His eyes on my body

I flinched when the foreign hand brushed over the bare skin of my tummy. Flinched as the pair of alien lips left traces of their softness all over my back. My insides quaked at every touch like a tree facing a harsh storm. Why had I thought it'd be easy to crawl my way out of those cells?

Why was Ilay subjecting me to such humiliation?

It'd have been better if it were him doing this to me rather than a complete stranger.

I had had to swallow my pride and let a man I neither knew nor liked grope my naked body while the bastard watched. He wanted to push me to the edge and watch me fall. But I wasn't about to let that happen.

He had gone as far as to bring me to this red-light district without a care of who would be watching. This area was famous for being led by a notorious mafia group which was feared and respected by everyone, the authorities included. Not just anyone could drive down here unless they were connected with that group, or were wealthy.

Knowing Ilay's background, I concluded it was the latter. Money seemed to give him access to any part of the country and world.

I had looked him up on the internet when Aya first introduced him to us. There weren't many articles about him other than being featured in famous magazines for his family's wealth and his good looks. When he got married to Aya, the news never made it to the media. Why? Aya just brushed it off saying they both agreed to keep it simple and lay low.

She portrayed this damsel who was madly in love with Ilay over the years, so what pushed her to betray him? And where was he hiding her?

A gasp escaped me when the two manly hands cupped my tits from behind. His fingers entrapped my nipples, sending waves of tremors down my body. The first time a man was touching my sensitive nipples, why did it have to be a stranger?

I had always thought I'd experience this with some boy I liked or crushed on.

Well, life doesn't move as we wish.

"Harder!" Ilay instructed from the red couch he was lazing on, one knee thrown over the other and his arms spread out on the back of the seat. With his hair in a half ponytail and a single cross earring dangling from his right ear, he looked more like a gangster than any gangster I had seen in the movies. A ruggedly dashing gangster who would have had me swooning had I met him in another parallel world with a different identity.

The stranger hauled me backward, slamming my body against him before he pressed my mounds with a savage roughness, pinching my nipples as hard as he wished till tears flooded my eyes, and rubbed his stiff cock on my ass without consideration.

I whipped my head to the side and squeezed shut my eyes while biting my lower lip to conceal my moans of pain. But the pain wasn't all I was feeling, no. The underlying pleasure brought about by these rough hands feeling me up was torture to me.

There was no room for screaming and kicking. I had already accepted my fate and was willing to play with it until the day I'd find my freedom. Ilay wanted to sell me off. He had said I needed experience so that I'd please the men I'd meet. He had also said that if I obeyed his instructions, he'd tell me about Aya.

If my body was the only thing I could offer for my freedom someday, I'd gladly do it. I wanted to live, and then leave.

I never said I was a saint or an ethical person. In the one month I had been locked up like an animal, I had learned that you don't have to wait for opportunities, sometimes, you have to create those chances for yourself. It is what I did when I started blowing Mike. It's what I did when I agreed to Ilay's horrible demand. Not just for Aya, but for myself.

If he did sell me off, I would do everything in my power to find a chance to run away. One that would have been impossible while locked up in those cells.

Call me desperate or a slut, but I had to survive.

"Two fingers in!" Ilay instructed again.

I didn't bother opening my eyes to save myself the image of seeing his horny self. He was already hard right from the start. He was enjoying watching me being touched, such a pervert.

But, why was my chest warm whenever our gazes met? Why did I like him watching me? Had his perversion rubbed off on me?

It had to be that, or, I was one from the beginning and I just didn't know it.

If so, then I was no better than him. The only difference is that I hadn't killed anyone yet.

"Spread your legs, Kelly," the man whispered in my neck as his hands abandoned my chest to invade my thighs.

Hearing him call me that sounded flatly boring. There was no intensity as when Ilay said it even though he never once pronounced it correctly.

The hands did the work for me, making sure that my legs were positioned properly from the edge of the soft bed to display my womanhood to the man who must have been staring.

A bubble of warmth spread in my chest and down to my pussy as my thighs were split wider. Admitting it would have made me want to crawl and hide in a dark hole, but if I was truthful enough, I was already wet. Too wet.

It became apparent when the first finger slid into my throbbing pussy without any hindrance. As the second pushed its way in, I felt a little uncomfortable, but it was soon swallowed up in there.

He groaned against my neck while kissing it, letting me know how hard he was struggling to keep it together. Poor thing. Being used by Ilay more than I was. But he sure was enjoying the process and would get paid heftily for this experiment while I...all I would get was a deflowering experience with no intimate feelings whatsoever.

How boring!

The fingers began moving in and out at a slow pace to loosen me up a little and my body reacted by having my thighs quake.

So embarrassing.

Especially with the moans I was bottling which came out as stifled sounds.

Seconds now felt like hours as the fingers moved around in there. And when his thumb made contact with my clit, my head turned even further to the side until his hair was all over my face. Anything to hide my expressions from Ilay.

And gawd! This man knew what he was doing with that hand and his mouth.

The neck kisses were intoxicating. The feeling of fingers other than mine inside my pussy was driving me crazy.

"Stop!"

My eyes flew open to this voice, a dirty look spreading in them. How could Ilay give such an order just when I was starting to enjoy this torture?

Our eyes met and he grinned superiorly.

"Leave the room!" Another order. All while chaining my eyes.