Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
My eyes followed, as he got dressed after cleaning up in the little bathroom that was part of his torture chamber. He came over to where I was hanging uncomfortably and ran his hand over my ass that was still hot from the last whipping. “Later princess.”
3
Nico
I left her hanging there for a little while to teach her ass a lesson and went about my day. If I could get my hands on her old man I would strangle his ass with my bare hands, but I had other shit to take care of first.
I don’t know why I was mad at him, I just was. How could he be so fucking careless? How could he leave her out there like that for a motherfucker like me to find? Why hadn’t there been any protection in place for her? And why the fuck do you care?
Don’t you fucking go soft over some tight pussy. Oh sure it was Grade-A fucking pussy, but it wasn’t enough to make me forget who I was or where I came from. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. But each time I pull out of her body there’s an annoying little voice whispering to me how good it would be to keep this one for myself.
I can’t fucking do it. That’s getting way too fucking close to the enemy for one thing, and I’m not the settling down type for another. A female like her would exact too much of my motherfucking time with her needy shit. Nope, princesses like her were not my style. But her pussy though…Fuck it Nicolo get your shit together you have shit to do.
I’d been a fuck up most of my life, or at least by society’s standards I was. Fuck society, they hadn’t lost their mother when they were too young to know. They weren’t raised by a long line of disinterested nannies who were only in it for the money. I endured it all, including the absentee dad who had buried his grief in work and business deals.
I’d rebelled in the most spectacular ways. Drugs, fights, fucking anything with a pulse, until I fucked the wife of some uptight politician with a burr up his ass. Apparently I’d gone too far that time.
I was twenty-two she was in her late thirties. I hated her blowhard husband so I seduced her and fucked the shit out of her on the family couch. I probably shouldn’t have taped the shit, but what the fuck, I was young.
Dad had lost his shit when it came to light, but by then I’d already made a pretty penny off that tape, not to mention getting the politician to vote the other way on something very near and dear to me.
The asshole was trying to get a law passed that would make it easier to traffic kids. It wasn’t worded that way, but I wasn’t stupid. In between those fights and getting high, I went to class and learned a lot, just enough to keep dad off my ass with his shit.
This time dad didn’t want to hear it though, and I’d slept on the lobbyist the asshole had been working for. They’d made shit hard for me, and dad, in some misguided notion that he was keeping me safe had shipped me off to Central America. Big fucking mistake.
He had no idea what the fuck I could get up to in that neck of the woods. The possibilities were endless. I was a multi-millionaire in five years and was well on my way to adding another zero onto my portfolio.
My dad passed away unexpectedly while I was in exile, leaving me all his worldly possessions. We hadn’t always had the best relationship, him being a tight ass me being a free spirit, but he was still the only family I had left after ma passed when I was two.
We’d kept in touch while I was gone, after I’d forgiven him for sending me away. It had taken me a while to accept that he’d sent me away for my own good. I knew he loved me even though we butted heads, and he knew I’d die for him. So although to the rest of the world it appeared that there was a rift between father and son, in reality we’d grown closer as I became a man.
I evolved in the jungles of South and Central America, started seeing things in a different light. In short, I grew the fuck up. Life wasn’t a game after all. But instead of shaking me up the more I learned, the scarier I became. I grew a hard shell and said fuck this shit. The world was a different place and nothing at all like the privileged shit I was accustomed to.
My dad’s money and position in society had shielded me from a whole lot of shit that was out there, but once that veil was lifted and I saw the underbelly of mankind I got smart real fucking quick. I knew to survive I had to become better than everyone else, but not only that, I had to become more twisted than the most twisted fuck out there. Don’t think I didn’t research that shit.