Escape From Paradise (14 page)

I had no freedom. I hadn’t left the inside of the villa since I’d been there. I wasn’t allowed near the windows, and I was the only slave not permitted at the outdoor pool. I took this to mean people were still searching for me. Anyone traveling by on a boat could zoom in with their cameras on certain parts of the villa. That aspect gnawed at me daily as I longed for the outdoors.

But as far as slavery went, I knew I had it good. Besides the obvious creature comforts, Marco seemed to treat my differently. Like his favorite puppy. Maybe he felt guilty still for Fernando’s actions against me, leading to my acquisition. Whatever the reason, he generally only allowed his more docile patrons to have me. That’s not to say they weren’t freaks. I’d seen, done, and had done to me more strange things than I’d ever thought possible—there was no end to the fetishes—but I knew there were worst patrons, the sadists, who were handled by the others. And while anal sex seemed to be a hot commodity at the villa, Marco never allowed it for me. I’d been fingered there, but never fucked. Perhaps he knew how scared I was, or that all things regarding asses was sort of a taboo phobia of mine.

Or maybe he was saving my anal virginity for a special reason. That thought made me shiver as I knelt by the wall after lunch one fall afternoon.

There was discussion of a festival in one of the big cities, and Marco needing to tend to some business there with one of his nightclubs. He mentioned taking Perla away with him for the night. I got excited about the prospect of a night off, only to have Marco snap his fingers and say, “Angel, aquí.”

Yes, he snapped his fingers at me like a dog all the time. I’d long since stopped being offended.

I crawled to his side. He tipped my chin up to look at him.

“Señor Acosta will oversee the villa tonight. You and Josef will care for him well, sí?”

Me…
and
Josef? As in together? At the same time? My mouth went dry, and I swallowed.

“Sí, Master.”

Marco nodded toward Mr. Acosta, my signal to look at the man. He looked a few years younger and trimmer than Marco, his mustache flecked with more brown than gray. He gave me a lazy side grin, his eyes traveling down my naked body, and I smiled back politely before dropping my eyes.

“Bueno.” Marco waved his hand sideways, my dismissal, and I crawled to the doorway where I met Luis. I was allowed to stand once we were out of the men’s sight, and walk to the slave quarters.

I’d come to think of Luis as my personal escort. He took me to and from everywhere I went in the villa. And maybe it was wrong of me, but I sometimes taunted him. An “accidental” brush of my ass against his hand, or my fingers against his crotch. I never met his eye and he never said anything, but he’d sometimes growl and have to adjust himself. It was fun to fluster him when he had work to do and couldn’t take care of his arousal. I considered it payback for when he raped me that first day on the boat.

When I got back to the quarters Jin was the only one gone. Perla was packing a bag, Josef was eating an apple, and Mia was reading one of my romance novels, her spike heels on the seat cushion across from her.

“Um, Josef?” I said.

He raised his eyebrows at me, his long hair fanning across his cheeks.

“You and I are supposed to entertain Mr. Acosta tonight?”

I let the question trail off.

He took a loud, crisp bite and waggled his eyebrows.

Oh, God. My stomach wobbled. Were we having a threesome? I’d never done that. And though I’d seen Josef with Jin, Perla, other slaves, and patrons, doing their business publicly, I’d never actually done anything with Josef myself.

My next question came out almost a whisper. “What do I have to do?”

It was a common question from me, and nobody was shy about answering. But at that moment Josef seemed keen on screwing with me. He crossed his arms and chewed thoughtfully before answering.

“You see, Señor Acosta will lay on the bed with his legs off the side, y you will straddle him, yes?”

I nodded, more frightened than I’d been in a while.

“And then I,” he said, “Will stand between his legs on the side of the bed, you see, y I will fuck your ass from behind.”

“What?!” My heart rate tripled and I was struggling for breaths.

Josef laughed at the look on my face and clutched his heart. “Es no so bad, I swear!”

“You are asshole.” Mia smacked the back of Josef’s head with the book. She looked up at me through her long fake eyelashes. “Señor Acosta like to have someone watch him when he fuck. Okay? He want Josef to watch and touch his self.”

Relief washed through me and I threw myself at Josef, punching his arms. “You big jerk!”

