Chapter 25

Zailah

Well, that escalated quickly.

He looked as if he was going to choke the living daylights out of me, and not in a sexy way. His cheek muscle was twitching, and his hands were clenched into fists, but that made his veins stand out along his forearms, which reminded me of the bulging, throbbing ones that ran along his massive dick.

“Who's being melodramatic now?”

I asked, deciding to play with fire.

All he wore was his swim shorts, and my eyes ran down his tanned body. I never knew men's thighs could be sexy until I saw his. His body hair wasn't thick, but there was enough of it for me to enjoy.

He moved with lightning speed and grabbed my arm before dragging me towards the villa. I stumbled on the sand, and he grunted before he picked me up to throw me over his shoulder.

“You want to play with me? Don't you know that I’m a fucking mastermind at games?”

“Why don't you tell me how many women you have fucked?”

“I’m sixty-two, so there are too many to count,”

he said as he strode past the pool and towards the double doors leading to the bedroom.

I was tempted to rake my nails into his back as I hung upside down.

“You sound like a fuckboy,”

I said casually, but I felt my anger rise at the thought of him screwing anything that moved.

He was too handsome not to have women all over him. The stewardess and how she’d fawned on him from afar came to mind.

“Oh, you're asking for it, baby,”

he said as he threw me on the bed. “Don't fucking move.”

“Does the truth hurt, Remus?”

I asked as my eyes followed him to the wardrobe.

“Ask me what hurts in a few minutes,”

he said as he rummaged around the shelves, but the wardrobe door blocked my view.

He had something black and silver in his hand but moved too fast for me to see it properly. He was wrapping something around my neck, and I froze when I thought about the shock collar. He tightened the buckle until it dug into my skin. It wasn't metal or plastic, which made me sigh in relief. Then he took my wrist and buckled it to something dangling from the back of my neck. He did the same to my other wrist until both of my arms were restrained.

“Guess where this is going?”

he asked as he showed me a long curved hook with three metal balls on one end and a metal loop with a small metal clip on the other.

The three metal balls got bigger, and the clip looked like it would be attached to something. I gasped when I realised where it would go and how he would attach it to the buckles on my wrist.

“No. Don't you dare,”

I snapped at him while trying to pull my hands out of the restraints.

He laughed maniacally as he pulled my bikini bottoms off. When I tried to kick him he slapped my ass. He held my legs down and began to spank my ass. I gasped at the instant stinging pain, but he didn't stop. The sound of the slaps got louder and harder as they rained down on me.

“Did they fuck your asshole, Zailah? Did they enjoy fucking all your pretty holes? Tell me,”

he shouted.

“OhmiGod,”

I gasped as my words merged together until they became incoherent. “Stop it. We didn't try anal sex.”

The blows stopped, and I sighed with relief before I tried to stretch my hands to rub my aching flesh. My body healed fast, but his blows were powerful due to his strength.

The asshole.

He rubbed my aching flesh with the palms of his hand, and I put my face on the bed. The ache didn't last as long as I’d expected.

“You're lucky. You just bought yourself some lube,”

Remus said as I felt him squirt something on my ass.

“W-What?”

I said with my head flying off the bed as I looked over my shoulder.

I swallowed when I saw the hook in his hand. He applied the clear lube over the balls and leaned down again. He pulled my ass apart and I felt the cold metal against my asshole.

“Ahhhh. Oh, God. That hurts,”

I said as he began to push the smallest ball inside of me.

“Silver looks good on you,”

he said with an evil snicker.

The larger ball began to stretch my hole out, and he didn't hesitate to push it inside me. I automatically clenched down on the cold metal, but he shoved the last one inside me so hard that I gasped in pain. I felt him move the metal balls up and down until he pushed them so deep that I got a fright and let out a whimpering noise.

He clipped it to my wrists before he tugged the strap at my wrists to ensure it was secure. The sadist pushed my bound wrists up my back, causing the hook to penetrate deeper into my asshole.

“Someone is coming to give us our matching tattoos in a bit, so we don't have much time,”

he said as he lifted me up and placed me on the floor with my back against the bed.

I winced when I felt the hook in my ass as I shuffled on my knees to try and take some of the pressure off. The next thing I knew, he cock slapped me across my face.

“How many men, Zailah?”

he said as he rubbed his dick over my eyes and nose.

I tried to move my head away from his dick, but he grabbed my hair.

“What the fuck?! Four, okay! God, what is wrong with you?”

He left his dick on my face as he considered my answer. I was about to bite him when he moved it away.

“Open your mouth,”

he said with a dark smile. “Make sure you open up real wide.”

I wasn't going to mess with him when his mood was this unpredictable, so I did as he asked. He grabbed my hair and pushed my head against the bed as he pushed his stiff cock into my mouth. He spread his legs over my body and moved closer towards me. This only pushed his dick deeper into my mouth. He held my hair and began to rock himself in and out of me.

“Yeah, get my dick wet because you are going to have a sore throat and ass by the time I am through with you. I’m the only one who will ever fuck your holes for the rest of our lives,”

he said as he began to move faster, and I kept my mouth open as his dick pushed into my throat.

I managed not to gag this time, but he was soon fucking my throat hard and fast. Every so often, he would groan and hold himself inside of me to press his balls against my lips and chin while I tried not to choke on the length of his dick. Or worse vomit on us like I did on the aeroplane.

The guy was a fucking lunatic.