"It's Milan…you know it is," Stavros said, "He's betrayed you in the worst of ways."
Gunthor arched a brow.
"How would you know the worst of ways," he said, "though he did once try to seduce my wife."
Stavros shook his head.
"You know he can't be trust."
Gunthor shot him a pointed look.
"No one can be trusted."
Stavros remained silent after that and Gunthor thought about what he might do next. He figured that someone might betray him or try to at some point and it might be Milan…or it could be the man right next to him. A man in his position had allies only at convenience and no friends. The men he picked to partner with were cold blooded to the core and loyal at least to the point where their business interests converged. But when looking for friends…Gunthor hadn't worried about doing that in years. He kept the private corners of his life tucked away where they became difficult to find. He had just slipped up that one time with Milan but that had been nipped to the bud with a warning. Just like he'd done with Stavros when he suspected he might try to move against him, because he knew the ambitions that he harbored behind his smile.
But if Stavros ever moved against him, Gunthor would be more than ready for him. As he had been for all his enemies, including those who just popped up trying to pull a fast one on him.
His reflexes moved faster and he had ways of checking his rivals that kept them down for good. But Marie…he been unprepared for her…why should he have worried? She'd been a naïve young woman, a beautiful innocent little virgin just waiting for the right man to train her in how to please him. Only Gunthor ran a business where the women pleased many men and made him wealthy. Marie caught his eye during her interview for the intern position and he knew he had to have her. But first he had to hire her and draw her towards him, gently pulling out the underpinnings out from under her until he had her in his bed.
Ready and willing to do what he wanted, to move along from being an uneducated novice to a top of the line whore, reserved for his most elite clientele. The best way to ensure that was to sell her to a more established organization and when he sent the invite and profile of his newest product, they all came running. It would have been one of the most competitive bidding auctions in recent memory…except for the fact that she decided to opt out of her role and try to escape instead.
Not that she'd succeed. Oh, now she might think she was in the clear and free of him along with whoever had helped her in her escape. But he'd find her and he'd do so in a way that advertised to the rest of his industry that he knew how to handle his problems whether they be financial snags or willful women.
If Milan had gotten involved…Gunthor would track him down too and deal with him decisively this time. He hadn't ever trusted Milan but he grew to rely on the fact that Milan appeared to have no loyalties to anyone and in fact seemed to hardly like anyone. Gunthor knew he felt contempt for most of those who engaged in prostitution and yet, in many ways he was respected.
He helping Marie escape the auction and the hotel didn't make much sense. He hadn't even seemed to like Marie much. He fucked her hard and in a manner much rougher than either Gunthor or Stavros and he hadn't been all that nice to her before or after she'd opened her legs for him. Gunthor knew that he'd wanted to tie her up and gag her before but had deferred to the other men. He'd been a Dom in the past before he'd gotten involved in this business and he'd never divorced that part of himself. \
"How far do you think she's gotten with him?"
Gunthor thought out it. He didn't want to think that she'd moved very far but if Milan had helped her she could be out of the city by now unless…
"They must have gone through the catacombs."
Stavros paused and then nodded.
"The guards checked them but perhaps not far enough if they got enough of a head start."
Gunthor knew that they had gotten more of one than he wanted to admit but he also knew he had to find her. His reputation was on the line with the others in the industry and he couldn't suffer from what might happen to his ascension if she wasn't found.
If she did manage to get away from him…
"I'll find her wherever she's gone or whoever's helping her," he said, "She can't remain hidden for long. Soon enough she's going to show up again and then I'll get her and I'll teach her and all the others what happens to women who are naughty and stupid enough to run from me."
He and Stavros went to go meet with a contingent of the guards to send them off in a new direction.
Marie winced when Milan tightened the clamps on her nipples. She had nearly cried out in pain until he told her to relax, that the pain would fade and warmth would spread, then more pleasurable feelings. With pain that could be born, always pleasure followed. She didn't believe him of course but what else could she do. He had her tied up on the bed and had followed through on his promise to put them on her.
He warned her that when he released them, pain would interrupt the pleasurable sensations that came from its absence but that it would soon recede. He'd taken her bound wrists and tied them with more rope to the bedpost pulling her longer. She wiggled of course because she didn't much like being treated like a captive. But he'd turned her over to give him access to her nipples which despite her intent, had hardened like ripe berries in anticipation. God, her body betrayed her so much these days and as he toyed with the clamps right now, she winced as the pinching resumed.
"God…why do you like hurting women?"
He chuckled over her.
"This isn't hurting…most women get off on a hint of pain, more the potential for it than the reality," he said, "I could hurt you if I really want to Marie."
She didn't doubt it. She didn't doubt much about him anymore. He then attached the nipples to a chain which he laced around her neck not too tight.
"What you feel now depends on how much you move your head Marie," he said, "Remember that…when I'm taking your ass."
She lifted her head up then to challenge him and felt the difference right away. Her nipples burned and then she felt these intense sensations lower and bit her lip. She'd never admit even to herself that she was a woman who got off on these sensations.
"Milan…why are you doing this…?"
He reached for something else and she knew it was the lube which he placed beside him. But he paused to look down at her and brush a tendril of hair out of her face almost tenderly. Not that she believed he possessed such qualities. She wouldn't let herself be fooled by him.
"Because I can…and you know it's what you want Marie…."
She felt him part her legs and slide in between them with his hardened body and then she heard the sound of him disengaging the cap from the lube, even before she felt the cool sensation as he parted her ass cheeks with his fingers coating them with the slippery, sensual substance…she nearly bucked her hips in response but his body kept her still.
"I know Stavros took you here already," he said, "but you're still a novice…"
He talked to her softly as she felt one of his fingers circle where his cock would take her and then penetrate inside pushing gently but instantly against any muscle that protested the intrusion. She moved her head in response and felt her nipples burn again, sharpness first and then heat spreading through her body. She bit her lip, hard and fought to keep still as he used one finger, then two to spread her open enough, adding more lube inside, the coolness turning to heat and she just closed her eyes overwhelmed by it and him.
Escape was impossible now…it would have to come later because being tied up and seconds away from having him inside her, holding her hostage in a different way…but she'd bide her time.
She felt the burn as the head of his cock pressed against her ass, slowly sinking inside of it, less than an inch at a time. Damn, it smarted, she thought as she bucked her hips and that just made her nipples feel the clamps more keenly. Her eyes smarted, and she bit her lip harder as he sunk even deeper.
"Marie…be still…and you'll feel pleasure not pain…"
She gritted her teeth and just wanted to bite him somewhere…as he allowed her to slowly relax before he'd start thrusting in and out of her.
"I can't…I'm fucking you…."
He started thrusting and after the first few, she felt the flickers of something innately pleasurable in the naughtiness of what he did to her. His mouth nibbled on her neck, seizing some skin in between his teeth but not biting hard…before he toyed with the chain around her neck, causing her to gasp from her nipples feeling shards of pleasure. She started breathing harder, and she would have grabbed hold of him if her wrists weren't tied and being pulled over her head.
His hips bucked over and over, his cock thrusting, rubbing against the tightness of her ass and damn if she didn't bite her lip, harder, hard enough to taste blood. She didn't want him to know what he did to her because then he'd be in control not her.
But as he fucked her against the bed, his body slick against her own, she opened her eyes and saw the intense pleasure on his face but she never lost track that as soon as the opportunity arose, she'd do what she needed to do to get away from him.
She saw a life ahead of her and it didn't include being any man's whore.