did your best in raising us, and I love you for that. Don't worry about me, okay? I will be fine." He wiped her tears
Gloria stepped back and looked at him, sadness written all over her face. She had hoped that her son would not go through the same thing she went through. Her father was desperate to save his business , and he had to marry her off to the highest bidder. Now, she was stuck in a loveless marriage with no way out.
"We have to find a way to stop him." She said, making Vic chuckle.
"Mother, we both know that this marriage is going to happen whether I want it or not. Who knows, maybe it won't be such a bad thing." He was just trying to lighten up the mood, but his mind was not there.
"There has to be a way to -"
"I appreciate what you are trying to do, but you are only making me feel worse. You know I hate people pitying me, mother. Can I be alone, please? I just want some time to myself."
"It's okay, son. I will see you at the dinner table." He nodded, just to let her leave immediately. He wasn't going to that dinner, Elijah drained all of his appetite, and he didn't trust himself not to punch him this time around.
As his mother left, Vic collapsed onto his bed, the weight of his future weighing heavily on his shoulders. He laid on his back, his mind drifting off to when he was still a boy. He was so full of life, and he wanted to be a doctor, to save lives and bring hope to those in need. The thought of helping others filled him with purpose. He just couldn't wait to grow older and finally fulfill his dream.
As a boy, he would spend hours playing doctor with his sisters, tending to their pretend wounds and prescribing imaginary medications. What a beautiful life that was. He could even say that he was... happy. Everything was fine, until that day, that fateful night. It ruined him so much that he slowly retreaved from the world, covering himself in a nutshell. He spoke less, smiled less, and he started living in his head most of the time. He felt like he had no purpose in life. He was a living zombie, but nobody cared enough to notice. He lost interest in everything he once held dear, and his heart became closed off. Only his mother was able to soften him up, just a little bit. He just lived for the sake of living.
He let out a heavy sigh, snapping himself out of his thoughts. He sat up straight, his harsh reality slapping him in the face. There was no use beating himself over something he couldn't change. He just had to accept his life as it was, no matter how hard it was. He just had to get used to being his father's puppet like he had been all his life. It was too late to try and change it, and he had no intention of doing that. Life was good the way it was, or at least that's what he thought.
**
Victor stepped out of the house, and cool night air hit his soft skin, providing a soothing feeling from the suffocating tension within. With each minute he spent in the mansion, he felt so much rage building up inside him. His room, which usually provided a temporary sanctuary, was suffocating him, trapping him inside, making it hard for him to breathe. He just had to get out.
He drove to an upscale club downtown, SAINTS AND SINNERS. The loud music and dim lights were a perfect distraction. The bouncer nodded, recognizing Victor. He returned the nod as he entered. The club had become his escape place over the years. Whenever the world got too much, he would drive there and unleash his darkest fantasies if he was not drinking his life away.
Inside, the air vibrated with the beat as the lights danced across the crowd. His eyes roamed around the club until they landed on a specific person. He walked over, ignoring the half naked women smiling at him seductively.
A cold smile covered his lips as he buried his hands inside his pockets. "Ah! David... Fancy seeing you here. I have to say, I'm quite surprised. I didn't know that this was your kind of scenery."
The old man fidgeted in his seat. He couldn't believe that he was actually being intimidated by a 27 year old. He couldn't help it. The boy had a dark, chilling aura. He reeked of death, and...he didn't like being in his presence.
"What do you want, Victor?" Of course, he wasn't going to cower away.
Vic shrugged. "I was just saying hello." He said, the smile on his face turned into a smirk. He could see that the old man was uncomfortable in his presence, and he loved it. "Did you hear the news? Tyler was found hanging on the bridge with a hole on his chest, his heart missing. It's scary how snitches are dying like ants. Ladies, you look beautiful tonight." He winked at the ladies that were entertaining David and walked away. They giggled as they watched him walk away admiringly. He was every woman's dream.
David breathed out, trying to steady his racing heart. Tyler's death only meant one thing. He knew! He fucking knew and it was only a matter of time before he came after him or hís family. He gulped nervously, the thought sending cold chills down his spine. He turned to the ladies who were still staring at Vic's back and glared at them angrily.
"What are you laughing at? If you want him so much why don't you follow him nxaa." They immediately kept quiet, not wanting their meal ticket to slip away.
**
Vic sat on the bed in a familiar room. He removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He checked the time on his phone and sighed annoyed. He hated waiting and every second he waited, his rage continued to built up. He needed to blow off some steam because if he didn't, he was going to be a danger to everyone around him. The only way he could calm down was either blood or..... The door cracked open, snapping him back to reality.
He lifted his eyes as a woman walked in, in a black lingerie that barely covered her body. His gaze darkened, taking in her beauty. He was very specific about what he loved and they always delivered which made him come back for more. The woman's heels clicked on the floor as she walked over to him. She was nervous but she tried so hard not to show it. It was her first time doing that kind of stuff. She was in desperate need for money and he paid a lot so she had to take the risk.
Vic got up, his intense gaze boring into her soul. "On your knees." His deep voice vibrated in the room.
She quickly dropped on the floor with her gaze down.
"Eyes on me." He said again, feeling his pants tighten. The sight of her on her knees turned him on. She lifted her face and her eyes locked with his. She swallowed, his cold eyes making her uncomfortable. There was just something about him, something dark that she wondered if she took the right decision.
"Take off my pants."
She let out a shaky breath then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them to his knees. His cock sprung out, hard as a rock with precum oozing out.
"Suck me." He ordered and she sucked in a deep breath then closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
Vic slapped her hard on her cheek. "I don't like repeating myself. Eyes on me."
