Lead Us Not Into Temptation

Chapter 10: The movie

ADONIS POV

I didn't even hear her come in neither did I feel anyone follow behind me. It was as if she was a ghost. "When did you come in?" I ignored her and ask and just then I felt the kitchen air thicken and I panicked but didn't let it show. "Look, this has to stop..." but I haven't finished yet when I was flipped over and a heavy slap landed on my face cheek reddening it. That same force sent me kneeling in front of her with a "thud" before I recover from the dizziness she was already holding my jaw harshly.

"I have told you we are never having this conversation again. Not tomorrow, not ever. Your instruction here is simple, follow orders and things will be nice and smooth, understood?" she stated and I was still trying to find my voice when another slap landed on that same cheek. My face burned and my eyes blurred a little. "Understood?" she asked again and when I was still trying to choke out an answer the third slap landed and I nearly sobbed. "Understood?" she asked again and I immediately nodded, a tear dripping down my cheek.

I felt so abused and stupid and pathetic, and helpless and the most traumatizing part of it all was there is no escaping it. As my face burn while kneeling under her I felt more small than when I was seven years old. "Good boy" She said. "Now as your punishment for disobeying me, pull out your d**k and stroke it till you come. Right here and now while kneeling" She ordered, and when I felt she was going to slap me again I immediately pull my hardening d**k out and began to stroke it and it soon hardened.

Another thing betraying me was my body. How can it be reacting like this despite all the abuse and assault? I felt betrayed by my own body. I didn't bother to wonder how she was that strong because I know how stronge I am, I can easily carry a grown man and throw them away with little effort but she handled me like a helpless pet. I already knew she was in the Mafia and her rank is not small.

As I stroke myself, all the slaps she gave me soon turned into sweet sensation after they stopped stinging. It spread all over my body making me feel good. I subconscious close my eyes and jerked myself faster. "What is taking you guys so long in there?" My dad's voice came from the dinning and my face show horror. What if he suddenly comes in here and sees me like this? Like a dog stroking himself to climax in front of his precious wife? Everything will be gone, the enterprises, everything as I will be a humiliation to him, a pathetic son who belongs in the streets and nowhere else.

My face burned redder from those thoughts while I jerked myself faster to finish before he come in here. On the other hand her face was expressionless "We will be there in a bit" she said, her eyes never leaving me. I gulped and look away. Few minutes later I was cumming on the floor, my eyes closed while my body jerked slightly. After watching me "Clean it up" she said and left leaving me panting. 'What am I really becoming?' I asked inwardly. Humiliation filling my body as a bent lower and use my joggers to clean all the cums I just shot on the floor.

I immediately got up and take what I came for in the fridge and rushed out. My speed didn't decrease when I reached the dinning, if anything it got faster. My dad tried calling me but I ignored him and headed directly into my room. I closed the door and locked it before I stopped, panting. My back slowly slide down the floor, my thoughts drifting on how I can possibly escape this misery.

***

The next day. I just came back from school. As I stepped out of my BMW, a pinged came in and I opened it to see a message from an unknown number.

"There is a dress on your bed. Wear it in two hours time. You will be watching a movie with me in the living room" It read.

"Who is this?" I messaged back.

"I think you already know who. Do what I ask or you will be sorry" Another message came.

I groaned in annoyance and frustration before heading towards my room. On my bed lay a short female gown that can barely cover my thigh. Next to it lay a straight wig and a make up skit. A note lay next to them

"You are to wear the dress with no underwear inside. Do not omit any"

Blood rushed towards my cheek as I didn't know what to feel "How... How... could she make me... she is insane!" I almost screamed in frustration, but soon the frustration turned into fear when I realized I have no other option on this. I stared at it for a while before heading inside my bathroom and took a hot shower.

I first browsed how to use the make up and wig and I have never done such thing before. Two hours later, I was standing in front of my room mirror staring at the reflexion that was staring back at me. She was very pretty, but the 'she' had a thirteen inches hard d**k pointing out, impossible to conceal. As I contemplated taking all of it off and get ready for the hell she will unleash on me, my phone suddenly pinged, but I didn't fail to notice how my mindset is beginning to take her abuses as a normal thing.

I opened the message and it was her telling me to come down to the living room that she was already there. I sighed and decided to get over with it as I have started already. Shame burned through me as I headed downstairs. In the middle of the gigantic living room sat Olivia, her beautiful long hair cascaded down the couch headrest and her skin glowed under the light. When she saw me she spoke "Come. Sit next to my foot on the floor"