SANTOSHer moans filled the air as I thrust into her body, riding her hard.“Fuck me more, baby,” she cried out, her hands gripping the bed sheet and squeezing.I picked her up from the club after work. There was so much tension inside of me, I needed a warm body to loosen up. My mind had been filled with thoughts of Rosianna as I worked. I couldn’t help remembering what her mother said, even after I convinced myself that I had heard wrong.Had Rosy really been kidnapped? When did that happen?“Oh, baby. Harder baby!” the woman moaned, drawing me out of my thoughts.I held her full hips and quickened the pace, the rush of pleasure coursing through me. I rode her roughly, hard and fast, spanking her ass rhythmically.“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her gasps filled the air and kept escalating until it turned into loud cry and she came hard.I closed my eyes and rode for my satisfaction, and it didn't take long for me to come with a groan too. I pulled away from her and disposed of the condom. Afterw
“What are you doing here, Rosianna? I came here to rest my head. You are not supposed to be here,” he stated simply when he got really close to me.His close proximity was messing with my head. It took my brain a few seconds to catch up with what he said. “I'm not here for you,” I managed out.He moved closer into my personal space until his body was pressed against mine. “You know what, Rosy? You really shouldn't follow a man like this just to get fucked.” He sounded amused.I interpreted the message a few seconds later and sputtered with indignation. I shoved him really hard, but it was like trying to move a wall, although I got him to take a step back.“You arrogant, conceited, delusional bastard! I would not fuck you if you were the last man on earth!” I shouted, angry. His words touched a nerve.Clearly, he was enjoying himself, looking so amused. “Temper, temper. You look so good even when you're feigning anger.”“I'm not feigning anger. I'm angry, you sonofabitch!”“Tsk, tsk, t
ROSIANNAFour hours later, I finally came to grips with the fact that I was stranded on the island with Santos. I finally came to grips with the fact that there was no going back—at least not then. It was a frightening realization. Aunt Mariah should have waited for me to come back. I didn’t care that she was older and she was just trying to help; I planned on paddling her colorful ass!Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself. I was seated in the room’s king-sized bed next to Santos’s, and I wondered how the next few days would be. I had nothing there—no clothes, shoes, creamer, or soap. No pills.Especially my pills. I swallowed tightly and wondered how to get out of the situation. Santos’s presence was already affecting me. More contact with him and I wouldn’t be able to avoid the consequences. The craving. The raw hunger. The deep crawling for satisfaction.I wouldn’t be able to avoid it, I wouldn’t be able to stop it. I shuddered to think what would happen to me when that tim
ROSIANNAI knocked, but the door was open, so without thinking, I walked into his bedroom. Suddenly, I wished to God that I didn't. Santos was sprawled out on the bed wearing only a pair of black shorts, revealing his wide bare chest. He was watching a movie that had a kissing scene going on. A very French kiss.“Oh, who do we have here?” he drawled lazily, looking so relaxed with his hands supporting his head like a pillow. Really looking at him, I got the feeling that he wasn't as relaxed as his poise suggested. In fact, a snake curled up waiting to strike came to mine. I eyed him warily, walking into the room and closing the door behind me.“I wanted to ask something of you,” I began.He released his hands and sat up. “Alright, Rosy-baby. Ask and it shall be given on to you,” he quoted seductively.I bit my lips to keep from telling him that he had a one track mind. Instead, I swallowed tightly. “I need some clothes from you. Even if it's just your shirt.”“Ahh...clothes.” He nod
SANTOSRosianna had been holed up in her room the entire day. She never came out once and it was night now. I was beyond frustrated, glaring at the closed door of her room. Would it be irrational if I kicked that door open and shook some sense into her stubborn ass?It would be irrational, I concluded. I shouldn't have allowed her to take so much food yesterday and put in the fridge. All that fruit...even when she carried the microwave in. Now she’d stay in her room all day, watching one erotic movie after another. I knew this because I passed by her door and heard moans. Low. Throaty. Sometimes, they even sounded pained...Strange that I didn't hear any male groans. Did that mean that Rosy was into watching lesbianism porn? Kinky, I thought with a smile.I took another sip from the wineglass and was about to get up and go out of the house for some fresh air when the moans broke out again from her room.There was no mistaking it this time. Pained moans. Like someone was in pain. In
SANTOSDrugged. Rosy was drugged.I didn’t know how but it can't be mistaken. She's high on some kind of drug that's starting to cause her real pain. Why would Rosy take a sexual-enhancing drug? Clearly, she doesn't want this...so why?She had been like that since last night. All those moans I thought were from porn came from her. But how was that possible, for Christ sake!? As I laid her on the bed, I couldn’t get the image of her lying there on the floor, drenched in sweat and moaning repeatedly out of my mind. Unbidden, the memory came to me. She looked exactly like she did on that clip Jason sent to me years ago. I used to think she was like that because she was enjoying the sex, but now I'm forced to think otherwise. Could it possibly be that everything wasn't as it seemed? Could it be that she was high on drugs? Dread filled me. “Santos...! Santos...!” She gasped out suddenly, drawing me out of my thoughts. I watched as her body spasmed there on the bed. She reached for me and
“Better?” he asked urgently as he lowered me to the bed.I laid back, breathing hard, staring up at him. I was wearing only my drenched panties, but they felt too tight on my heated skin. The physical sensation against my flesh was intolerable. Reaching for the elastic waistband of my panties, I pulled them off so that I was lying naked on the bed. I wanted to hide, to disappear. I didn’t want to be the person this was happening to. I've never wanted to be that person.But there was no choice. No choice at all.“Rosy, baby what's going on with you?” Santos asked, his hand raised to my face as he removed strands of hair from my damp forehead.“I'll tell you everything afterwards. Just...” I rolled my head against his shoulder. “Hold me.”“Anything. Just tell me what you need.”“I’m okay now. Kinda okay, sort of. I know it’s going to claw up at me again, I can feel it—crouching like a panther. Ready to spring at me.”His lips stroked against her hair, slid to my mouth.“Santos, take of
“Santos please!” Her heartfelt cry drew me back to the present. I wanted her so much, my dick pressed snugly to her lower back. “I'm here, baby,” I whispered calmly. She wiggled her body to my dick, drawing a groan from me while she gasped as she tried to fit me between her legs. I wanted her so much, but I felt ashamed wanting her in that state. Not when it was obvious she didn’t like being that way. Not when I understood nothing apart from the evident fact that someone dosed her up.I reached my arm around and pressed it against her clit. She moaned reverently, throwing her head back to rest it against my shoulder.“Like this?” I groaned, my voice laced with desire.“Yes, more. I want…” she trailed off and swallowed tightly. “I want you inside me...”Hell. “I don't have protection with me, Rosy. I didn't plan this vacation...”Her lips curled into a pained smile even as she rocked against my fingers. “I'm on the pill.” Then she added so quietly that I wouldn't have heard it if the