Catherine
I keep my eyes shut tightly and try to breathe as silently as possible. My ears strain to pick up any little noise around me. I hear Mr. Peccati exit the bathroom and turn off the light in there. His steps are light on the soft carpet and for a second I lose track of where he is. But soon the bedspread is lifted and the mattress dips as he climbs into the bed.
“Come closer.” His low voice commands me when he has pulled the cover over himself.
“I’m fine right where I am.” I say in a shaky voice. My whole body is shaking. I can’t control it or make it stop no matter how much I try to relax. I’m too frightened, too anxious about all of this. I know what he wants, I can imagine what goes through his mind, but at the sa
Eugene DaviesThe bass is coursing through me as I step through the doors of the bar. The smell of smoke and beer hangs heavily in the air. By the bar sits the regular drunks that always find their way here. They come for the cheap beer and liquor and the young tight asses that dance on the small dancefloor. Okay, so all of them might not be that young but with their heavy, cheap makeup it is impossible to see their right age. All of them look the same no matter if they are eighteen or forty five.Someone waves from a table in the back, next to the cramped dance floor. I wave back before gesturing toward the bar. The bartender is an old sleepy man with a pot belly and long gray hair tied in a ponytail. He has an obvious bald spot that he tries his best to hide with the thin gray hair.
CatherineThe light is shining through the large windows, disturbing my comfortable sleep. I moan and snuggle closer to the warmth that lies halfway beneath me. I rub my cheek against smooth skin covered with an even coat of dark hair. It feels rough but soft at the same time. A hand is lightly stroking up and down my spine before eventually taking a generous grip of my buttcheek. Another hand grips my thigh to raise it further up the lean body splayed beneath me. A body that now begins to move. Hips angle themselves to fit mine. The hand on my butt moves lower to rub my slick folds and I moan in my half sleep.Something hard lines up and pushes against my lower lips but it can’t enter me. It slips to rub along my folds and I moan again. It tries again to slip once more. I know what it wants and I want the same thing s
AlessioThere is a slight bounce to my step as me and Nino make our way towards the dungeon after breakfast. The thought of having Catherine again tonight, to have her sleep in my bed snuggled up against my body has contentment racing through my body. I never could have hoped for her to be this perfect, but she is. Her large breast, the slight dip in her waist, those generous hips and ass and lets not forget that tight cunt. So perfect, wet and warm. And responsive. I don’t have to put in a lot of effort to have her squeezing me like no tomorrow.I have fucked a lot of different women. I can have a new one every week if I like but usually refrain from that. I only choose a girl when I have to attend some gala or some shit like that. All of them are of course beautiful, according to society's standards, with slim build,
CatherineThe hospital wing is empty when I arrive after breakfast. Since Dr. Davies is off today I will be alone, except for the people renovating the premises and of course my eternal shadow, Pierto. The builders have yet to arrive so I make my way to the office with a deep sigh.To work at this private hospital, if I can call it that? It’s more of a general practice or maybe unit or something. But they all call this part of the mansion the hospital wing. Anyway, it is very slow from what I’m used to. The ER of a medium sized hospital is fast paced and hectic. A lot of things happen and there are always patients coming in with more or less serious injuries.Here I have to sit and roll my thumbs and wait for someone to arrive with fever or stomach
AlessioWhen my phone rings and the ID spells Pierto my heart jerks in my chest and my stomach plummets to the ground. There are a few reasons I can see him calling me about. One is that Catherine has disappeared, which is unlikely on his watch. Another is that she is misbehaving. But the one that has me nauseous is if she is sick or hurt in any way. I scold my face to be neutral and my voice void of any emotion.“Yes.”“Dr. Ross has been taking diazepam. That is what made her disoriented and slow yesterday. She took another pill just now. I have confiscated the pills from the pharmacy cabinet for now.” I remain silent even though I feel the anger simmering inside me. “It is to calm and reduce anxiety. She has not been prescribed the dr
CatherineI shift nervously from foot to foot outside of Dr. Davies’ room. He has a room in the mansion just like I do. Or like I did. According to Pierto I am to move into Mr. Peccati’s room instantaneously. Pierto is standing behind me with his arms crossed over his chest and a disapproving look on his face. He was not pleased when I asked him to take me to Dr. Davies. I glance back at him with irritation.“Do you mind?” I ask him and motion with my eyes for him to give me some privacy.“Mr. Peccati would insist on me being this close if he knew you went to another man’s room. I don’t think he will be pleased that you are here despite my presence.” I bite my lip and think if it would be better to wait with this until
CatherineMy whole body hurts as I wake up the next morning. The punishment I got for taking medicine and my intention to take an emergency birth control pill were… Intense, for a lack of a better word.It turns out Mr. Peccati, or Alessio, which I am to call him at all times, has a secret sexdungeon. Not in the dungeon though. It is located adjourning to his room but with an extra door that comes straight from the corridor. It is a dark room with maroon coloured walls, black tiled floor, dark wooden furniture with details in black leather, silk and metal studs and chains. The windows were draped with black curtain that blocked out all natural light so the only light were the dim ones on the walls or the spots focusing on different torture contraptions.And t
AlessioI was furious when I found out she intended to prevent me from getting her pregnant. I suspected that she would try something. Too bad for her, she sucks at lying. Then again, I am a genius when it comes to finding out secrets and interrogating people. Her naive and innocent persona can never hold up against me. I smile to myself as I throw a glance at my future wife sitting beside me at the breakfast table. She is picking around at the food on her plate without actually eating anything. A frown falls to my lips.“You have to eat or you will get sick.” Her hand freezes in mid-picking and her eyes look up at me in shock. I nod at her plate. “You can’t just push around the food. You have to put it in your mouth, chew and swallow.” Her eyes narrow with anger at my mocking and scornful tone.