Chapter 21: Go with the flow

"This mansion is really big; how many days or months do I have to stay in this hell hole?" she asked quietly, taking a sip of her cola. It was cool and refreshing.

Denise walked over to the garbage can, threw away the trash, and went to the restroom. She washed her hands and took a quick look in the mirror. "Oh my goodness, I looked dead; I was so pale, and my silky long hair was a tangle," she thought to herself. She trembled slightly when she noticed a small bruise on her cheeks, which reminded her of how her best friend had hurt her in the bed.

She then moved over to the sofa and sat down quietly. "I think I need to start my plan now," she said to herself while fidgeting her fingers anxiously, trying to figure out how to start their conversation.

Denise was so nervous that she could feel her throat closing up and tears welling up in her eyes. But she refuses to let them fall. "I need to be strong. Denise, you can do it, you need to survive," she told herself trying to calm down.

She then approached him. "What is it?" he asked, his tone irritated.

"What—"

"T-thanks for the food," she said, her voice trembling slightly. She clenched her lower lip and looked at the ground.

Mike then looked at her, amused, as if he was having a good time. "If you are truly that grateful to me, come here," he smirked at her.

"W-why?" she uttered.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you; just sit on my lap and nothing else," he smiled at her.

"He did it on purpose to irritate me," she told herself. She then approached him and sat on his lap.

"That's it, sweetie; you are a good girl now," he laughed. Denise faked a smile while feeling his d*ck erect.

"Oh f*ck, you're turning me on, sweetie; too bad you need to heal first," he said to her, biting her ear down to her neck.

"How about just grinding on my lap? I will love it if you do," he said, caressing her legs up to her breast.

"Then let me handle this," she replied seductively. Denise then sat on his lap, feeling how hard his c*ck was. "Ahhh," he moaned as she moved her waist back and forth.

"Do you like it?" she asked quietly in her ear. "No, I love it," he exclaimed as she continued to move. Mike then kissed her passionately, while Denise was grinding so fast that she felt like something was about to explode inside her.

"Ahhh, f*ck... ahh," she mutters as Mike sucks her nipple. She then squirts liquid on her panty. "You cum, not bad. I didn't cum yet, what will you do?" mike asked quietly, smirking at her.

"OK, I got it," she said as she stood up and kneeled, quickly unzipping his pants and pushing his d*ck up and down.

"Why are you so hard?" she asked as she sucked his huge d*ck.

"Tha—"

"That you just wanted to do it, huh," he said as she guided her with her head.

"Ahhh," he groans.

"That's it, sweetie. ahh, f*ck you're so good," he hisses. "Hm, you're going to cum already, huh?" she thought to herself as she sucked his d*ck faster. "De-Denise ahhh," he moans, releasing his cum on her mouth.

"Okay, I'm done," she said as he leaves him with his amusing face.

"Looking at his expression, I bit he enjoyed my blowj*b," she whispered as she then hurriedly went to their room, lock the door, and entered the bathroom. She felt like she was about to vomit when she do the blowj*b, especially since he releases his sperm into her mouth. "Eww, disgusting," she whispered.

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Denise awoke with a blank stare at the ceiling. She then turned to look beside her and noticed Mike sleeping soundly. She sighed as she adjusted her posture to avoid rubbing against his crotch and waking him up. But she couldn't move because Mike's arms were still wrapped around her waist.

"F*ck, why does he sleep like this?" she sighed in irritation as Mike's arms tightened around her waist.

She exclaimed in surprise when she realized Mike was already awake. She then clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut. "I know you're awake," Mike said, and Denise opened her eyes.

"Answer me, sweetie, or you'll be sorry," he said quietly. "W-what?" she exclaimed quickly.

"Nothing just wanted to say good morning," he says as he presses her against his chest and crotch, tightening her grip. Denise shivers at his touch, so he buries his face in her hair and breathes in.

"You really smell good, sweetie, and I think you're already healed after two weeks, right?" he asked. "I-I d-don't think so," she gulped as his fingers trailed on her waist as he made his way to her thighs. He was perilously close to her p*ssy. His soft palm rubbed her thighs and the tip of his finger touched her sweet little flower.

Denise let out a quiet gasp as her mouth slightly opened.

"Please don't, ah," she begged, her eyes welling up with tears.

Mike sighed as Denise bit her lower lip, stopping herself from moaning again, and tears blurred her vision. He then flipped her over and climbed on top of her, spreading her legs apart with his knees until she couldn't move them.

Her brow furrowed and her lip trembled.

"Shhh," he said quietly, putting a finger to her lips. "You're moaning and now you're crying; I know you like it, right? stop resisting yourself, sweetie," he said, and Denise nodded. Even though it was a little dark, the sun was able to shine through the small windows, brightening their room.

Her nightgown was too thin, exposing her collarbone. Mike then pinned her hands together and kissed her neck, collarbone, and breast.

"Ahh, don't ah don't please," she begs, feeling as if she wants more. Mike ripped his shirt, revealing his muscular physique. "He looks so hot," she said quietly, even though he noticed some scars on his chest. Mike then wipes her tears away and says, "Eres tan Hermosa cariño," which Denise ignores because she doesn't understand what he says.

Mike's hand reached inside her clothes and groped her breast as he lifted her nightgown, revealing her sexy body. He quickly slid off and began kissing her on the stomach down to her thighs.

As she felt the sensation inside her, she squeezed her eyes shut. "There was no escape anyway," she thought quietly to herself as Mike began sucking her inner thigh, leaving a kiss mark, then he landed soft kisses on her sweet little flower as Denise can feel her cheeks heat up as he began to throb down there with his tongue.