Sacrifice

Chapter Six

“ D on’t you dare touch Espresso!” My words are muffled against Vincent’s hand as Mossimo leaves. Not that anyone who might hear me would bother to help. It seems like everyone around here is loyal to Vincent. He still has his hand over my mouth. Yanking and hitting him on the legs is doing nothing but wearing me down.

“If you don’t calm your ass down, I will give you a sedative.” He releases me, only to take my hand and practically drag me toward the stairs. His grip is tight, but before we reach the stairs, I yank hard enough for it to loosen.

“Goddamn it, mi reina ! Stop fucking making everything so damn difficult.” His words are low and they scare me. I’m pushing him, which isn’t smart. If he sedates me, he can do anything he wants to me.

“Make it easy?” I laugh and realize I have a death wish it seems. “You aren’t going to do anything to me.” I can’t seem to stop antagonizing my captor, no matter how bad of an idea I know it is.

Standing my ground, I lift my chin in a bratty fashion. Yup, I’m definitely playing with fire.

Vincent picks me up, tosses me up on his shoulder, and takes me up the stairs. “Aribella, now would be a good time for you to behave and to not test my patience any further.”

I’m too wired to listen, though, and I hit his back with everything I've got left. “If you’d just give me Espresso!”

The door he opens squeaks and as we cross the threshold, it slams back shut. He throws me off of him and I go flying through the air. I yelp with surprise as I bounce on the bed and roll to the far side of the room.

Unfortunately, I don’t make it far enough off the bed. Vincent grabs my ankle and pulls me back to him. Lashing out with my free leg, I kick and flail. Even though I get him in the middle of his chest, it doesn’t phase him.

Not wanting to give in, I try to kick him again, but he swats my foot away and grabs my leg by the calf.

“I see you are choosing the hard way,” he growls at me, and squeezes both his hands around my legs until I scream in pain.

“Mmm. Keep screaming, mi reina .” His hand on my calf tugs me toward him as the other one tightens around my ankle.

Terrified and in pain, I whimper as he squeezes both once again. “Stop!” I beg as my eyes meet his. His eyes are unfocused, his nostrils flared, and he’s snarling at me. Oh, God is... is this The Beast ?

Fear bombards me and I make myself go still. Even though the pain is escalating by the second, I don’t move. My breath gets locked inside my throat as he shakes his head.

“I told you to behave.” He yanks me, again and my pelvis meets his. Vincent grits his teeth and lets my legs go.

I’m about to relax a little, but he unbuckles his belt and pulls it from the loops of his pants. The throbbing in my ankle matches the one in my head. Is... Is he going to spank me? Or worse? My panic rises and I try to move away.

“Fucking move again and you won’t like what happens.” He yanks the belt around until it’s folded in half.

“Don’t. Please, don’t,” I cry as the first hit lands across my bare thighs. Gasping and wheezing, I’m scared he won’t stop hitting me.

He brings the belt down time after time with no breaks. Hot, incessant tears flow down my face as he flips me onto my stomach. As he reaches for my panties, I tense.

“No. Vincent, I’m...” My fear encompasses me so fast that I can’t get the words out. This doesn’t deter him, though. He roughly rips my panties off and I bawl when he spreads my legs apart.

“Please.” A hiccup keeps me from saying anything else. I’m too scared he’s going to bring the belt down on my private parts or take my virginity.

A weird grunting noise comes from Vincent as he pulls my hair and forces me to look back at him.

“Do you want to continue to disobey me?” He slaps the belt down on my ass and I whimper. “The price will be this little cunt getting stuffed.” He throws the belt onto the bed and I blink as we stare at each other.

The sound of his zipper coming down causes me to lose it. “Please, Vincent, I’m a virgin,” I plead, and I can hear the desperation in my voice as terror freezes me. The hope I’d had that he wouldn’t take me against my will fades, and the reality of the situation hits me.

I always imagined my first time to be gentle and romantic with someone I loved.

“Bring your hand behind your back, Aribella.”

“I...”

“Now!” He bellows and I jump to follow his order. With the way he’s holding my hair and has my head angled to the side, it takes me a moment to twist my arm around.

“Goddamn mi reina , you have me so fucking worked up. It’s only going to take a second to come all over you.” He grunts as he strokes himself.

Vincent releases my hair and grabs my left hand, forcing me to touch his hardness. I’ve seen an animal penis on the farm, but never a human one. Nor have I ever touched one. It looks angry with its red head and veins sticking out. But as I touch it, it’s hot, almost burning up, with soft skin. My hand shakes as he snarls at me like the beast he is. “Stroke it or I’ll shove it in your tight little asshole. I told you, you’d beg me to fuck you before I slide deep into that virgin pussy.” I should be relieved, right? But I’m not.

His words don’t make me feel better about what is going on. I mean he threatened to put it in my butt. I didn’t know people did that. All his words do is make my blood pressure rise.

Vincent wraps his hand around mine and moves us back and forth along his shaft.

“Eyes on me. You better not let those pretty eyes close.”