He laughed and made a half-hearted attempt to push me away.

And then I thought about Josef watching me being fucked and I flushed all over. I walked down to my bed, away from the others, so I could lay and mentally prepare myself.

I’d given head in the great room, which was basically an orgy all the time, and I’m sure Josef had seen, but I was always taken to a private room for sex.
It’s not a big deal
, I told myself. And it really wasn’t. It was just Josef, someone I trusted. It might be weird for a minute, but I was sure it would pass. If I could handle some of the things I’d done, I could do this.

I draped my forearm across my eyes and tried to nap. I never slept well at night. Too many weird dreams and nightmares and waking up with my crotch throbbing. I needed some relief. Sometimes when I showered I’d quickly work myself up while washing, and then squeeze my thighs together and give myself a mini-orgasm. It was dangerous, and I was careful not to vocalize during those too-brief moments.

Josef woke me when it was time to get ready. He chose my outfit—a black miniskirt with no panties and a slinky, purple blouse that dipped low in the back. I did my hair and make-up, then looked over at Josef to see if he was ready. He looked sharp in black slacks and a navy dress shirt. The top three buttons were undone to show his chest. I must have stared too long because he grinned and said, “You like, eh?”

I rolled my eyes. He knew he looked good.

A knock sounded on the door and my stomach went into a low dive of nervousness. I experienced that sensation every night, but it was especially powerful tonight. We put on our collars. Luis led us to the suite. Mr. Acosta greeted us and handed Josef and I glasses of champagne.

Ugh. This was kind of unusual. I forced down half the bubbly stuff, but when I tried to set down the glass Mr. Acosta motioned for me to drink it all. So I did, feeling the lightheaded effects almost immediately.

As soon as I finished it he pushed me up against the dresser right next to Josef and began to kiss me. I
hated
when they kissed me. I rubbed myself against his crotch as I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open, hoping he’d hurry and get to it. Mr. Acosta turned me and put my palms against the top of the dresser. He moved my hair aside and kissed my exposed back, pressing his cock against my ass through our clothes. I moaned, like I was supposed to, and let my mind fall into auto-mode. I was over feeling dirty and disgusted during these interludes. Now I just played my part as if it were all a show, hoping it would end quickly.

He pushed the material of my shirt down my shoulders until it fell over my hips to the floor, and he grabbed my breasts. He watched us in the mirror, my breathless expression as he kneaded me. I could see Josef’s head turned to the side, watching us as well, making my heart beat harder.

Mr. Acosta turned me to face him again and pushed me down by my shoulders until I was on my knees. I unbuckled his belt and unclasped his pants, freeing his erection and immediately submersing it into my mouth. He let out a loud groan and grasped the back of my head, urging me to take him deeper. After a few minutes he pulled me up and motioned me to the bed, bending me over the side. He pulled down my skirt, getting me naked. His fingers found my pussy—I rarely needed lube anymore—and he commented about how wet I was for him. Actually I was wet all the time these days, but he could think whatever he wanted. I arched my back and circled my butt, pushing it out for him.

A show. It was all a show that I did on reflex now. There was no room for emotions when it was time to entertain.

Then I caught Josef’s eye. His long cock was through the opening of his pants and he was stroking himself, watching me through those long strands of hair with his dark eyes. I held my breath as hot sensations zinged across my skin and I felt Mr. Acosta’s hardness probing around my opening. He thrust himself into me and for a moment I closed my eyes and moaned, “
Oh, sí!
”

When my eyes opened again I caught Josef’s hot stare and couldn’t look away. His strokes matched the exact speed of my patron moving in and out of me from behind, as if imagining it was him inside me. My breathing came faster than normal as Mr. Acosta began to pound me. I felt wilder, bucking my hips backward and making him holler with the effort it was taking not to come. Sex was often accompanied with a sense of momentary power, but this was different, more primal and erotic than usual.

Mr. Acosta pulled out and smacked my butt cheek. “Get on the bed,” he ordered in Spanish. He crawled up behind me and flipped me to my back. He pushed between my legs and fucked me at hyper speed, pushing us to the edge of the bed where my head hung off. I made plenty of noise for him. Josef had moved closer. He’d shed his pants and now kneaded his balls as he stroked, only two feet away from my face.

