Obey Me

Weak

Celina

"I'm curious as to why you think you are not beautiful," Marcelo whispered in my ear. I didn't say anything but it was getting hard not to peek. "If you peek, I will have to punish you." I swallowed. Somehow, that threat made my heart race.

"Ah, are you interested?" I could feel him close to me. I felt his hands go to my face. He put something over my eyes.

"A blindfold?"

"Let's play a game, shall we?"

"Um,"

"Scared?"

"No,"

"Get on your knees," I hesitated for two seconds then I got down on my knees. I felt his hands run through my hair. He put my hair up in a ponytail and then yanked my hair back. His lips were hovering over mine. His breath on my face made me nervous.

"Are you a virgin?" his question stunned me.

"No,"

"Interesting,"

"How many?"

"What?"

"Celina, don't act stupid, please,"

"1,"

"Really?" he sounded amused.

"Yes,"

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Mr. Marcelo,"

"I take that as a no,"

"I think I did,"

"You would know if you did," I felt his fingertips brushing against my neck. He went lower and cupped my breast. I held in a breath.

"Would you let me?"

"Let you?"

"Oh come on," he whispered. "I would pay anything."

"Is that all it is to you," I said. "A trade, a transaction. Can't you get it any other way?" Marcelo began to laugh loudly. I wanted to rip the blindfold off but I also felt embarrassed by my words.

"You are brave yet not at all," he said. "Pitty. You can leave now." I heard him walk away. I yanked off the blindfold and gathered up my clothes. I sat there and cried for a few minutes.

"Why am I so weak?"

-The Next Day-

I had the day off but I still had to clean Vito's home. I would sneak around corners making sure he wasn't around. He was being sneaky too. I didn't know where he was. He wasn't making any noise. After a few hours of cleaning, I heard laughter coming from the gym. It sounded like a woman. I grew angry and annoyed.

"Celina," Vito called. "Come in." I didn't want to but I knew I would look childish if I just ran away. As I made my way in, that's when I saw her. She was lean and muscular. She had an amazing smile.

"This is Theresa," Vito introduced the stunning woman to me.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," she said to me.

"Hi," I managed to say.

"So, whenever you are ready?" Vito said as he turned around and walked towards the treadmill.

"Okay, so Vito said you wanted to learn some self-defense," I turned around to look at Vito but he paid me no attention. Jackass.

"You want to get dressed?" Theresa asked me.

"Um, sure," I ran back to my room.

"How could he?"

"Why would he?"

"Ugh, I hate him," I slammed all my clothes on the bed. I didn't know what to wear. She was wearing hot pink leggings with a sports bra. I could never look like her. I didn't even have workout clothes. I heard a knock at the door.

"Here," Theresa handed me a bundle of clothes. I grabbed them and said thanks. It was a set of blush pink leggings and a long-sleeved crop top. I put my hair in a high ponytail and went back to the gym.

"Okay, ready?" Theresa asked. "Hit me." Theresa held out her palm and asked me to hit her. "It's okay." I was still worried but I made a fist and hit her.

"Soft but I can work with it," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Use that. HIT ME AGAIN!" I hit her again and then again. "Okay, you have to come up onto the ball of your rear foot and push off it. Twist your whole body to the left to generate power through your foot, hip, and shoulder as you would with a jab. Hit hard as you can." Her tips were starting to help. I felt the power in my jab.

"There you go," Theresa said. "Ready to box?"

"Huh?" Theresa and I went one on one and it was safe to say, I lost. I was soar and must have had bruises somewhere in my body. She didn't take it easy on me but I was kind of glad she didn't. I don't know why Vito did this but it was nice.

I headed to my room to take a shower.

"You got your ass kicked," Vito said, startling me.

"What are you doing?" I asked annoyed.

"I came to check on you,"

"You could have waited until I got out of the shower," I told him.

"I didn't want to,"

"Vito,"

"Let me," Vito grabbed the loofa and poured soap on it. "You're going to get better and then you can rough her up a bit."

"Why do you care?"

"You shouldn't be so weak," Vito said. I wanted to slap him but he was right.

"Maybe I will get so strong, I can rough you up," he laughed at that comment.

"Why are you being so shy? Why won't you let me see you?"

"I don't want to do this with you,"

"Do what?" he grinned.

"Play this game,"

"But it's fun,"

"For you but no for me,"

"You sure about that," Vito pressed his thumb on the bruise on my arm.

"OW!" Vito's eyes were burning with lust. That scared me. He made me weaker. That scared me more. I pulled him down and kissed him hard. He returned my kiss with a fiery passion.

"What is it with you and pain?"

"You can either take it and try to enjoy it or let it consume you and fall apart because of it,"

"See, that makes you strong," Vito said. "You take it. No matter how much it hurts."

"I shouldn't have to,"

"I know," Vito pushed me against the cold shower wall and continued our deep lustful kiss.