Using my free hand, I push myself off the bed to alleviate the pain in my back. This position helps me to look at him. Even if I don’t want to. I tremble, wondering why I’m not disgusted by this like I should be. There’s a small part of me that wants to dig my fingernails into him, but I squirm.

Am I turned on? Anger builds in me at the idea that I could like this. Acting out would be stupid. He’s told me what he will do to me if I don’t cooperate. Shame at the wetness between my thighs almost has me closing my eyes.

Sticky jets of white goo hit my bottom, causing me to come out of my thoughts. Vincent rubs the stuff into me as it continues to come out of him. He’s more animal than man as he yanks my head upward and bends down.

“This ass is mine, mi reina . Don’t ever forget that.” He kisses me, leaving me breathless.

He pulls me off the bed and I’m too stunned to fight him. Eventually, the beast in Vincent will take me all the way. Although he may get me wet, I’m not ready to accept giving in to him. But I also know I‘m not sure I could handle him taking me forcefully. There’s only one solution for now. Be good.

“You’ll wear my cum on you while you get pampered. The hairdresser should be here any second.” His clean hand caresses my face, and he tilts my chin upward so I have to look at him. My thoughts turn to my brother. How could he trade his life for mine to this monster?

“Come, you and I are the only ones allowed in your room.”

I don’t know what to say, so I get up to follow him.

“I expect you to be nice to your beauty team, Aribella.” Vincent takes my hand and as we walk, I feel the stuff he rubbed into me hardening on my butt. My thighs sting, but I say nothing. Nope, I’m not going to engage with him. Besides, I have to figure out how to get Espresso and leave here.

Taking in the paintings that line the walls, it hits me that I’m homeless. Do I have anyone to go to? Maybe my friend Janice will help me. That’s doubtful, considering how far Vincent’s reach is.

The women have been with me for hours and I’m exhausted now. They’ve cut my hair to my shoulders and lowlights are everywhere. I liked my hair the way it was.

Johanna, the manicurist, said everything will grow on me. My nails have French tips and my toenails match. I don’t mind; it looks pretty. But the makeup is another story. I look like a hooker trying to be a lady.

I can’t stand red lipstick and of course that’s what the woman used. There’s no reason for all of this. Unless Vincent is going to make me a lady of the night.

Looking into the mirror, I can’t find myself at all. All I can find is what Vincent wants. Taking a deep breath, I count to thirty before I feel my blood pressure calming down. The anxiety, however, is trying to overtake me.

“You need to try on the dresses,” the stylist calls to me without looking up from her phone.

Huffing, I move over to the rollaway closet and when I see the dresses; I know this has to be a mistake. This cannot be happening right now. Most women would feel fortunate and grateful to be pampered, but not like this. Yes, the dresses are fancy, but most are too revealing and very short.

The woman has coordinated panties and bras for each dress. Well, I’ve never worn a thong and by the looks of it, that’s what these scraps of fabric are. Moving around the closet to look at my stylist, I gulp.

“Where are the pants and blouses?” I ask quietly, trying to keep the disdain from leaking through my tone.

“Mr. Domingo told me to bring dresses only.” The woman is snooty.

“I understand,” I say. “But I can’t wear any of this casually.”

She finally looks up from her cell phone and laughs at me. My anger gets the better of me. “Well, I’m your client, right?”

Her perfectly arched eyebrow rises, and she looks at me sternly. “You are, but Mr. Domingo is the one paying the bill. You’ll get what he wants you to have.”

She looks at me with an evil grin before she speaks again. “Besides, a low-life peasant like yourself should count herself lucky that you get to be one of his whores.”

“Alright.” Tears threaten to overflow, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction. I knew she thought I was a woman of the night. Biting my lip, I nod. What good would it do to tell her I’m not a whore? None. She’s already made up her mind about me.

Going back around to the dresses, I pick a blue one, the most conservative of the bunch, and move behind the partition. The dress fits perfectly and I’ll admit, it’s beautiful. The only problem is, it isn’t me.

“Where is she?” I hear Vincent bark, and I sink into myself.

“She’s behind the partition, and I must say, she’s wretched and ungrateful for everything you’ve done.”

Looks like I’m going to be in trouble. What a horrible woman!

“Aribella, come out here.” The frustration in his voice makes me hesitate. I just had a punishment. Could I survive another one?

“It’s not like I don’t like the dress. But—” my words falter as I look at Vincent and see the lust burning in his eyes.

He snarls at me as he comes closer. I thought I had seen him when he was mad. But that was dim compared to everything I see across his face now. Shoot, he’s livid.

“This is not what was discussed.” He walks all the way around me and faces the woman. “Get the fuck out.” He points to the door and I watch her mouth open in shock before she flees the room.

“They’ve done more than Ms.Terrington asked.” He touches my cheek. “I asked for you to be pampered. Not to be changed. Fuck.” Vincent bends down and kisses my lips.

“You look beautiful, but this is not what I wanted for you.” His words make me feel better and for the first time, I’m relaxed around him. Maybe... Maybe he doesn’t want to change me.