IN THE CITY

Augusta's Pov:

The sack was removed from her head the moment we reached the city. She looked towards the building before her and for someone who was born and raised in the city, she knew this was a stripping club. What the fuck was she doing here?! He got out of the car before coming to her side and opening the door. The cuffs on her hand resounded as she stepped out of the car. She was led into the club where VIPs were seated. These top mafia men discussed things together here while some sat to watch the strippers display on stage. Augusta was new to all these and was curious about what was going to happen to her. She hoped it wasn't what she was thinking. The slave master continued to direct her to a room and her heart began to thump with trepidation. Was she here again to face the brutality of a man when having sex? She hadn't healed fully from the last one. And there she met a man sitting right on the bed. She instantly knew her reason for being here.

The moment her bare feet touched the tiled floor of the room, a shiver went down my spine. Her eyes were locked on the man, who simply smiled at her. It wasn't a reassuring smile, it was an evil, creepy smile that chilled her insides. She started to shake. She couldn't believe this was happening. What had she gotten herself into? Then she heard retreating footsteps. But when she turned she noticed the slave master had hidden behind the curtains so he could watch. What exactly was he trying to figure out?

"My lady," he said in a sweet, yet fake tone, "I'm sure you're confused as to why you're here. But there's nothing to worry about, I assure you. You just have to cooperate with us, and everything will be fine." I didn't know what to say. I couldn't even think straight. I was starting to panic. "I know you're scared," he continued, his voice low and soothing, "but I promise, everything will be fine. We just need you to do something for us." He walked closer to her his hand brushing against her bare arm. She quickly pulled away, feeling sick to her stomach.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, her voice quivering. He smiled again, and I hated that smile. "Just a few simple things," he replied. "Just cooperate, and you'll be home in no time." She wanted to scream, to run, to do anything to get away from this man. But she knew that wouldn't work. She could feel the cuffs around her wrists, and his eyes on me. There was no way she was getting out of this. She felt like she was trapped. Like she had no choice but to do whatever this man wanted. "What do you want me to do?" She asked again, her voice barely a whisper. The man smiled, but this time, there was something dangerous in his eyes. "There's no reason to be shy. I just want this pretty little body." Augusta's eyes widened as she glanced at the curtain that separated her from him. She was looking to him for help but he remained glued to where he was and observed. He didn't even care as the man approached me and pulled me closer to himself, grinning mischievously at me. I did the best thing that I could do at that moment and allowed him to push me to the bed. I heard as he unbuckled his belt, but I just lay there, helpless as he finally stripped his trousers off. Then he walked towards Augusta, stroking himself for a little while. In her thin dress, she glanced towards the curtain but could only see a shadow of this man's figure. She just couldn't stop herself from wondering what she did to deserve all this. He thrust one of his fingers into her, patient enough to milk his fingers soothingly. It made her feel immense pleasure like she had never felt before. She'd never been treated that way and she kept wondering why he was gentle on her. His fingers went faster and her mouth dropped with pleasure with her back arched. She reached down and held his hand with mouth wide agape.

"Oh my gosh." Pleasure vibrated all over her body before this man replaced his fingers with his tongue. Augusta's jaw dropped as she gripped the man's hair. She looked down at him while his eyes were on her. She nearly passed out when she saw it was the eyes of the man that she had seen back in the province. She tried to move away from him but his hand gripped her hip, stopping her from leaving before he continued his assault. He added one finger to add to her pleasure and while she was trying so hard to get away from him she couldn't also stop herself from shuddering because she was close to climaxing. Her moans filled the room as she tossed her head backwards.

"Please." She called as his moans echoed in the room. She covered her mouth as she finally spilt. Her breathing was ragged as she shut her legs the moment he released her. She finally got a clear view of his face with a smirk on his lips. She had to admit that he was handsome, but her eyes were already dizzy. Then he stroked himself again...his shaft rock hard and huge, she couldn't compare his size to that of the slave master though. It was probably the reason it hurt. Or he just didn't care. She was terrified of what this man was going to do. Her eyes were on his but her heart pounded with trepidation. Her chest heaved upwards and downwards as she watched him stick his dick into her before pulling it out, then repeating it again and again. Augusta's walls were soaked and he leaned down before whispering in her ear.

"You're fucking soaked Augusta. You love my dick that fucking much?" He questioned and she could feel her walls clench. She was much more confident that this would hurt less. And so she could look him in the eyes. But what she wasn't aware of, was how he knew her name. She whimpered, moving her hips closer to his dick when he poked her with it. When he was certain she was wet enough, he entered her slowly. Her face contorted into pleasure as he entered her. She watched as he entered her while she soaked him in her wetness and he began to slowly thrust into her. His eyes found hers as they fucked. Her mouth was agape. She'd never felt this sort of immense pleasure before. He took a nipple into his lips and sucked. Her nails ran down his back.

"Ughh." He grunted as he continued his thrust. "Oh fuck." The sound of their hips echoed in the room and Augusta had her legs wrapped around him. Then he leaned unto her and whispered. "Fuck you feel good. Yes, baby whimper for me that's it. If you cooperate with me, you'll certainly be my favourite." He stated before pulling out and spilling on her stomach. His eyes locked on hers she couldn't quite tell what he meant by his statement because it had two meanings.