Chapter 9: 9| PLAN IN PROGRESS

FREMA:

Too huge.

My brain processed. He cussed lowly and muttered, "The pain will go away soon, dolcezza."

I felt the pain start to turn into pleasure and I whimpered, rolling my hips against his member. He growled loudly and held me down, tearing off my lace thong.

"I.. I'm okay now.." I muttered. He muttered something back in response but I didn't hear as he tried to bury himself inside me. He was only halfway and I felt full.

"Ahh.." I moaned as he tried to lubricate me more with his fingers. He groaned.

"So fucking wet. You're so responsive, guttana. I'm losing control." He said hotly and I decided to show him I wasn't a baby or doll or whatever. So I pushed back hard against his cock, and then cried out as it hit my cervix and he started moving almost immediately.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cried out as he pounded into me ruthlessly, mercilessly. This was pure sex. I was the student and he was the fucking teacher.

Growling, he gripped both sides of my hips roughly and pulled out completely before slamming back into me with full force, hitting and bruising my G-spot to no end.

"So fucking tight," He muttered, leaning over to my ear. "Tell me. Say what you want, dolcezza." He whispered roughly against my right ear but I couldn't speak, I was too high for that. His hand came right down on my ass and smacked me hard. I shrieked. "Speak." He commanded.

"Don't stop.. Please don't stop.." I cried shamelessly and then he pulled out making me whimper in frustration. Almost immediately, his hand stretched my pussy and he ate me out from behind, causing me to almost die of pleasure as my second orgasm rippled through me.

"On your back." He demanded and I obeyed, ignoring my very sore pussy. He wasted no time in slinging my left leg on his shoulder before entering me, tantalizingly slow and very fucking deep.

"Fucking Christ!" I cussed as he pulled out and slammed back in, definitely bruising my G-spot. I cried out and dug my nails into his back, eliciting a string of profanities from him as he continued his brutal thrusts into me continuously, no doubt impaling my pussy with his large girth.

God, I felt raw, bruised.

"I.. Can't.. Take.. No more.." I cried as he kept fucking me. Our bodies slapping against each other loudly, our breathing ragged and the headboard slamming against the wall harshly.

This was mad sex.

"You will take all of it, princesa. Don't tell me you can't fucking take crap." He snapped angrily, adding his fingers now. I felt pain, but the pleasure was just too much. Too fucking much.

I pushed his chest lightly, feebly refusing to take anymore, but he held my wrists above my head, pulling out to tease my entrance lightly causing more wetness to drip down my thighs and onto the bed. He groaned lowly.

"This pussy is mine, mia cara. Only me." He warned, slamming back inside me and taking my breath away. I felt another release inch closer and I rolled my hips against his, chasing​ my release. "Look at me." He ordered, tilting my chin upwards so I stared into his almost pitch black eyes while he fucked me slow, deep and hard.

Not being able to take anymore, I finally broke down - my pussy clenching around his cock, a screaming mess as my juices coated his covered cock. His release came seconds later and shot into the condom, and he cried out lowly in pleasure before finally pulling out.

And I think my name is.. Eron? Or was it Castile?

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Two weeks had passed since well.. Eron fucked me.

I inhaled deeply as I tried to focus on what my home tutor was saying. Apparently since I have been kidnapped, I can't go to college anymore. So Eron bloody Castile got me a home tutor. How nice, right?

".. I think I'm losing your attention, hija." The Spanish lady, obviously in her forties said. I rolled my eyes.

"For the hundredth time Miss Elizabeth Warren, I'm not your fucking child." I said, irritated. She nodded, looking hurt. Dramatic daughterofa--

"Lesson's over, Miss Warren. You can leave now." I heard his voice behind me and I tensed, feeling my cheeks heat up as memories of the moment we shared flooded my thoughts.

"Okay, Mr. Castile. I'll take my leave now. Goodbye, hija." She said and I felt like killing her.

I'm not your child, woman!

Meanwhile, I turned to Eron, smiling innocently,

"Um.. Welcome daddy." I said, making sure he understood the underlying tone in my words. His jaw clenched.

Success, I thought.

"My office. Now." He said lowly, and I didn't need to be told twice that he was angry. And soo turned on.

