I Want More

POV: Felix

"How do you keep finding yourself in this situation?" I asked her the moment stepped out of the bathroom and found her sprawled on the bed, drunk. I climbed the bed and took her into my arms, kissing her softly. She looks so weak and horny. I could see the sweat sliding down her cheeks and disappearing under her dress.

"And why do I keep meeting you in this situation, why are you always there at my most vulnerable times?" She murmured, dragging her words and laughing at the end like a lunatic. I couldn't stop staring at the droplets of tears going under her dress, I swallowed dryly, caressing her face.

"My God!

What have they done to you?" I let out in surprise when she suddenly pulled me closer, bringing her lips to mine and kissing me fiercely. It seems like Dejavu, I seem to remember the first day I met her.

She was drugged and drunk as well, just that I was also drugged that night. I had the same drug in my system and that is why I could not resist her that night. But today, I'm sane and okay, I haven't had much drink either and I wonder why I couldn't resist her as she kissed and caressed me.

She has no control over her body, so she can't resist me or say now. But I can, I could easily hold her off and just help her stay cold until the drug wears off. But I couldn't resist her touch, I want her as badly as she wants me. This feeling seems alien and weird, I've never wanted something so bad and it scares the shit out of me.

"No!

I won't do it!

I don't desire her, I don't want to be with her!" I chided myself as I pushed her off gently. She giggled excitedly, thinking I was simply playing games with her. I pulled out the cuffs I'd hidden under the pillow when I returned from my room. I cuffed her to the bed, buffing her two hands to the headboard and her two legs to the bedpost.

"What are you doing, Ralph?

Hey, stop it!

Where are you going?

Don't leave me tied to a bed, please…

Come on Raphael, I need you!

Stop acting so cold and cruel, I need you by my side, I need you so badly," she called out to me, sounding horny.

"Stay right here!" I told her sternly.

"Where the hell would I go?

I'm chained to a bed, goddam it!" she retorted angrily, sounding fierce and angry. I squinted my eyes to gaze at her, wondering if my ears were deceiving me or something. She had just yelled at me and for a split second, it felt like she wasn't as drugged and weak as she looks.

"Could she be faking it?

Is that even possible?" I thought within me, staring at her suspiciously. She tried pulling her hand from the cuffs, and when it hurt her wrists, she then tried dragging the cuffs off the headboard.

I watched her struggling for a few minutes, then she gave up and lay helplessly on the bed, begging to set her free. I turned around and walked into the bathroom to meet the fool who agreed to humiliate me and my wife.

He was stirring awake when I walked into the bathroom. I didn't want to jinx it by hurrying him to wake up. So I just stood by the door, leaning on the wall and glaring daggers at him. I knew the moment he recognized me as his eyes widened in shock and he tried desperately to break out of the cuffs. He started begging when he couldn't break free and even discovered that he was naked right now. I smiled proudly, loving the look of fear on his fucking face.

"Right now, I have two options for you to choose from. One, you go over to my mom's room and you take a glass of wine from her bedside table and gulp it down as if your life depended on it. My mom and two ladies are there in that room. I need you to have fun with them the same way you were supposed to have fun and party with my wife, Victoria." I told him fiercely.

"What do you want me to do, sir, are you asking me to screw your mother?" The Gigolo asked me sounding sorry and ashamed.

"Screw my mother or anyone else in that room and ill make you disappear without traces. I'll throw you so far away and I'll make sure that you never see daylight for the rest of your pathetic life!" I threatened him furiously, my eyes blazing in anger.

"I asked you to party with the ladies and have fun dancing and flirting with them all night. In the same way, you were asked to disgrace Victoria, I just want you to extend the same courtesy to the ladies. Is that clear?" I asked.

"And what if I say no?" he asked, sounding unsure and scared.

"If you don't follow through with my plans, I'll make you leave this mansion in cuffs or in a body bag, and I'll make sure you don't get back a dime from the money paid into your foreign account. Did I fail to mention that I'd moved all your money out?" I asked teasingly.

His eyes widened in shock and he struggled more fiercely to break free, cursing at me furiously while struggling to break free. I pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head, threatening him furiously.

When he finally agreed to cooperate, I showed him my laptop where I'd be sitting and watching everything that was happening in that room. We saw the ladies shipping from the bottle of wine the maid served them. I'd already given instructions to the maid and I gave her some party flavors to add to their drinks to mess with their heads as it did with Victoria.

The only difference was that I didn't give them aphrodisiac, I just made them high and too intoxicated to reason properly. I could see the reaction of the drugs on them as I watched them through the camera I installed myself.

Be a good boy and take two glasses of that wine the moment you get into the room, I want to see you taking it." I instructed firmly as I signaled the maid to lead him to Mom's room. I smiled proudly when I saw him take the wine as I instructed. I sat in front of my laptop and watched the girls throw themselves at him, acting like whores.

I guess I should be grateful for my mom's experience with tainted wines. She fooled around a bit, encouraging the girls to be naughty. When I was satisfied with my job, I picked up the guy's phone and chatted with the bloggers he had been something with. I gave them our location and told them exactly when to come in.

"Ralph…

Please take off the chains, I need you, I can't control my desires." Bee called out to me, her voice cracking up at the end. I'd thought she would yell at me or pull one more stunt on me. But she didn't, and now I'm convinced that she is truly under the influence of alcohol and drugs. With everything set and ready, I decided to unlock the cuffs and be with her.

She is too drunk to know if in sober or not. I can lie my ass off and make it seem like I'm a victim as well. For now, I need to let my feelings out, I need to show her how much I desire her. She has no idea how much I fantasize about her, how much I wish to be with her.

It would have been better if I never had a taste of her deliciousness that night. I did have a taste of her awesomeness that night, and I must confess…

I want more…