Veins of Truth

Don Sylvester Casablanca; Philanthropic billionaire. A name that resounds of hope to the vulnerable but echoes as a monstrous growl to my hearing. For all he cares, I exist for a single reason; to gratify his s****l fantasies and nourish the hunger of his fangs. I was just seventeen when I first met him on a winter's night flight. Being a hostess in the first class cabin had seen me meeting the Elites of New York and that night in question was no different. From the window of the jet, I saw the first flakes of snow sashaying towards the city of Boston and they harbingered a melancholic reality of the lonely Christmas that awaited me. Slow to sway my attention back to the passenger sitting before me, I bent forward, poured his drink and was about to leave when he suddenly grabbed my frail wrist causing me to panic that he may snap it in two. The force he exerted on the grip had caused me to groan conservatively In protest. I found it totally strange for a calm looking man in his late twenties to treat a teenage girl in such a cruel manner. “ You’re hurting me sir.” I said, pulling my hands away from his clutch, loosing the balance on my misplaced heels and crashing haphazardly with a thud. “ I’m sorry, I was just trying to feel your pulse, You look cold.” He said in a silvery voice and stretched his feeble looking hands towards me. “ I’m Doctor Sylvester Casablanca. They call me the Don.” Said the charmer in a deep honeyed tenor that saw me forgiving all his sins before I could even stand back on my feet. The irony of his rude action and his chivalrous behavior had sent my mind into an eon of imaginations_ akin to what breed of royalty he had sprouted from. “ It’s okay sir.” I said, suiting my skimpy gown with my palms before turning away to take my leave. I was still in motion when the unexpected happened all over again, this time around, I could feel the tender warmth of his palm clutching tightly against my G string ,making it seem as if though I wasn’t wearing a skirt at all. “ Jesus!” I gasped and hurried away from his proximity before turning to get a clearer picture of the scene. My face hung in shock like I was seeing a ghost. “ Sorry. Hope you aren’t offended. You posses a Charming butt. I just had to confirm It was real.” He said without an ounce of remorse and no smiles, while I stood peering at him in shock. He simply suited his spectacles with the same fingers he had used to molest me and continued to read his dailies. My presence was totally ignored by him just as if I was never there. He was effortless and unapologetic. Never had I seen a man exert so much dominance over me and win. Perhaps it was the chiseled face and the hung shoulders, perhaps it were his slanting lids that reigned over his pupils which had the color of azure before a rain storm or perhaps, he was simply rich. I instantly swore to find my way to his heart. Two years later and I’m still standing by his side. No trays and no champagne. Only pay slips traded for pain and an ocean of tears and blood. “ Sit down god damn it! This isn’t a funeral” He says and gropes my butt through the flay black gown I’m wearing. A feeling of shame elopes me as his friends laugh hard at my solemn reaction. The top fashion model on dailies, reduced to a harlot in front of the friends of my elite lover who is now drunk from ingesting too much champagne. “ Get that ass of yours over here and please a man. It’s what I pay you for.” He says and balances the base of his tentacles over his nose to get a clearer gaze of my curves. Drunkenness and lustiness are two state of mind that should never be possessed by a Dominant male like Sylvester. His proximity to get violent at such moment was raised to the power of hundred. To safeguard my face from slaps and prevent my neck from getting shackled, I knew what I had to do; give him a quick fix. “ Don. Let’s do it in the gents please.” I whisper to him, causing me to move closer. The cackles of his friends where evident that They heard what I said. “ Serve me here! My guys here have seen your nudes on my phone.” He says in raucous tone as I feel his fingers progressing into the diving lines of my butts. I feel abused from all the attention he is attracting to us. The whole hall of elites seems to have their eyes on me. I have to give him a fix as soon as I can. “ Don! get up!” I say in a deep whisper, slightly spanking his face to wade off his drunkenness. It works. He doesn’t slap me back which was a good possibility. I take him by the hand and lead him to the gents, leaving his friends to cackle even louder. All alone with him in the toilet, I quickly help him unbuckle his belts, giving more room to the enormous bulge in his briefs. He tries to touch my face but I hold his hand. “ My make-up will be ruined and the show hasn’t even started.” I say and pulled down his briefs while he mutters an inaudible protest. His pleasant size is a beauty I can never get tired of seeing. I inhale passionately, balance on my feet, pull down my cherry patterned panties, raise up my thick flay gown, turn over to the mirror and bent over on the shank. The both of us are visible in the sparkling mirror. “ Make it snappy. The governor would soon be here.” I say to him as I wait to be penetrated for the nine hundred and ninety time. I keep count. This is going to be the tenth to the last time I was ever going to lay with him. The agreement was for two years and a thousand sessions of love making. No one told me they were going to be brutal. True to my assertion, he never fails to be brute in his actions as he slams me merciless with his reoccurring strokes. My forehead hits against the mirror causing me to shrug backwards a bit. The result_ a deeper penetration and more pain. My make-up is botched at the temple. I’m broken all over again. He keeps stroking me harder and utters nothing but disgruntled moans. They grow louder in sound till he moves his palms from the back of my shoulders and grabs my neck in his cathartic ascension. I scream from the pounding pain in my loins and that in my throat. “ I can here a loud ovation from the crowd. The governor has arrived or perhaps they are simply applauding one of their own for using me like some w***e. “ Don! Don!” I scream in a forced ecstasy from his last strokes. I break down in tears from his humiliating touch as he pulls his business out of me, takes a step backward and places it back into his briefs. “ My love, are you alright? Let’s gets going. “He says in a sullen tone that was a total contrast to the beastly groans of pleasure he had just expelled. “ Go. I need a moment to catch my breath.” I say to him and switched on the tap. I can’t help but wash up my three thousand dollar makeup and check on the current condition of my long term tear that made coitus a hell for me. “ Come with me this moment, it’s what I pay you for” he says with the beastly tone slightly inherent in his words. “ I said go! I need some moments alone.” I bark at him. “ Tantrums huh? What have I told you about these tantrums. You belong to me! I cloth you and I feed you. Yet, all you ever do is disrespect me.” He says, clutches his palm in a fist and slowly begins to walk closer to me. My mind is broken, I’m fed up, and I’m not thinking straight, my sight catches the presence of a hair dryer which is stationary on the wall. I quickly reach for it knowing I had to arm myself for the sage he is raging towards me. He is defiant and slowly saunters towards me. His eyes is red in rage, his fist is clutched for a hit. I’m ready!