Chapter 8 - Chapter 8

"Oh..fuck..Yes.." Gloria kept moaning as Mike penetrated her hard from behind causing the bed to shake and vibrate from underneath them

Her ass was clapping like thunder with every thrust of his as his hard member filled and bores deep inside of her causing her to experience both pain and pleasure simultaneously. She was enjoying it.

"Yes…Yes..Oh fuck!.."

This is exactly what she had been dreaming for since- getting fucked hard and crazy by Mike.

Gloria can't count how many times she had masturbated thinking and fantasizing about having Mike's thick, long cock deep inside of her. Countless!

Her best friend, Ella had always tell her about how Mike's cock was impressive and how good he was on bed and though Gloria hated the fact that Ella was fucking Mike she couldn't help herself but to get wet by the tales as she visualized in her mind how big his dick is to the point she had to sneak on Mike and Ella while they were having sex just to see the size of his dick herself and she wasn't disappointed.

The memory of Mike's thick, impressive member has been in her head ever since that day and finally the wait was over...

They explored each other's body starting from the sitting room and they are now in the bedroom fucking each other crazily…

Mike kept on pounding his veiny, hard rod inside of her with reckless abandon as if he wanted to tear her open. Her hole was super wet and his dick was covered in its sweet sensation causing him to experience great pleasure.

"Oh fuck. Yes fuck me harder!" She kept on urging him on in loud moans and Mike loved the sound of her sexual voice.

Her moans were like fuel burning his fire and he rode her even faster and harder until he could feel the tip of his member becoming hard and excited. 

"I am about to cum!" He announced in a tense voice and then increased his pace in which he penetrated her 

Slamming hard into her ass while grabbing hold of the back of her neck tight like he wanted to strangle her he pump his rod inside of her, filling her hole completely.

Gloria also grinded her ass into his hard strokes as her own orgasm built up.

"Ah fuck.." both of them came in unison and they collapsed on the bed thereafter, panting and gasping for air like they had just completed a marathon race.

"That was amazing," Gloria gasped, full of smiles as she rested her head on his chest, rubbing her hands on his body.

She wanted to cuddle him however it seemed as if Mike had got back to his senses after cumming and had started feeling regrets for what they had done.

"We shouldn't have done this," he muttered, his face sketched with regrets.

"What?" Gloria acted innocent, like she didn't know what he was talking about.

"This. We shouldn't have done what we did. I mean I am your best friend's fiance and Ella is still missing," Mike explained and Gloria sat up straight.

"You are right. This is a big mistake. I am so sorry, it's my fault. I am a terrible friend," she said, pretending to be remorseful as she forced tears. 

"Hey don't say that. You are not a bad friend," Mike said, sitting up straight as well as he tried to console her.

"And this isn't your fault. It's no one's fault. It's a mistake and mistakes happen, right?" 

"Yes they do," she answered, still pretending to be sad.

"I just hope Ella could forgive me for this," she said, acting a remorseful person perfectly.

"She doesn't have to find out about it," Mike said, looking like a criminal.

"No, I think it's best we tell her. I don't think I can keep it to myself," Gloria tried to act like a good friend.

"No. Listen to me. Telling her will do a lot more damage than good. It will ruin both our relationship with her," Mike said, begging and hoping Gloria understands him.

He loves Ella and didn't want to lose her because of one mistake he was sure won't occur ever again.

"So what do you suggest we do?" She asked.

"We don't tell her. We will keep this as our little secret," he said.

"Alright," she agreed.

"You promise you won't tell her?" Mike asked again to be sure.

"I promise," she replied and he felt relieved.

"Thank you. I have to go now," he said, getting up from the bed.

"Alright," she said, her eyes moving to his exposed dick before he dressed up.

She licked her lips as she knew for certainty that she would have his dick in her once again, in fact very soon it will always be inside of her. She had gotten rid of Ella, Mike belonged to her forever. So she thought.

After I was done bathing, I picked a simple,blue dress from the seamless unending clothes that lined up and surprisingly.it was my perfect size. Getting dressed.in it I stood in front of the large mirror observing my reflection.

Normally I always have a smile on my face when I see my reflection in the mirror as I used to be proud of what I saw staring back at me but today, standing in front of the mirror all I could see was a broken soul full of sadness. For the first time in my life I hated my reflection and I quickly turned away from the mirror and motioned to the bed feeling depressed and alone.

The bed looked too big for one person to stay alone and I started missing my fiancé Mike. I wish he was here with me. His shoulders would have been so comforting in this terrible time I am facing. I missed his kisses and wondered how he was doing.

I am sure he must be so worried and troubled about not being able to reach me.

I wish I had a way to reach him so at least I could tell him I was fine so he doesn't worry about me much even though I am nothing but fine.

"Ah," I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach, as my tummy grumble..

I don't know how long I have gone without eating anything. Honestly with everything that has happened to me these past days, eating has been the last thing on my mind but right now I can't deny the fact that I am hungry, even my head has started hurting as I was feeling hunger headaches.

My eyes went to the intercom phone in the room and I remembered what the old lady Yesenia had told me. That I should give her a call anytime I needed anything. I knew what I needed to do, which is call for food but I didn't. Rather, I lay on the bed and forced myself to sleep despite the hunger pangs getting worse by the second.

Call it stubbornness or foolishness but I don't trust these people one bit. I can't be comfortable eating their food without thinking it's poisoned or something. It's better I starve.

