Sinful Submission

16 ~ Satisfaction Beyond Measure

Ryder

“Once you enter this mansion, you can never leave.”

Those words rang continuously on my end as I received beatings from Alessia's able-bodied men to the extent that my dark skin was almost turning red. If I had light skin, my veins would have popped out.

“Please…” I begged, breathing profusely.

My pleas went on deaf ears as I was clothed with belts and sticks. Currents of pain coursed through me as I felt my life ebbed away.

My scream, a desperate wail, a sound torn from the depth of my soul. Tears streamed down my face like a relentless monsoon, blurring my vision.

The men were not the type of people who accepted, “No,” as an answer.

Isn't this too much for me to bear in a night?

When my breathing grew erratic and I thought my life was going to end, Alessia walked into the living room and ordered the men to stop the torture.

I took in the sight of Alessia as she sat on the plush armchair with her legs crossed over the center table. She had a gold chain on her neck which glowed with what is called ‘money’.

“You all did a perfect job,” Alessia commented.

Her voice was sharp and cold, like a blade of ice cutting through the air. Her words are menacing which adds quality to her words, just as if every syllable is laced with poison. Her tone, condescending and dismissive as if those around her are beneath her notice.

Who would have thought this was the same woman I had rounds of s*x pleasure with a few hours ago?

Truth be told, I thought Alessia was a virgin because she was hunting for an orgasm. How the hell did she grow so much without having an orgasm? I don’t know. Then how come she has a son?

And her tattoo?

Yes!

That was one of a kind. It was that of a snake with its forked tongue stuck out. I felt like the tattoo was teasing me and I decided to show it what I was capable of.

Not only that, I f****d Alessia mercilessly because she already had a son. I don't f**k women who already had children. Mrs. Benson is different though, she can never conceive. I'm just fulfilling my duty.

Alessia sipped a glass of red wine as she gazed into the crackling fireplace. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on her white skin, making her sharp features appear even more menacing.

“Ryder, do you still wish to go home?” Alessia asked as she ground her teeth together.

“No, Madam Alessia,” I answered as I fiddled with my fingers.

“Be ready in five minutes. I want you. Moreover, it's the weekend. Let's make the best of it.” She passed an order.

I scoffed. “I'm sorry. I had… I had just been… beaten up so badly. And I haven't eaten since I got here.”

“That's none of my business. Let me remind you that you… are a s*x slave here and not some prince. You will eat once a day.” She repeated.

“Please.” I sobbed.

“Watch me!” Alessia shouted.

“If I don't eat well, I can't f**k you.” I opened up. That was no lie. If I don't eat, I will be nothing less of a chicken.

Alessia raised an eyebrow, her gaze returned to the flames. She heaved a sigh before she said, “Twice a day.”

When I was about to object, Bryce, who was among the men who punished me, whispered, “Why are you bargaining with him, Mistress?”

Alessia's expression turned calculating while her eyes narrowed into slits. “Ah, how… interesting. Let him eat as much as he wants. The more he eats, the more he satisfies me. Isn't that fair enough?”

Bryce nodded in response while I smiled happily.

“Eat all you want because you are going to be here for a long time.” Alessia snapped irritably.

“It's about to go down. We need to escape from here. Alessia can't hold you down. You were a king in your world. You dominated females and f****d them as much as you want.” The devil in me grinned while a couple of ideas popped up in my head.

“Madam, what's next in our plan?” Bryce asked.

Alessia snorted, her lips also curled into a sneer. “I have that in mind. We will execute it tonight.” She intentionally coiled her words into a lethal weapon.

I wondered what the plan was and what they would do.

Mafias!

Probably they had someone to kill, a cocaine deal, or planning something bigger.

“Get my s*x slave some food. Let him have his bath and he should join me shortly in my bedroom.” Alessia ordered.

Two men in black dragged me to my feet and pulled me up the stairs. While we climbed the stairs, Alessia screamed suddenly and we were all forced to look back. “Get the cars now!” Alessia thundered which almost made the whole mansion crumble.

The men who held me left me and hurried downstairs. Happiness engulfed me and an evil smirk appeared on my face.

“The time is now, Ryder. Run!”

During the commotion, I quietly tiptoed downstairs and made my way out of the living room.

The gentle, cold, and relatable evening breeze brushed past my body immediately after I exited the mansion.

It was time to meet my baby, Bianca. She practically knows all the s*x styles in the world and can f**k for long hours. One day without a pretty big rod in her p***y, she would be dead. She never gets satisfied until I f**k the hell out of her life which turned out worst yesterday.

I locked my eyes on the gate only to see four men at the gate and they were fully armed. Then, I heard a movement behind me.

“How dare you try to escape?” Alessia's words spooked me from behind almost immediately.

I turned around with a hand on my chest, my heart almost jumped out of my body. I gulped before I stammered, “I… I…”

Alessia grabbed a hold of my chin forcing me to face her. My mouth parted when she leaned upwards to make her face close to mine, her teeth barred like a wild animal. My heart rate increased rapidly and adrenaline ached through my body like a huge wave.

“You make me angry. So f*****g angry.” She growled.

Breathing profusely, I begged. “Please.”

“Wherever I go, you go. I may need you anytime and anywhere. Then, let it stick into your head that you will never be able to leave this mansion until I have had enough of you.”

I gasped as I thought that a lady wouldn't have enough of me. Alessia hit me on the head and my eyes closed shut.

“You are doomed, Ryder.” My subconscious cried shortly after my head hit the ground hard enough to make it split in half.