Tears welled up in her eyes but she fought so hard not to let them fall. She locked eyes with him once again and opened her mouth and licked the tip. She circled her tongue around the head, teasing him. He let out a satisfied groan as the warmth of her mouth covered his dick. She opened her mouth wide enough to fit his length then took him all in. The low grunts he was making gave her more confidence. She was doing it right and that made her coochie clench with want. She hated herself for that. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it. Her job was to please him not the other way around but hearing him enjoy her mouth was such a turn on. She could feel herself getting wet.
Vic grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, causing her pain as he was pulling her scalp. He shoved his dick down her throat making her gag. He fucked her mouth deep and hard while pulling her hair. Tears rolled down her face, taking him all in.
His eyes never left hers. Fucking perfect. Her pretty mouth was just made for his dick. He shoved his dick further down her throat and shot out his load. He let out a deep groan, spilling his warm cum in her mouth. He pulled out, some of it spilling on the tiled floor.
"Swallow."
Like a good little girl, she swallowed every last drop. Her throat hurt from all the pumping he was doing.
"On the bed, face down and ass up." He never did missionary. He never wanted to look at their faces because there was no intimacy. She quietly did as told.
Victor yanked off his trousers and threw them on the floor then took a condom and tore it then put it on. He took a belt and folded it then walked over to her.
"Your safe word is blood. Say it."
"Blood.." she had the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.
"Don't forget it." His hand squeezed her ass, his eyes on her dripping coochie. This was different. Her body was reacting to his touch which was rare. She loved it! The thought alone made him excited. He lifted the belt and struck her with it on her ass.
She winced, her eyes tightly shut. The stinging sensation was so painful. He gently rubbed his hand on the spot he had hit, as if soothing the pain then struck her again, doing the same thing over and over until he was satisfied then threw the belt on the floor.
Vic's eyes darkened with desire as he rubbed his fingers on her wetness. This one was a naughty little thing and he liked it, made him want her even more. His dick was excited and he couldn't wait to just fuck her senselessly. His fingers sunk into her moist pussy and he roughly fucked her while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
"Mmm.." a moan escaped her mouth. Her walls clenched around his fingers, the pleasure building up all around her body. She could feel her orgasm building up and if he continued like that, she was going to cum all over his hand.
He felt her getting closer and he pulled out. Not yet! She wasn't going to cum just yet. He wanted her to beg him to let her release. He still had the whole night with her so there was no rush. That was just the beginning.
He rubbed the head of his dick on her entrance and she arched her back even more. She wanted him inside her and he was taking his sweet time. Without warning, he rammed inside her, stretching her walls until he was fully inside. She yelped in pain. He was too big for her but he didn't care. She noticed that he loved causing her pain. He enjoyed hurting her so even if she cried, it wouldn't do her any good. She just had to be strong and try to relax.
Vic let out a deep growl, her tightness driving him to the edge. His thrusts started slow but he picked up his pace, fucking her hard and deep. He watched as his dick disappeared in and out of her, her pussy walls stretching to accommodate his length. He reached for an ice block then trailed it all over her body. Goosebumps formed all over her body and soft moans escaped her mouth. Now that she was relaxed, she could feel him hitting all the right corners of her pussy.
He ditched the ice lock and reached for her hair then pulled it hard while he pounded her from behind. Tears rolled down her cheeks as a mixture of pain and pleasure filled her but she didn't want him to stop. Her walls tightened around his dick, an orgasm building up again.
He quickly pulled out and turned her around. Maybe he would make an exception with this one. More tears trickled down her face. There was nothing more painful than being denied an orgasm. She was so close and she could feel it. All she needed was a few more thrusts.
He cuffed her hands to the bed, he didn't want her touching him. "Open your legs, wide." He ordered and she immediately obeyed.
He went on top of her, avoiding meeting her gaze them pushed through her wet coochie. He fought the urge to groan at how good she felt. His hand went to her throat as he started moving in and out of her. His grip around her neck tightened, cutting her air supply. He...#REMOVED
**
"Please. Just let me cum. Please.." her voice had become hoarse from all the screaming she had been doing. They had been at it for more than three hours and he had been denying her an orgasm since. Her lady part was burning so much she was sure she wouldn't be able to walk for some days.
Vic upped his pace, drilling into her hard and fast, his jaw tight and rugged. Her lips trembled as she felt the pleasure washing over her. Her eyes rolled to the back, her legs shook and her body convulsed, an orgasm hitting her hard. Victor fucked her through her climax, chasing his own happy ending. His eyes narrowed, giving her his final strokes. A low grunt erupted on his throat as he filled the condom with his seeds. He slowly pulled out of her and watched as her swollen lips closed in, covering everything up. She sighed exhaustedly, her body still slightly shaking. That was by far the best sex she had ever had, take away the kinky side of it.
He took off the condom and wrapped around a tissue then wiped himself clean. All the anger he felt before had disappeared like it was never there. This was what he needed but it was much better than he imagined. He wouldn't mind doing it again. She never used her safe word and that showed him that she was the only one who could handle him. Maybe he should tip her, money had never been an issue.
"What's your name?" He asked as he uncuffed her.
She rubbed her wrists. They had turned red because she was cuffed for a long time. "Tariro, Tariro Mashona."
"I would like to see you again." That sounded more like an order than a request.
She kept quiet, not knowing how to respond to that. She had told herself that it was a once off thing and she was never doing it. Victor bored his eyes into hers, waiting for a reply. When he got non, he smirked and walked to the bathroom. Tariro closed her eyes, resting her tired body.