I shut my eyes tight hoping to fall asleep however all that came was pain and more pain. The stomach pain I could endure but the headaches were something else. It felt like my head was about to explode. I was starting to doubt the headaches were as a result of hunger. It felt like I had a tumor in my brain.

"Ah.." I groaned, holding my stomach and my head as I folded myself tightly like a piece of paper. 

The pain was much but still I endured. 

As I continued to bear the torture of hunger I heard a knock on the door and my heart skipped as I feared it was Marcel. I don't know why but he scares me a lot even though I find him super attractive. It's so strange really how someone so good looking can be so scary at the same time.

"Who is that?" I asked.

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"It's me, Yesenia." A voice from behind the door said.

It was the old lady and at the moment the only person in this house I still feel welcomed to see.

"The door isn't locked," I said out loud, composing myself so she wouldn't see the discomfort in my face from the hunger as I sat up straight.

She opened the door and walked in and as she saw me a smile formed on her face.

"I can see you are already dressed. Good," she said, drawing closer.

"Hope everything is up to your taste?" She asked.

"Well I had to put on something," I said my voice void of enthusiasm but she smiled regardless.

"Senor Marcel asked me to come and fetch you so you can have lunch with him," she said, passing her message.

"I am not hungry. He can eat his meal alone," I said in a spirit of defiance not to her but to him.

I proceeded to lay back on the bed even though the grumbles of my tummy and my headaches were telling a different story.

"You don't have to eat anything if you don't want to, it's your presence at the table that is requested," she said softly.

"I don't want to be at the table either," I protested, frowning.

"Understood but I must say it's not a wise action to defile Senor Marcel, it can have drastic consequences. I will advise you to reconsider," she said in a mild tone but somehow it got me scared though I pretended not to be moved.

"So now I will have to do whatever he asks of me? He doesn't own me. I am not his toy that he can just call whenever he is bored," I said and I could feel the anger building up in me as I pant. 

"Most certainly. You are his guest not a toy but it's customary for a guest to respect the host request. Don't you think so?" she said rather politically.

"If I am a guest then I am free to leave whenever I like, right?" I also asked, adopting a political tone as well and she smiled.

"You are right my dear but I am not your host. I think it's best you take it up to him yourself and what better opportunity than during a meal?" She said and it was clear she was really wise in her speech.

I don't know if it was her wise words or the fact that I could no longer bear the hunger pangs I was feeling that I accepted to have lunch with Marcel.

"Alright. I will join him briefly but he shouldn't think I will always be so willing to share a table with him," I said, trying to portray the feeling of strength but she just smiled.

"Good. I will be waiting for you outside your room to escort you to the table, dear," she said.

"I don't think there is a need for you to wait for me. I will come myself," I said, thinking she didn't trust my words.

"Oh dear, I am not doubting you but trust me you will be needing my assistance in finding your way as you will find that the building is quite big," she smiled.

I must say she smiles a lot but not in a creepy or mocking manner. It's a welcoming genuine smile and I like it as it makes me more comfortable. 

"Alright. You can wait,' I said and she smiled once more before leaving my room.

I took some few minutes preparing myself mentally before I head out to face Marcel. I am really scared of him and I still don't know what he plans on doing to me. I still don't know what he wants from me. But for someone to be willing to depart with 10 million dollars for a person then definitely he/she wants something or has something planned.

Not knowing what that is, is really a torture.

After I had mentally prepared myself to some degree I opened the door and Yesenia was where she said she would be, ready to escort me to the dining hall…

As we made the journey from my room to the dining hall I discovered that Yesenia was right. There is no way in this world I would be able to locate the dining hall by myself. The mansion is just so big with so many twists and turns that right now I am practically lost. I don't have a clue how to locate my room from where we were if I was to be left alone.

"How can one person live in a house as big as this?" I didn't realize I was speaking out loud until.

"Same question I ask myself everyday. But one can't question how someone chooses to spend their money, right?" Yesenia said, her sweet smile not leaving her face.

"I guess," I said, I would have loved to speak more to condemn the fact that his house was this big but I chose to remain quiet.

It's really not my business anyway.

As we walked further my eyes were drawn to the various beautiful paintings that hung on the walls of the hallways. The pictures all have this mystery and depth about them but it was one in particular that actually caught my attention. It was a painting of an infant child surrounded by scary looking pack of wolves but strangely from the painting it seemed the wolves didn't mean the child harm but were protecting him.

"It seems your boss is a lover of painting?" I said to Yesenia, my eyes glued to the particular painting and she smiled.

"Yes Senor Marcel does loves his art works," she replied.

"They are beautiful I can't deny but I can't imagine how many millions he has wasted on acquiring them. The money would have been better off giving to the poor and homeless," I said, intentionally trying to find fault in him.

"You are wrong there. He didn't buy any of them. He painted them himself," she said and I was surprised by that.

I honestly couldn't believe it. 

"He painted them?" My mouth failed to close as I was still in shock and Yesenia smiled.

"You will discover Senor Marcel is a man of many talents," she said smiling but I couldn't help but notice there was something mysterious in her smile this time around…

We finally arrived at the dinner hall and oh my God! Is there some kind of banquet going on or what?! 

The dining table stretched out like a limo and there were different kinds of dishes on the table. I am talking about turkey, chicken, pork, steak, cheese and anything you can think of. I have never seen so much food in my life before and they all look so appealing and delicious even the aroma alone was satisfying that my stomach started gurgling shamelessly.