Synopsis
Stone
Black is a successful businessman who
has demons in his closet. He is broken- maybe even beyond repair. He
has never been in a successful relationship, because he doesn’t let
anyone get close enough.
Anaya
Cole has recently come into money and
she is looking to invest. Mr. Black offers to help Anaya invest her
inheritance So that she can open her abuse center.
Their
attraction is overwhelming, but Anaya doesn’t want to want him.
After all he’s a man-whore.
Ms. Cole
has penetrated my mind and I just can’t seem to get her out of it.
I have to have her, so have her I will. If it’s the last goddamn
thing I ever do. I will screw her until she can’t walk and I will
move on with my life just like I have always done.
Once Anaya
tastes the whiskey on his breath, she can’t stop. She craves more,
and when her head and her heart collide, she is left with an
important decision – walk away or risk being burned?
After
all, Whiskey never felt so good.
Prologue
Stone
Black
A
loud Whack
erupts as the belt slaps against her thighs. I shudder as I hear him
scream, “You dirty fucking whore!” as he brings the belt across
her back. Her cries are soul piercing loud.
She begs, “Please,
please stop!” He ignores her requests and hits her again, smack
across her tear streaked face. Her body quivers, as he yells once
again, “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” I anxiously watch as he unzips
his fly. He grips his dick and shoves it in her face. He then roars,
“Suck my dick you filthy bitch!”
I'm paralyzed with fear,
but at the same time I feel the need to save her. I chance looking
over at her and see her seated in one of our kitchen chairs, hands
tied behind her back. Her legs are spread wide as he stands between
them forcing her to suck his cock. They think I’m sleeping in the
corner, but in fact I’m watching them from my makeshift bed on the
floor. I see his balls draw up, and he grabs a fist full of her hair
and rips her head back to stop her just before he comes.
He instructs her to kneel
on the chair. Her right leg is on the floor steading her. I watch his
hand draw back then whip forward to slap her ass. As she yelps from
the sting he shoves his dick inside of her. I don’t want to watch
but for some reason I can’t take my eyes off of them. He pumps into
her smacking her ass sporadically. Her tears turn into cries of
pleasure and I watch as she becomes breathless.
****
That was my childhood, my
drunken mother bringing home her abusive low life boyfriends. They
would beat the shit out of her, then fuck her senseless and I got to
watch it all. By the time I became fifteen I had seen enough sex too
fuck like a porn star. The problem being that I started to get off on
watching these various men fuck my mother. I know it’s disturbing,
but it was arousing on some level. I would listen to them fucking
while jacking off in my room, soon that wasn’t enough. I needed
that release myself and I have been chasing it ever since.
Some women call me a stone
cold son of a bitch. While others are convinced, that I’m some sort
of SEXGOD. They believe I have the power to bring them multiple
orgasms. They get what they want and I get what I want so it all
seems to work out for the best.
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