THE DANGER AHEAD

I swallowed hard as I watched her fuck herself with the dildo, her mouth opening wider with each scream of pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, yes!"

I closed my eyes, unable to look at her; it felt like rejection. "Look at me!" she snapped, in between orgasms. I opened my eyes and continued watching her until she screamed in a high-pitched tone and came, pulling the dildo out of her wet and dripping pussy and kissing the dildo. She then wore her panties properly.

Sex was one of the greatest tortures in the world. I never knew I would have to face such torture one day. I was never used to having sex all the time, I just had sex once in a blue moon whenever I had a new girlfriend or whenever I was horny and would visit a hotel and pick up chicks. She tossed me an angry look and jumped down from the bed, showing me her ass as she opened the drawer and placed the dildo inside.

I felt weak where I was. I couldn’t even relax my muscles. She came back to me on the bed and untied my hands from the bed frame, clutching the silk scarves.

"Why didn’t you...?" The word refused to come out of my mouth. "Shh, go to bed, tomorrow your real work will start." She said and walked to the door. I stared at my red wrists, I could barely feel my hands after what she did to me. I heard the sound of the door closing, but she was still in the room. Oh, now I remember that this was her room.

She switched off the lights and climbed onto the bed. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew she had laid beside me on the bed. I suddenly felt her hands on my chest, and I tried to move closer to her so I could hold her little body in my arms when she pushed me out of the bed. I collapsed to the floor, my back aching and my dick pressing against the floor. I placed my right hand against the floor, trying to get up, but I was weak, so I passed out on the floor.

***

The ray of sunlight that was reflecting on the floor from the window woke me up from my sleep. I was still naked on the floor. I groaned in pain, my whole body aching as I stood up on my feet and saw that the bed was empty and the bedding was still rough, which meant she had just woken up. The wall clock near her door informed me that it was dawn.

The smell of ginger tea filled my nostrils, making my tongue watery, and my stomach started hurting. I had to eat, I haven’t gone hungry for a long time before. I stepped into her bathroom and saw that it was also empty. I turned on her shower and took a cold bath. I wore some of her unisex designer suits from her dressing room after the bath, she was filthy rich, so it was only natural she had a lot of clothes.

I strolled down the stairs of her living room, the smell of ginger tea increasing, and paused on the stairs, holding onto the handrail, as I saw that she was eating at the dining table with Chris, and Jake hadn’t come back since he left yesterday. I strolled to the dining table. Ashley’s eyes widened as she eyed the clothes I was wearing, but she ignored me and continued sipping her ginger tea while she was eating cookies to go with it. She was wearing a long pink wig and a white suit today, her eyes still red from smoking last night.

"Good morning." I greeted both of them, resting my gaze on Chris, but neither of them answered me. I pulled out one of the chairs and sat next to Chris, who was still struggling with his bandaged hand, sitting across from Ashley, who was still ignoring me. I scanned all the different cuisines that were on the table and grabbed a knife and fork to cut through the turkey in the middle of the table. We all finished eating, and then the maids started clearing up the table. Ashley rose from the table, and Chris followed her.

"Don’t you want to go to the office today?" He asked her. That meant it was already Monday, and the weekend was over. She just folded her hands across her chest, standing close to the couches in the living room, and shook her head negatively.

"Dave wouldn’t be able to handle all of it alone, you need to go to the office," Chris said. He was the only sensible one in this mansion. She slowly turned to look at him. "Where is Jake?" she asked.

Chris reached for his pocket with his left hand. "I haven’t heard from him since he went to drop off the corpse with a few other gunmen." He replied.

"Have you tried calling him?" Ashley inquired, and the main door swung open, revealing Jake running into the mansion, his face and clothes soaked in blood, he was struggling to walk as if he had a broken foot.

"What happened to you?" Ashley’s voice was loud enough for him to hear as he was approaching them. Jake rubbed his bloody face with his hand, cleaning it off his clothes, but there was still blood on his face, it was like red makeup. "Don’t worry about me, all this blood doesn’t belong to me," he assured them and stood in front of them, bracing his right foot.

"Then what happened?" Ashley inquired. Jake rubbed his temples and let out a sigh. "We are in grave danger, we need to evacuate this house now!" He exclaimed. His words sent shivers down my spine, so I rested my hand on the table while still looking at them.

"Why should I leave my house?" Ashley asked.

"Just try to listen to him, Queen, I have a feeling what I was saying yesterday has come to pass," Chris commented with curious eyes.