Her Captor’s Redemption

Chapter 5: Mine Alone

“Pardon me, I'm lost,” Aurora answered.

Genuinely, she didn't know what he was talking about.

“Then find yourself,” Rodrigo replied sarcastically.

Hahaha, so funny, I thought to myself.

“What are you nagging about?” I asked

“You were meant to work and pay me my money, but no, you went fishing for men to hook up with. I didn't send you there as bait, you know?” He yelled.

Alright, this guy is good with words and has a sense of dark humour. I like it. I thought to myself.

“Excuse you? I did exactly what you told me. You wanted me to dance and I did.” I was beginning to boil myself.

He started walking towards me, and I was taking steps backwards.

“Do you realise that's a rival group? I don't like the way he looked at you, touched you. I hated the fact that you danced for him.”

“What else do you want me to do?” I blurted out.

“I want you to be mine, mine and mine alone!” He yelled.

His voice rang in my head. At that time, he was so close to me. I felt his breath on my face and his fragrance, which smelled divine.

“Come here” He pulled me over and hugged me so tight my heart melted.

“You danced like you have been dancing all your life.”

Then he nipped my neck and I gave a light moan. He stuck out his tongue in my ear and licked it like a b***h licking her puppy.

“Arhhh” I gave up with a heavy moan.

Rodrigo unbuttoned my shirt and unhooked my bra. After first base, he proceeded to second base and started sucking my breast. He was good at everything. He unzipped my jeans and I returned the favor by taking his shirt off.

I finally laid my hand on his broad chest. I hugged him with my palms on his back and his hands on my waist. We French-kissed, our tongues playing with each other. Ouch! He just gave me a love bite. I went on kissing him.

Then I went on my knees and unzipped his trousers. Dragged his boxers down and cupped my mouth on his c**k.

“Wow!” He exclaimed as I deep-throated him. He never expected I would be good at this. He packed my hair in a ponytail as I sucked him like a lollipop. “Baby girl,” he kept on muttering. I know he has met other chicks, but tonight I'm gonna be his best.

I sucked him hard until he ejaculated in my mouth, and he was surprised to see me swallow and like my lips as if it was ice cream.

He lifted me like I was paper and dropped me on the bed. He arched my legs in missionary and ran his tongue from my face down to my navel. At this time my p***y was happy with its wetness.

Then I felt his warm tongue in me. “Eat me, I'm yours.” I didn't know when that flew from my lips. He ate me like pasta. My p***y gushed out fluid. Nobody had ever eaten me this good.

Rodrigo was just getting started with me. He hung my legs on his shoulders and drove his c**k into me. “Oh my!” I screamed in joy. I was tight. He started with a gentle thrust and steadily, he was riding me. I gave him a sweet sound.

“Babe” He called me.

“Yes?” I responded.

“You make me happy.” He whispered in my ear.

He brought out his d**k and tossed me like pancakes. He arched me in doggy style and gave me steady wicked backstrokes. He took me to the moon and brought me back. Tears of joy strolled down my cheeks as his d**k hit my inner walls.

The sound of the backstrokes could wake anyone sleeping.

“Ahhhhh,” he screamed. “s**t! I'm cumming baby.” I responded in pleasure as we were both reaching climax together. We both cummed together. Our clothes, undies and duvet were on the ground and the bedsheet was damp with body fluid. The room was in a mess.

We were both panting and gasping for air. I turned to face my captor. I hugged him. Our bodies were sweaty and sticky.

With no energy, I tried to find my voice, “Thank you” was all I could whisper.

The next morning, I woke up and realised that I was naked. I was ashamed of myself because I lost my virginity to a mafia Don. I looked around and he was nowhere to be found.

“Great”

The room was a king's chamber. I ran to the bathroom, had a shower, dressed and walked out of the room.

I opened the door thinking it was my room— I was wrong. It was a dimly lit library. Books were properly stacked on their shelves. I moved towards the table. Different paperwork and journals were scattered on the table. I picked one journal, in which was a photograph of a man who wasn't Georgio or Rodrigo, about 10 years old. Who is this guy I asked rhetorically?.

“What are you doing here?”

I was startled as the journal slipped from my hand to the ground.

I turned, staring at Rodrigo in the corridor.