Our patron sat up and looked at Josef.

“Join us,” he said in Spanish. “Touch her while you touch yourself. We will all three come together.”

Josef was going to touch me, and that sounded way too nice. Maybe it would be okay for me to come, just this once. He climbed on the bed, on his knees next to me, and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it hang open. Mr. Acosta held out my knees and pushed his cock back into me. Josef took his own dick in one hand and pressed two fingers to my clitoris, circling while he pumped himself. His face was so serious.

Oh, shit. This was so hot. I felt an orgasm building. But then my eyes left Josef and I looked at our patron who stared down at me like a hungry, sweating animal. Big mistake. My orgasm deflated along with my excitement at finally getting some relief.

I would have to fake it. I closed my eyes and squeezed my boobs, making low moans that became faster and louder. As I gasped, crying out, Mr. Acosta pulled out and grabbed himself. Both men tensed and shook, spewing their combined semen all over my thighs and stomach, shooting it all the way up to my breasts and neck.

As the three of us tried to catch our breath, Josef looked down on me with something akin to disapproval mixed with confusion. It cooled me and I suddenly wanted to cover up. Why was he looking at me like that?

Mr. Acosta fell onto his back, his penis flaccid against his thigh, and said, “Leave me.”

Josef and I quickly gathered our clothes and did just that.

Outside the door I was shaking as I wiped the come off my body with my shirt. Josef pulled his pants back on and we followed Luis to the slave quarters where he locked us in for the night.

We both took off our collars and went straight to the shower in silence, keeping our distance. I could feel him looking at me, but I didn’t look back. We dried off and climbed into our beds. Mia and Jin were still gone. I’d never felt shy or embarrassed with Josef, at least not since those first days. I didn’t like this sudden distance between us. I curled up under the one sheet I was allowed and finally looked at Josef. He had a knee up, one arm above his head, and he was staring at the ceiling, naked.

“Why did you fake it?” he asked without looking at me.

I was surprised. He really was upset about it. Part of me was nervous to discuss this because of the cameras, but Marco wasn’t home and he was too busy a man to come home and watch hours of footage.

“We fake it all the time, Josef. Me and the other girls. I fake it
every
time.”

“Did it not please you when I touched you?”

His voice was soft, and my heart squeezed for him. I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation. I wanted to explain, but I was afraid to badmouth a patron.

“It
did
feel good. But…I just couldn’t. I’m sorry. It wasn’t you, I swear.”

He pursed his lips together and rolled to the side, giving me his back.

Wow. I’d hurt his feelings. I’d never seen him get upset like this. I knew he took pride in being good at what he did—he could get any patron off, but I wasn’t his patron and he didn’t need to please me. Maybe he just
wanted
to. The thought made me pulse between my thighs.

Shit. I’d never be able to fall asleep now.

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, wanting desperately to touch myself or stuff the pillow between my legs. When I finally began to doze I heard a small moan from Josef. I looked over at him in the darkness. His sheet was tented and I saw him place a firm hand down over his erection, pushing it to his stomach, but not stroking or doing anything to relieve himself.

Intense arousal shot through me and I trembled. We both had something the other wanted—
needed
. When I moved I could feel the pool of slickness between my thighs and I couldn’t help but breathe harder.

“Josef?” I whispered.

His head shot over to me and his hand tightened over himself. “Don’t talk to me right now, Angel.” His voice was gritty with lust.

We were both in a weak and vulnerable state, made worse with the knowledge that Marco was gone for the night. Stubborn rebellion kicked up inside me, fueled by extreme need. It had been a long time since I wanted something bad enough to be willing to face punishment. I threw the sheet off me and slipped a hand between my legs, watching as the whites of his eyes grew larger in the dim room.

“Josef…” I breathed.

In the next heartbeat he was on top of me.

I’d never been so desperate to be filled. When I opened my legs and Josef slipped between them we didn’t bother with gentleness or try to be quiet. He plunged his full length deep inside of me, the longest I’d ever taken, and we moaned together. I gripped his back and felt his muscles clench as he pumped into me.