The CEOs pregnante maid

The lie

He unzipped his pants quickly, and I heard the noise of the aluminum packaging being opened. And I didn't even look, I was incapable of looking at him now without disgust and fear in my gaze.

He massaged himself and put the condom on, positioning himself in front of me. I still had my panties on. At that moment, my body tensed, and I hesitated to spread my legs. But he did it for me, spreading them as far apart as he could. Once again I pulled away, afraid of what would come next. I wasn't a fool, I knew that my first time would hurt, but I really thought that Luck would be a bit more affectionate, that he would go slower. Because, damn it, one finger already hurt like hell, imagine all that. I was really scared... I finally looked up and then at his member, and saw him looking at me with curious eyes.

- What did you think you'd come up here with me for? To play dolls? You wanted to come up, so let's finish this and then you can go, but now, how about showing me how you f**k other guys?

My jaw clenched hard, it's a wonder I didn't break a molar

What? What kind of girl did he think I was? I was still a virgin! I wasn't a hypocrite, I knew very well how things were done, but I thought it would be easier, I didn't even need to be romantic. It was my first time, I wanted it to be different, not just any f**k. I wasn't just anyone, and I had saved myself for a special moment. Okay, I was afraid to tell the truth, after all, what could a virgin offer a guy like him? My thoughts scattered, I felt the warmth of his c**k as he pulled my panties aside and penetrated me.

- Ahh! - another scream.

The impression I got, apart from the feeling of being invaded, was that they'd taken a red-hot branch and shoved it into me. Or a sharp dagger. The pain was excruciating, and I had to practice puppy breathing, because it hurt like hell. I let out a muffled moan of pain and held onto his arms so tightly that I saw my knuckles turn white. I don't think he even noticed; because of the drinks or not, he didn't even stop, continuing his thrusts one after the other, while underneath him, my tense body was writhing in pain.

Then something happened that surprised me: he leaned in even closer, dragging his nose across my cheek, and my breathing hitched. It wasn't a romantic act, it was an act of control. Soon his hand was on my mouth, hushing my disgruntled whimper. Of course, he didn't ask or care if I was enjoying it, he simply pulled out of me and my body screamed with relief, but it was only to turn me onto my back. His spit-smeared fingers poked at my sore and irritated entrance. Soon, he continued to penetrate me while pulling hard on my hair. I felt the first tear from the pain trickle involuntarily from my right eye. I never thought I would think this about Luck, but what I wanted most was for it to end soon.

- Ahh... girl, you're so hot... I'm going to come!

He let out a brutal moan and finally pulled out of me. For a moment, I feel stupid, dirty. But I can't wait to get away to my friends.

I watch as he sits on the bed and removes the used condom. I stand up with my body dead, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

-What do you think you're doing? - His voice is as hard as his body. - I didn't finish you off.

Then I laugh a little bitter noise that doesn't belong to me. This is ridiculous. I'm intelligent, rich, well-educated. I can leave this room whenever I want.

He leans into my space, so close that I can smell the spicy notes of his cologne and with my muscles trembling, I brace myself for the onslaught of insults and anger I see in his eyes.

But he only repeats

- I'm not f*****g finished yet. - Then he kissed me on the lips. I realized that Luck was an insatiable guy, since that night we f****d twice more before falling asleep.

I woke up with a terrible headache and a brutal nausea. I tried to open my eyes, but my head was heavy and my lips were burning from the violent bite Luck had given me. My body was totally sore, especially down there. With difficulty, I opened my eyes and saw a latent darkness. I put my hands down on the side of the bed, thinking I'd find Luck.

- Luck? - I called out, without an answer.

I sat up slowly, my head was bursting and I was definitely going to throw up. I ran towards the door on the right, hoping it was a toilet. I knelt on the cold floor in front of the toilet and vomited for long minutes before I managed to get up. I washed my face, applied the Listerine that was available and went back to my room. Luck wasn't there, there was no sign of his clothes.

Thank goodness

I picked up my bag and looked at my cell phone. There were more than thirty calls and messages from Vivian and Alice. Of course, it was already three o'clock in the morning. I took a deep breath and quickly replied: I'm fine. Before they could answer me, my cell phone went off. In fact, I was glad I didn't have to give a lot of explanations. I put on my clothes and looked around the room again, looking for a note, a card, or anything he had left to explain why he had left like that.

It was the worst s*x of my life, it was the only one, and if every time was like that I would definitely have to be celibate.

I went downstairs clutching my shoes in my hand, my face looked awful. My hair was awful. I walked down the corridor first, where I stopped to admire some pictures on the wall, some of Luck, small with a baby on his lap; others playing and others with his father. I continued down the corridor until I found the staircase and went down. The hall, once full of life and people, was now empty, with nothing left but the remains of confetti and streamers, and dirt on the floor. I looked to my right and saw Luck's friend smoking weed sitting at the bar counter.

- Have you seen my friends? They must have asked for me.

- The hysterical redhead and the violent blonde. Oh, of course. - He smiled. - Don't worry, I didn't say anything about Luck, he usually doesn't like to talk about the girls he bangs.

Swallowing the huge lump of c**k in my throat, I ran my hand down my red face.

He smiled sweetly and answered me. - He left about an hour ago.

- Honestly, I just want to leave. - Warning

He shrugged and continued smoking, as if I wasn't his problem.

And I wasn't.

- Do you need an Uber? I don't think there are any

drivers here. And you may be very hot, but I can't take you home. I lost my license a few years ago.

I hug myself, in an unsuccessful attempt to cover myself up. I wasn't comfortable and I wasn't alone in this place. I just wanted to leave.

- I can order you an Uber. - He suggests, probably sensing my discomfort.

- Oh yes, of course, I'd appreciate it. My cell phone is dead.

- Okay. Just a minute. Just a minute. - He went inside and came back a few minutes later.

- Look, there's an uber coming, I can wait with you downstairs.

I didn't say anything, but he followed me anyway. Keeping a safe and comfortable distance, he knew I was afraid.

We stood in silence at the entrance to the chalet, and then the uber arrived.

- Hey!" Antony shouted before I left in the direction of the uber. - "Don't take this the wrong way, but are you all right? Your lip is cut... you look like s**t. I saw you go up with Luck.

Shame I'd never felt coursed through my body, and I knew I shouldn't feel like this, Luck had treated me badly, incited me to do things I didn't want to do. With aggression and disrespect. So why was my mind boycotting me, making me feel like crap and ashamed?

- I'm fine. - I lie.