I walked past him, past my room and then into his gigantic office. I looked around, admiring the exquisite surrounding when he walked in.

I turned around sharply, my eyes locking with jet black ones immediately. I broke our stare off seconds later, directing my gaze to the now interesting door behind him.

"You've chased three tutors away in a span of two weeks, Fremantle. What is your problem?" He spoke, making me flare up in anger instantly.

"What is my problem? I should be asking you that fucking question, Eron. I'm not the one who banged and left!" I yelled at him and his eyes darkened, more black.

"Language, princesa. Those hard words are not meant for a girl like you." He warned and I scoffed.

"Yeah but your hard dick is, right?" I challenged, looking him square in the eyes.

He looked taken aback for a split second before he quickly recovered and walked towards me menacingly. I moved back on instinct and backed up against the wall.

"You will watch what you say to me, princesa." He said huskily and the words I said next were definitely not what a normal person in this situation would say. I parted my lips and whispered,

"Make me."

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After that, I woke up to an empty bed just like the first time and I found myself wishing that maybe he had stayed.. But I knew that was almost impossible. Eron didn't seem like one to be tied down by a girl. He just explored, got what he wanted, and left.

And I didn't care. I knew I was probably being used, but I didn't care.

"You seem distracted," I heard a voice say from the door. I looked up sharply, shielding my nakedness from him.

"Liam, you idiot! I'm fucking naked!" I yelled at him and he laughed cheekily.

"Oh believe me when I say I've seen a lot more than you have to offer, Frey." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, get out." I said, glaring at him.

"Sure. But I'll be back in 45 minutes, tops." He said, winking at me. And then he closed the door.

45..what?!

I threw my legs over the bed and regretted my actions 0.5 seconds later. My insides felt raw and throbbed deliciously but also painfully.

"Eron you-- Ugh!" I muttered curses lightly in anger and frustration as I limped towards the washroom.

Exactly 45 minutes later, Liam pushed the door open and I rolled my eyes.

"Too bad I'm already dressed, pervert. What did you want to talk about?" I said, walking.. limping towards the bed.

"You." He said shortly, becoming serious all of a sudden. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Me?" I repeated. He nodded, sitting down next to me.

"How badly do you want to leave this place?" He asked me and my eyes widened, my senses going haywire.

"Very badly, Liam. I want to see my parents again. My brother. My best friend. I miss them all." I begged, tears forming in my eyes. He nodded

"I can help you, Frey. Tonight." He said and I let out a gasp.

"So soon?" I asked, shocked.

"You don't want to?" He asked and I shook my head vigorously.

"I want to, Liam. I swear, I want to leave this fucking hellhole." I said, though it wasn't physically a hellhole, but mentally, it kind of was. Plus I knew I was practically forcing myself on Eron and maybe he didn't even give two shits about how I felt or what I wanted. He was a fuck boy, for all I knew.

"Then tonight, by 8pm, you're my date for Hernandez's birthday party." He said and I nodded.

"Anything, Liam. Anything. I swear I'll do it." I said and he nodded, chuckling.

"Wow, I never thought the day would come when a girl would want to outrun Eron. It's always Eron outrunning them." He said, sounding impressed but I couldn't care less about Eron and his marvelous dick.

"I want to leave here, Liam. I don't care about Eron. But.. Why are you doing this?" I asked. He smiled.

"Simple. I like you," he said, coaxing a slight blush from me. Then he continued, "but I know you like Eron, so I'm going to keep my cool and watch from a distance for now. But when you're free and horny, and in need of a boyfriend, I'm just a call away." He said, passing a note to me which contained his cell number. I took it hesitantly and looked up at him.

"Is this safe? Are you sure he's not going to find out?" I asked him, suddenly afraid. He shrugged.

"I'm not dumb, Frey. I know he's going to find out, but you'll be safe by then. Far away from him." He said and I nodded, shaking thoughts of an infuriated Eron away from my mind.

"Then it's a plan. Clothes? Do you have any formal gowns in mind?" I asked him.

"Sure. Hailey will send it to your room in half an hour." He answered. I grinned cheekily.

"Plan in progress."