37. Tony
Chapter 37
Tony
M y nose hurts like a mother fucker! But if this is the punishment I’m getting, I’m gonna take it. It could be worse … I could be fucking dead.
Although, the look on Nico’s face right now tells me that’s exactly what he wants to do with me.
Out of nowhere, his fist land across my face … again! Fuck!. I have to take it. My instinct is to fight but I need to take every single blow.
I lay on the cold, hard floor of the container as his black designer shoe repeatedly finds its way into my ribs. I am sure he’s broken one but that’s a problem for later.
“Untie her and lay her on the mattress,” he orders, and of course I follow his instructions, my reactions slower than normal. I flinch as I get up from the floor.
I make quick work of cutting the ties with my pocket knife I left on the floor earlier, and she walks over to the mattress without a fight … thankfully . I look at her, and she smirks at me. This girl is a crazy mother fucker and no a match for Nico, so she needs to be fucking careful!
“You seem to be overdressed, Tony. Take your clothes off,” he tells me as he unbuckles his belt and pulls it free from his slacks. I hang my head as I know what he wants me to do, and I have no problem with it as I have had sex with people watching before. But my boss is a psycho, and what he says he wants now and what he’ll want when I’ve fucked “his” woman are two totally different things.
I do as he asked and get naked, and he walks over and looks at me. “You like the look of what’s mine, huh, Tony?” he asks, his eyes on my already hard cock.
Shit!
I don’t say anything, avoidance is best, right … wrong .
I hear the swish before the slap hits me across my back, his belt cracking me hard. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I tell him, as whatever answer I give him will be wrong.
“Fuck her, like you never have before,” he tells me.
Frankie lays on the mattress, her legs open like a fucking invitation. She is enjoying this far too fucking much.
I lean forward and place my hand next to her head and run my hard length along her slit, finding her entrance, then thrusting in without warning.
Her moans fill the container, echoing back, then I hear the swish and know what’s coming as Nico relentlessly whips me with his belt. “Harder!” My back hurts like a mother fucker, and I can feel the blood trickling down from the onslaught.
I start to lose any energy I had, and the ache from my ribs and the stinging from my back is constant.
“Don’t stop. I didn’t tell you to fucking stop,” he tells me as he drops the belt and kicks me in the side. I fall to the container floor, the grit from the floor scrapes my open wounds, causing me to hiss.
He ignores me and steps over me like I am not here.
Reaching for Frankie, he grabs her hair and brings her up to her knees. “Your greedy little pussy is still hungry for more, isn’t it?” he asks her, but she doesn’t respond, she just pulls in her bottom lip with her teeth and nods her head.
“On all fours,” he says, tossing her down.
“You,” he tells me, “on your knees. Francesca here is going to make herself come on your cock.”
Turning my head, I spit blood out of my mouth and groan. It’s hard not to be turned on when I have a sexy woman’s ass backing up toward me, but the only part of my body that seems to be happy about this is my cock, who’s standing proud, waiting to sink deep in to her pussy.
Blood still drips from my nose and each move I make causes me to flinch in pain, my ribs fucking kill, and the trickling of blood down my back is starting to itch.
She guides herself back and reaches down, moving so I slide into the soaking wet heat.
We both groan in pleasure, and Nico growls, jabbing me in the face. “Watch as your cock disappears into what’s mine,” he tells me.
I look down and see blood drip between her ass crack, mixing with her juices as she pushes back and forth, taking what she wants.
My leg gives way, and I slip out, falling to the floor, and my eye is swollen from the repeated jabs he’s been giving me.
“Enough…” I tell him.
“I say when enough is enough.” He walks over to me, his leather shoe pressing onto my chest. “Come and ride him,” he says, looking over at Frankie.
“He looks like he’s had enough.” She stands and reaches up to touch his face, but he turns away.
“You two wanted to fuck … now fuck!” he shouts.
“It wasn’t fucking like that,” she yells back at him. “I didn’t know who you were, and I didn’t fuck Tony after we started fucking.” She places her hands on her hips and points between the two of them.
“You’re telling me this is a fucking coincidence?” He raises his brow.
“That’s exactly what I am telling you,” she sasses.
“Why tell me your name was Francesca?” he asks her.
“Why tell me yours was Nicolas?” she spits back.
“Because that’s my fucking name,” he says as he grabs her throat and pushes her against the container wall.
“Ditto, asshole,” she chokes out. She grabs his hand and puts it between her legs, and he laughs.
“You want me to pleasure you now? Now you realize he can’t satisfy you like I can.” He yanks his arm back and releases her neck.
“Fuck him,” he orders and walks back over to the chair.
She narrows her eyes as she screams, the high pitch going right through me.
Striding over to me she straddles me cowgirl style so she can face Nico. Her pussy teases my cock, waking him up which makes me groan.
Part of me wishes he’d just killed me, but maybe this form of punishment is worse than death. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have feelings for Frankie, but she sure is a great fuck, and you’d have to be blind to not notice a woman like her.
She eases herself down onto my cock, their eyes fixed on each other. “Is this what you want, you want to see another man please me?” she asks Nico as she starts to ride my cock so fucking slowly, it’s torture.