Chapter 57 Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 57 Pain and Pleasure
"Ashley, come eat something. I made your favorite pancakes today." Julio unlocked the chains on my hands and helped me sit up.

I swung my hand and slapped him hard across the face. "Get lost!"

Julio touched the spot where I'd hit him. Since yesterday, every time he freed my hands or feet, I attacked him. Punching. Kicking. Whatever I could manage.

I knew I couldn't escape Julio's control right now. But making him miserable was something I could still do.

When Julio was miserable, I was happy.

After Julio saved me from the ocean, I'd decided to be nicer to him. But now that he'd imprisoned me here, I'd forgotten all about that life-saving favor.

"Ashley, why can't you learn to behave? Your strength is like a kitten scratching. It doesn't hurt me at all."

I ignored him. I hadn't spoken a single word to him since he locked me in this room.

Julio's blue eyes looked like a stormy ocean. He grabbed my chin, squeezing hard.

"Ashley, talk!" My silence clearly made him angry.

I laughed coldly at Julio, rolled my eyes, then closed them. Making my attitude perfectly clear.

"Fine! Fine! If you don't want to talk, then eat!"

Julio brought the spoon to my lips. The metal touched my mouth, but I didn't open it.

"Ashley, are you planning to starve yourself to death?" Julio demanded. His voice was full of rage.

I still didn't answer. He got angrier. I could hear his breathing getting heavier.

Then I felt Julio's fingers tighten on my chin. He pried my mouth open and shoved the spoon inside.

I opened my eyes and glared hard at Julio. My mouth was full of pasta with meat sauce. But the moment the spoon left my mouth, I spit it all out.

The pasta hit Julio's chest and slid down his robe, leaving a dark stain. Some of it splattered on his face. He didn't move. Didn't wipe it off. Just stared at me.

Julio's expression darkened visibly. The muscles in his jaw twitched. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

I wasn't scared at all. I stared right back at him with wide eyes.

Julio sneered under my gaze and tossed the spoon back onto the table. The metal clattered loudly against the surface. He grabbed my chin and kissed me hard.

"If you don't want to eat, let's fuck instead!"

I struggled in panic, swinging my fists at his shoulders again and again. But his muscles were so hard, my hands ached from hitting him. No matter how hard I fought, Julio didn't budge. While kissing me, his other hand unlocked the collar around my neck, pulling out the rope inside.

Julio wanted to tie me up!

I fought harder, but Julio was strong, his muscles solid, his frame towering. Like he'd said, my struggles meant nothing to him. Still, my resistance made it take some time and effort for him to bind me.

"Ashley, you look like a tied-up gift. Just looking at you gets my dick hard," Julio said, his eyes scanning my body.

My legs were pushed up to my chest, bound with my arms. I couldn't move my limbs at all. The rope bit into my skin. Without any foreplay, Julio's cock thrust into me. My body wasn't ready, and the pain made me scream.

"Julio, you animal!" I cursed.

He grinned smugly.

"Finally talking? Keep cursing, I love it!"

Julio thrust hard and fast, pain making my vision blur.

"Pervert! Psycho! Fuck you!" I yelled.

"Yeah, that's me! And you're getting fucked by a psycho!" Julio panted, clearly enjoying it.

He bit my lip, breaking the skin. The sting was nothing compared to the pain in my body. Before, Julio's size brought pleasure, but now, forced like this, it only brought pain.

"God, it hurts! Julio, you're fucking terrible in bed!" I screamed.

He paused, looking down at me. "Bad in bed? Ashley, we could be having fun. But you're so stubborn, I thought you liked hurting like this!"

Who'd like this kind of pain? He was doing this to spite me, that petty bastard.

Julio started moving again, gentler this time, but every thrust hit my G-spot. My moans changed, no longer just pain but tinged with pleasure. My body betrayed me, getting wet, feeling good from his thrusts.

Fuck this body.

Julio knew me too well. He noticed the change and smirked. "See, Ashley? You love this."

"Any guy who hits my G-spot can make me feel good, not just you!" I shot back.

His smug look turned murderous, and he grabbed my throat. "James too? You fucked him?"

I hadn't. But I wouldn't tell Julio that. He'd think I stayed loyal all these years, too in love with him to move on.

"Of course! James is my husband. We fuck almost every day. His dick's bigger, he's better in bed, and he makes me squirt every time!"

I watched Julio's face turn red. The veins in his neck bulged. His grip on my throat tightened slightly before he released it.

"I'll kill James!" Julio roared.

His thrusts didn't stop. They sped up, hitting my G-spot over and over, leaving my mind blank with only sex. I screamed, my hips moving to meet his. My core tightened. I was close to climax.

The bed frame creaked with each thrust. The sound filled the small room. My body was on fire.

Julio was too, slamming into me, the bed shaking. I wanted to beg for more, faster, harder, but I bit my lip hard, refusing to plead.

It felt so good. All I could hear was my own screams echoing off the metal walls.

My body trembled. Every nerve was alive. The pleasure built higher and higher.

A loud bang came as the door burst open. Julio and I froze. He came inside me, and my body clenched, a flood of liquid soaking the sheets.

"Julio, you're under arrest for unlawful imprisonment!" Morrison's voice boomed from the doorway.